Marvel's Superman

Chapter 267 - 264 | You Should Call Me Godfather.

Chapter 267 - 264 You Should Call Me Godfather.

In the fallen ruins of Titan, a red-painted spaceship was docked. It was the [Milano] of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Now it had become the home to Iron Man, Tony Stark and Nebula.

"Hiss! Aah! Aah! Easy, easy!"

At the open hatch, Tony let out a scream that made people think of other things.

However, the real scene didn't have any ambiguity.

Playboy Stark was a story from a long time ago.

After a series of crises and growth, Tony got rid of the past cynicism and egotism and no longer indulged in the depravity of beauty, alcohol, and drunkenness.

Of course, this once disappointed New York newspapers.

You know, in the past, Tony Stark's scandalous gossip alone could feed most of the paparazzi.

Now, they had to find a new favorite for the headlines.

"Thanos almost stabbed your lungs with a short sword made of nano-metal. You're in a terrible situation, Stark."

Nebula said solemnly while treating the other party's wound.

"Internal bleeding, extensive contusions, penetrating wounds that heal slowly, as well as associated excessive blood loss and malnutrition."

"Even though you first applied a hypothermic hemostat to the wound, it will also cause damage to the surrounding muscles."

As a semi-mechanical creature whose body had been greatly transformed without needing food and water.

Nebula's arm was stable, accurately and effectively removing the necrotic flesh and completing the stitching work.

She and Iron Man were the only two people on Titan. Thanos's snap wiped out the rest of the superheroes, such as the Guardians of the Galaxy and Doctor Strange.

It was a desolate land with vast ruins.

There was also a harsh environment with alternating heat and cold and extreme temperature differences, making it difficult to survive in the desolate place.

These weren't the only serious challenges that needed to be faced.

Ever since the chattering bug turned into ash, Iron Man became very silent.

He seemed to blame himself for all this.

"When will the spacecraft be repaired?"

Tony asked with a grin.

There was no anesthetic on Titan, let alone a medical first aid kit.

Nebula only found some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs on the Milano of the Guardian of the Galaxy and could make some simple fixes towards the fatal wound near his chest.

"The fuel tank was affected during combat. Many minor cracks need to be repaired. This may take several days."

Nebula's tone was so plain that he couldn't hear any extra emotions.

"As for the idea you proposed, using the ion battery in the storage room to charge the spacecraft, although very feasible, it can only get at most 48 hours of flight time."

"Without the power to accelerate the engine. We wouldn't be able to make the space jump. When the battery runs out of the last trace of energy, we would be trapped on the spacecraft."

"In addition to waiting for rescue, there is no other way!"

Tony curled his lips, and the look in his eyes turned bleak.

He was very clear about the current situation, Titan was far away from the earth, and it was unknown how many thousands of light-years apart.

Instead of waiting for the Avengers to find a way to come to the rescue, it was better to try to save himself.

"No matter what, it's worth a try. We can't stay on Titan and wait for death. Well, of course, only I will starve to death due to lack of drinking water and food. You should have other ways."

Tony looked up at Nebula and laughed at himself.

"If I had known, I should have turned myself into a consciousness like Ultron, or maybe I would have been better off like you, much more capable of surviving, not even needing to breathe air."

Nebula didn't say a word and reached out to help him up.

Then got into the spacecraft and continued to search for the necessary materials and parts.

In fact, she actually admired the tenacity of this human being, trapped on a strange and desolate dead planet with a stranger.

He didn't know if his teammates on earth were still alive, nor did he know if his family and friends survived the disaster.

It was easy to collapse just because of mental suffering.

However, apart from the above, he still suffered from physical torture.

Iron Man was seriously injured and could get infected.

In addition, the ion batteries stored in the ship were insufficient, and the survival supplies and oxygen reserves were tight.

Leaving Titan was actually a risky decision because the spacecraft would stay in outer space once the power was lost. It was basically waiting for death.

All those various factors, Nebula believed that this intelligent earthling would certainly know.

But the other party insisted on taking off and leaving Titan.

"The more I hope to survive and stay on Titan, the more desperate I would be when the imaginary bubble of waiting for rescue pops."

Tony said calmly.

He leaned against the hatch to rest for a while, and Nebula climbed into the spacecraft to collect the intact ion batteries and prepare for the subsequent charging.

"Stark, come here!"

The tough survival days hadn't been going on long when Nebula called Tony over.

On the cockpit console, a radar-like safety system generated an alarm.

"There are other living beings approaching!"

Nebula picked up the long sword and energy weapon at hand with a trace of vigilance in her eyes.

Titan had experienced a great catastrophe, and the civilized race had long since died.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be any active living things other than them.

"Maybe the Captain came to save me."

Tony's pale face forced an optimistic look.

His nano-armor material was exhausted, and he was seriously wounded, so he was currently powerless to fight.

If he wanted to deal with the enemy, he could only rely on Nebula.

The only good news was that this blue-skinned alien chick was actually stronger than most warriors.

"You stay in the spaceship."

Nebula left the cockpit and closed the hatch.

Tony said nothing but silently watched the other party disappear into the deserted world.

'I'm willing to use half of Stark Industries shares in exchange for a large hamburger!'

Leaning on the seat, Tony's thinking began to wander.

He remembered that when he came back to New York after escaping from the cave and saw Pepper…

At that time, he said he only wanted to do two things, one of which was to eat a hamburger.

'If Pepper is still alive, I hope she won't be too sad. I mean, she can live with her grief for a few weeks and then …'

Perhaps because of lack of water or hunger, Tony felt that his consciousness was getting blurred, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

He wanted to sleep like this, and when he opened his eyes again, everyone would reappear.

That friendly neighborhood little bug, who was such a chatterbox.

That cocky and arrogant-looking Doctor Strange, that in fact, really was arrogant.

And those unusually annoying guys from the Guardians of the Galaxy, …

Everyone would return to earth in a spaceship together, and then the Avengers would gather around.

Tony would talk about this wonderful space trip in a proud tone that always made people uncomfortable, and feel their envious and curious eyes.

How nice it would be!

"I want to sleep for a while."

Iron Man, whose face was full of exhaustion, said in a low voice.

"That won't work."

A gentle voice with a smile rang in his ear.

"If you die here, how could I explain it to Howard when I get back? -- Although in a sense, you aren't his son in this universe, you're always a Stark."

'Who's talking?'

Tony struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids became heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

"What happened to him?"

The voice questioned.

"It's because of the high fever caused by infection. There are too few drugs available on the spacecraft. He had to grit his teeth to get through it."

Nebula replied.

"Fortunately, I wasn't too late."

The voice spoke again.

Tony really wanted to know who that guy was.

'Why did Nebula come back?'

'Wasn't she searching for the living beings that broke into the area around the ship?'

'How long has it been …?'

Question after question appeared in Tony's head.

His consciousness was blurred, and his brain was foggy.

His eyelids barely squeezed a gap, only to see a young face.

"Who are you?"

Tony asked.

"According to seniority, you should call me godfather."

The man replied.