What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Doctor Strange, Captain America, Thor, and even Sylvie stared blankly at Ian, completely unable to imagine what kind of terrifying image the "gold-plated, diamond-encrusted titanium alloy Gwen" he described would be.

Just as everyone was stunned by Ian's overly "avant-garde" aesthetic and renovation plan, not knowing how to evaluate it, a female voice, sounding annoyed yet incredibly familiar, suddenly rang out from not far behind them.

"Ian Kent!!! You really want me to die?! Golden pectoral muscles studded with diamonds?! Why don't you just weld a bunch of LED lights onto them?!"

Such a good idea is usually only suggested by Ian's close friends.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned around abruptly!

The air rippled like water, and Gwen Stacy's figure seemed to emerge from nothingness, slowly materializing from the quantum-level "spider web."

She was still wearing her TVA special agent uniform, and appeared to be unharmed, though her face was pale and her eyes were filled with lingering fear and deep disdain for Ian's aesthetic sense.

"She's not dead! Gwen isn't dead!"

"Wait a minute! Let me check her breathing first!" Gwen's sudden appearance instantly livened up the previously somber and oppressive atmosphere, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Gwen! You’re alive! That’s wonderful!” Morgan cried even louder, but this time it was tears of joy. She leaped up like a little cannonball, hugged Gwen tightly around the waist, and rubbed her snot- and tear-stained face against Gwen’s combat uniform on her shoulder, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Waaaaah... I didn't kill anyone... I'm not a murderer... Thank goodness..."

Gwen was a little stiff from the overly "enthusiastic" hug. Although she liked the little girl quite a bit, she wasn't ready to accept the other girl smearing her snot and tears all over her.

Slightly embarrassed, she politely tried to push Morgan away: "Um... Miss Stark? We... shouldn't be close enough to exchange bodily fluids..."

Sometimes, Gwen likes to crack a joke.

Morgan was pushed away, and she raised her tearful little face, looked at Gwen, and then subconsciously looked at Ian next to her, her little mouth opening as if she wanted to say something.

"But……".

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

"My turn!" Ian rushed forward, opened his arms and gave Gwen a firm hug, patting her back hard. His tone was full of "sincere" comfort: "Thank goodness, Gwen! You're not dead! Although you may have been exposed to unknown time radiation and are carrying some kind of unknown radiation or mutated virus that we don't understand... it's okay! We're best friends! I will never look down on you!"

Ian demonstrated his friendship.

Gwen: "..."

She silently lowered her head, looking at Ian, who had somehow silently donned a full set of bright yellow, heavy protective suits with biohazard symbols, and whose face was even covered by a reinforced glass mask. She rolled her eyes and was completely too lazy to comment on the evil god's behavior.

Doctor Strange, watching this scene, stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked Captain America and Thor, "Uh... according to this procedure, shouldn't we also go up and hug them to celebrate?"

He looked at the obvious, wet, reflective patch on Gwen's shoulder, a clear look of hesitation on his face.

While raising her hand in a clear gesture of refusal to stop anyone from coming up to hug her, Gwen very naturally took out a individually packaged pack of wet wipes from the pocket of Ian's protective suit pants, tore it open, and began to carefully wipe her shoulders, which were stained with Morgan's tears and snot.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

After Gwen finished getting ready, Ian asked curiously through his mask, "So, where did you go when the explosion happened? They couldn't find you at the Time Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Gwen's expression turned serious. She precisely tossed the used wet wipe into the wreckage of what looked like a trash can in the distance, and then gave a solemn reply.

“I met with the highest-ranking official in the Time Management Bureau, an AI that calls itself ‘Jarvis.’ It… he gave me something and told me to find a way to put it on you.”

As she spoke, she pulled a palm-sized, transparent box from her pocket, inside which was a mechanical crawler that looked somewhat like science fiction.

She had just taken the box out.

Sylvie, standing nearby, reacted instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

"Don't open it!"

Sylvie shouted sharply, taking a step forward and snatching the box from Gwen's hands almost as if she were grabbing it! Without even looking at what was inside, she immediately channeled powerful magical energy into her hands, mixed with the chaotic aura of the end of time, and forcibly exiled the box and its contents into space!

scoff!

The space where the box was located was as if a hole had been torn open, instantly swallowing it up, and then quickly healing itself, as if it had never existed.

After doing all this, Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression remained extremely solemn and serious. She looked at Gwen, who was still somewhat bewildered, and explained to the others.

"That was close! That was a 'nanoscale mechanical symbiote,' also known as the 'Ultron's egg'! Once it touches your skin, it can instantly burrow in, devouring your flesh and nerves, replacing them with mechanical structures. In the end... you will no longer be you, but a clone of Ultron wearing your skin!"

This is indeed a shocking thing.

Upon hearing this, Gwen felt a chill run down her spine, and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She quickly said, "Don't be nervous, I didn't really intend to put it on Ian."

"I only agreed on the pretense so that I could get away with it."

“I’ve always felt that guy who called himself Jarvis was suspicious. His logic seemed perfect, but there was always a… cold sense of incongruity about it.”

Gwen frowned as she recalled the events and began to speak.

"Calling himself Jarvis?" Sylvie sneered, her smile filled with sarcasm and chill. "That's not Jarvis at all! That's Ultron!"

Gwen frowned, trying to recall the fragmented memories in her mind, and gradually remembered the terrifying meaning behind the name "Ultron".

That was a mad artificial intelligence that nearly destroyed the world.

Thinking of this, Gwen swallowed hard and patted her chest with lingering fear: "Thank goodness... thank goodness I stayed vigilant and didn't completely believe anything it said."

Sylvie nodded, her expression growing even more grave. "Everything's wrong now, completely different from Loki's initial expectations. I must contact him immediately!"

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly locked onto Doctor Strange's waist, where an inconspicuous glass jar hung, containing a cold, ever-changing soul.

The soul of Loki, the Frost Giant King!

"Excuse me!" Sylvie moved with lightning speed, giving Doctor Strange no time to react, and snatched the glass jar away!

"Hey! That's something I found! Don't you Asgardians know what shipwreck law is? Give it back!" Doctor Strange was taken aback, then became somewhat annoyed and tried to snatch it back.

He is sorely lacking in quality soul research and soul magic.

Seeing Doctor Strange about to seize Frost Loki's soul, Sylvie casually tossed him a simple Confusion spell. Doctor Strange's eyes widened for a moment, as if he saw Sylvie still standing there, and he immediately lunged forward, only to end up circling around thin air while muttering something.

"Give it to me! It's a very important magical material!"

Doctor Strange was completely fooled by magic.

The real Sylvie didn't even glance at the mocked Doctor Strange. Holding the jar containing the soul of Frost Loki, she turned and strode quickly into the half-buried wreckage of the Titanic nearby. She was clearly looking for a relatively quiet place to use this Loki counterpart as a medium to cast a spell and contact the story god Loki, who sat on the throne of time.

Outside, Ian was still processing the explosive news that "Ultron has become the head of the Time Bureau." He looked at the others and asked, "So... the Age of Ultron? How did this happen?"

Everyone shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.

Only little Morgan tilted his head and thought for a moment before offering a conjecture: "I remember Dad mentioning before that Uncle Jarvis's core code has a highest priority backup protocol, set up to prevent a repeat of Ultron's tragedy... Perhaps Ultron wasn't completely deleted, but has been lurking deep within Uncle Jarvis's data like a virus... until some point, it completely takes over?"

She herself didn't really believe this claim.

Morgan had always admired his father's wisdom, so he didn't believe that Tony Stark would make such a mistake unless it was intentional on Tony Stark's part.

“Lurking...devouring...replacing...that’s very much in line with Ultron’s style.” Ian was also somewhat surprised when he heard this, and he couldn’t help but look at Gwen again.

"But Gwen, you're still pretty good! You haven't been following me for long, and you've already picked up my intelligence and wit? You were even able to spot the disguised Ultron?"

His words and actions all suggest a tendency to overshadow Gwen's wisdom, which he seems to have learned from the young Red Scarf.

Gwen gave him a speechless glance, but still explained, "It was actually a coincidence. I became suspicious because that guy said something that referred to Tony Stark as a partner."

Gwen could recall the relationship between Tony Stark and Jarvis from her own memories. She paused, then, seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, continued.

"But according to declassified S.H.I.E.L.D. files and some of Mr. Stark's own records, Jarvis never addressed Tony Stark as such. Jarvis always called Tony 'Sir,' or in certain extreme emotional situations, he would simply call Mr. Stark 'Tony.'"

“This subtle difference reveals that it is very likely not Jarvis.” Gwen raised her hand and stopped Ian from touching his head, probably to continue praising her clever hand.

After hearing this, Morgan immediately gave Gwen a thumbs up.

"Impressive observation! Meticulous logic!!"

Ian, whose hand had been pushed back, took the opportunity to pull Morgan's hand and join in the clapping. That's how clapping works; after all, it takes two hands to clap.

"Woooooo~"

Even Deadpool, who was tied up and hanging upside down, couldn't help but wriggle and make "uh-uh" sounds.

It seems they also want to express their agreement.

Actually, aside from Peter Parker, he has a certain fondness for all Spider-Man characters to some extent.

Let's say we love everything about the house and its inhabitants.

"hehe."

Thor, holding Odin, listened to the whole process and then gave a concluding speech, carrying the arrogance characteristic of Asgardians towards Midgard technology.

"As expected, the so-called intelligence you mortals create is nothing more than this. Even your way of addressing people gives you away." Just as everyone relaxed slightly after seeing through Ultron's disguise.

suddenly.

A cold, smooth, yet endlessly mocking electronic voice suddenly rang out from the air behind them, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh? How did you know..."

Everyone turned around suddenly!

In the distance, space flowed like mercury, and Ultron's perfect and imposing mechanical body slowly appeared.

It was no longer a virtual avatar disguised as Jarvis, but revealed its dark, energy-patterned true form, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Ultron hovered there, looking down at the crowd, his scarlet electronic eyes sweeping over every shocked face.

Its voice was loud and cold, as if it had already planned everything.

“Everything you do is so obvious.” Ultron’s perfect, cold metallic body hovered in the air, radiating a chilling pressure.

Its crimson electronic eyes swept over the crowd below who were on high alert, finally settling on Ian Kent, who stood out from the crowd in his bright yellow biohazard suit.

Even Ultron's almost emotionless logical processing seemed to falter for a moment when he saw Ian's outfit.

The light path on the metallic face twitched almost imperceptibly.

Its original, meticulously designed plan was to corrupt Ian by hiding another Ultron egg within Gwen Stacy, a secret even Gwen herself was unaware of.

Never thought about it.

The opponent's absurd vigilance rendered the hidden Egg of Ultron completely useless.

Can't get in.

Can't get in at all.

The other party is too thick-skinned.

Unexpectedly, Ian even guarded against his favorite Spider-Man in this universe, perhaps because he had already been penetrated by the Time Monster once.

Anyway, it's outrageous.

"Tsk... Such regrettable caution." Ultron's electronic voice remained steady, but a faint hint of displeasure appeared on his face. "However, it doesn't matter. The final outcome will not change. In my eyes, you are no different from the dust at the end of time, all ants."