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Chapter 6 - They.... Who?

Everyone was surprised, Coulson was still smiling and Downey looked at Optimus Prime thoughtfully.

"Optimus Prime? Is that his name?" Coulson smiled, making the people he spoke to feel like a spring breeze, thus breaking the strange atmosphere of fascination with his phrase.

"This is the name I gave him. It represents justice and responsibility. I hope he is the hope and belief in my heart that will never fail." Downey said, the tingle in his brain grew stronger with that determination.

The Tinder in his mind is a little brighter now, but it's not the same intensity when he wakes up.

Downey attempted to manually mobilize part by Optimus Prime's part, but after Tinder ran over all of Optimus' parts that most parts he came in contact with clearly signal to him (instinctively) to use this poor metal, or any part, forced Optimus Prime to the full limit of the hull, the end result was quite expected, with the loss of any steel usable for transformation and 90% of the car needing to be replaced (a total loss), Optimus is simply vulnerable now, cannot be used unless repaired.

Downey's Tinder has given him incredible (instinctive) insight and intuition for fabricating and modifying any machinery, with his (past life) knowledge of mechanics being enhanced by its power, giving an opportunity to fix Optimus, even to the extent of his abilities. damage, further allowing him to make changes to Optimus in the shortest possible time.

This is an unprecedented skill, but wherever Tinder's energy is soaked, all machinery looks transparent and he can understand all the features to the fullest and use them to his pro to upgrade the machines.

But currently he is limited to Optimus Prime. This little truck that has been with him day and night could receive an unprecedented upgrade. His specific power principle remains to be tried and tested further.

The fight with Abomination, your skill has already come into the eyes of powerful people. A fourth-tier mutant newborn suspect would surely attract countless attentions, not to mention this miraculous ability. It is difficult to analyze the principle. It is unknown how many people covet and are curious to learn more about this skill.

"It seems he has a special meaning for you. Is it convenient to tell me?" says Coulson.

"It's okay to say." Downey approached Optimus, ran his hand over Optimus' metal body, and said slowly, "Our family of three trusts him to transport goods, earn shipping fees, and maintain the family's everyday life..."

Downey told Coulson that his family life isn't very wealthy and they don't have a very good skill level. It is difficult to live in New York, where the level of consumption is extremely high. They were proud to be able to pay the down payment on a house in New York, so they saved money and bought a truck for transport. Due to the low tonnage, few goods could be loaded onto the truck at once, so they only made money from multiple transports.

Life is not wealthy, but the taste of victory was in this sense of achievement, the family was healthy and disease-free, life was for a long time simple and peaceful. What worried them every day is how much more money could be made from shipping goods, more savings, and then some maintenance for the family's savior - the little truck. Use some better gasoline, these treats.

His parents drove the truck every day. When Downey wasn't going to school, he also helped around the house. Sometimes meals and lodging were in the truck. This old, hard-working and weather-beaten truck is an important member of your family, everyone in your family appreciates it very much.

Downey told Coulson, smiling.

"But now there is nothing else." Downey said, his nails digging deep into the flesh and blood running from the wound. He is not just talking about his experience in this life, but also about the experience in his previous life.

Then he felt pain, resentment, and hatred for being incompetent.

"I'm sorry, but please forgive me for the previous words, after all, you and this car carry your beliefs, don't you? Before I didn't know how important it was to you and your family."

Coulson called someone right after his sentence, handed him a black suit, and motioned for him to put it on.

Downey looked at the suit, the size was right, they had it made especially for him. Black represents solemnity, but also a kind of silent sadness at certain times. Crying needs silence.

(A/N: Cry on the shoulder of a friend and/or family, always better than crying alone, but sometimes it's good to have your moment to cry in the bedroom and listening to music.)

Downey asked Coulson about Hulk's whereabouts.

Coulson was silent for a while before responding considering his words. They were also trying to monitor the monster's footprint, but the Hulk was moving so fast that they lost him after a while chasing the 'emerald giant'.

"I'm not going after him to settle accounts now, what are you hiding then? I'm not the Hulk's opponent right now and I'm not stupid enough." says Downey, after digging up some clues from Coulson's expressions.

Coulson smiled happier and guided him inside: "Mr. Downey, Hulk has a very high level of access to information where I work. I have no right to share it with people outside the agency. Please forgive me. It is the instinct of us agents to keep some matters under wraps."

Downey understood the meaning of Coulson's words in an instant, his face remained expressionless, thinking he should talk about this sort of subject in the near future. He has no idea to join an official agency for now, but he will seriously consider the matter.

Downey couldn't believe the people at S.H.I.E.L.D., at least not yet. No one can guarantee he'll be made a fool of, setting a trap for him on his entry into the agency, with the Hydra gang being a bunch of delusional lunatics, and may even have his blood cloned and can form a Downey No. 1, Downey No. 2 and so on.

The gist of it all is a rare mutant at level four! They are as indifferent as they are lunatics. So the possibility of him being captured as soon as he steps into S.H.I.E.L.D. by Hydra is too big to ignore.

"Sir. Downey, a lot of people are looking at you right now. You're certainly a threat right now to a lot of people."

Coulson didn't give up, he wanted to keep trying to convince him. He has the psychological assessment report from the SHIELD team of experts and the psychological model established for Downey. Aside from the series of conversations he had just had with Downey, Coulson was sure he knew even more about Downey from the conversation they had. And he really wants Downey to join the agency, just based on everything he's got so far, he's very serious about it.

Downey would be even better than Dr. Banner, who has long regarded him with suspicion, and after the Hulk transformation incident... Coulson stops thinking about it and returns to Downey.

Downey found it a little funny. He pointed to the sky and said, "I believe Professor X will never give up on me. Perhaps all our conversation and behavior is under his eye, for fear that you will turn on me. To be honest, although you saved me and I am very grateful, but I would rather trust Professor X than an official institution like yours." said Downey.

Coulson smiled awkwardly.

Professor X's character and his love for other people is not a secret.

Downey has promised that if his organization encounters problems in the future, they can come to him, and he will repay that kindness today.

Coulson smiled happily, he had an even higher view of Downey in his heart. Allied to the evaluation of psychologists, he had more self-confidence in his promise.

How great is the grace of saving lives and wiping your ass? How can someone get paid? Coulson was very proud of his work. They had already managed to capture at least half of this mutant, which was now suspected to be Level 3, being a Level 4 at its core.

(A/N: At least half of Downey's capture for S.H.I.E.L.D., will he be part of the Avengers in the future?)

Downey laughed too, is he reluctant or regretful for turning down the offer? Not even a little. Anyone who has a little understanding of this universe (films or comics) knows that S.H.I.E.L.D. is covered in mud and dirt. He just doesn't want to fall into this quagmire, especially without the strength to back him up.

In the future of this universe, there are sure to be countless fierce enemies roaming the starry sky and countless bloody battles, causing heroes to bleed, cry, die and countless disaster level variables, with countless innocents dying in vain.

If Downey is unable to develop his skills until then, even without even regaining his strength, remaining unable to reignite Tinder at its 'full' potency, he will continue to be a pseudo-4th level, and can only be considered an elite soldier, thus being qualified to become a high level cannon fodder.

Either die and disappear, or face countless desperate battles, face hardship and open a wide road, covered in blood.

It is not difficult to repay this kindness to them.

"Where are they?" Downey asked after his long consideration of the bleak future, asking in a shaky voice.

People can clearly see the panic in Downey's heart. He has a demon in his heart. He is afraid to face the whole truth and even wishes this was just a horrible nightmare, still being happy when he wakes up in the morning.

Coulson lowered his voice appropriately and said softly, "I still think about how much you're going to put up with… Compared to this cruel world, you're more afraid to face them. Don't worry, I've arranged for someone to treat your parents. Their bodies were placed in a coffin and their bodies are well preserved."

Downey thanked him softly and, under Coulson's personal guidance, made his way to the nearby cemetery, where his parents will be buried.

"Do you have any motorcycles?" Downey asked.

"Motorcycle? I can take you there, you know, my car rarely takes other people, I treat you like a wife, you know?"

"It's just that I'd rather ride a motorcycle alone until then... I'll ride a motorcycle alone and bury them myself." Downey said softly.

"If you insist." Coulson shrugged and said nonchalantly.

His voice faded, Optimus Prime reverted to a tattered pickup truck, silently there in a trance, patiently waiting for his creator's return.

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On a motorbike driving in the wind down the empty road to the cemetery, Downey begins to reminisce about his fond memories. The motorcycle that accompanies him on this sad and bitter journey, being a gift from Coulson, accompanies him in his lowest moment of this life. A single tear slowly drips from her eye, running through every feature of her face, there is a single tear representing all her sadness accumulated in these two days, until reaching the end of her face it is blown in the wind, along with her melancholy, leaving only the pure determination in his eyes.