"I think this is the aircraft engine you want to discuss."

Charles, who brought the guest to the treatment room, stopped in front of a bed and turned his wheelchair to face the three people. He spoke to Tony, but his eyes were directly on the man who followed the last command.

He knew nothing about the Winter Soldier, but this man with a murderous aura and a messy mind didn't look like Iron Man's new bodyguard.

Tony, who had taken off his armor, looked around and weighed his decision. Until now, he was still thinking about whether he should expose the Old Popsicle to the Mutants.

He had done a detailed investigation and knew how powerful this Omega-level psychic mutant was. As long as he wanted to, he could dig out the memories that Old Popsicle hid in the deepest part of his mind that he might not even remember.

If it weren't for the disappointment of S.H.E.L.D., he wouldn't have taken the risk of bringing Barnes here.

He wasn't sure if Barnes could accept this.

But he had confidence in his AI. His Jarvis and Fléty were an extension of his mind. If they thought Xavier could be trusted, then he could also try to take this step.

Charles didn't seem to notice his hesitation. He looked directly at the silent man, "May

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Bucky didn't move.

"Lie down on the bed for examination, soldier."

Tony gave the order and paused for a moment before squeezing the last word out of his teeth. He watched the other person lie down on the examination bed obediently with a gloomy look in his dark brown eyes.

This was why he was determined to seek the help of the Mutants for the Old Popsicle.

Tony called him "Barnes", but he would only look at him in confusion and irritation; Tony's rigid "orders" would be carried out by the Winter Soldier without hesitation.

The little prince that his father had talked about who could enchant all of Brooklyn when he smiled, and the childhood idol that Tony Stark had envisioned, fantasized about, and worshipped, had his identity and memory erased, and he had become an unconscious blade.

This was hard to accept.

"Professor, as you wish," Tony took two steps back and leaned against a treatment device as he watched the wheelchair slide behind Barnes.

If Tony Stark was destined to meet his death, then he could at least use his hand to do one more good deed before he left.

In that case, even if he saw the old man in the future, he would still be praised.

The treatment room was very quiet. Hank guarded the door, the professor put his hands on Bucky's temples, Fléty stood on the other side of the treatment bed, fully alert, running the program quickly in his mind, and Tony's eyes were empty. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Boss, S.H.E.L.D. has discovered that Mr. Barnes is missing. We're currently conducting an investigation and search. I've already set up a clue that points to the Hydra organization. I expect Agent Colsen to consult you. Do you want to initiate the third filing?"

"Just do it, Fléty."

The mustached man who was too lazy to deal with S.H.E.L.D. lowered his voice and gave the AI girl the authority to fool the other party.

"Initiate the third filing. Your travel record is complete. You're currently on vacation at the Palm Island in Dubai. Please authorize the use of synthetic audio."

"Jarvis?"

"Sir, synthetic audio has been authorized for Fléty to use. S.H.E.L.D.'s call will be automatically transferred to the AI for reply."

His neatly trimmed mustache twitched slightly. "What would I do without you?"

Jarvis's elegant and deep voice sounded in his earpiece. "This should be what we say to you."

Time passed by little by little. Fine beads of sweat appeared on the professor's forehead.

Hank stood nervously behind the professor, ready to pull the wheelchair away at any time.

After a while, just as Fléty successfully fooled Colsen with the synthetic voice in his mind, the professor finally put down his hand.

He looked a little tired, but his expression was relaxed as if everything was under control. He looked at Tony with a polite and gentle gaze.

"This Mr. Barnes has been brainwashed many times. His mental state is extremely unstable and there are many gaps and gaps in his memory. If we want to completely remove the brainwashing state and recover his complete memory, we can't rush it. We have to do it bit by bit."

His wise eyes seemed to be able to see through all the causes and effects. He said slowly, "The brain has the ability to automatically repair itself. I only need to reopen his thinking path that is blocked by the brainwashing words. After about three to four times, he can slowly recover on his own.

Before that, because the brainwashing state hasn't been completely removed, I'm afraid he will only listen to your orders. "

He raised his hand and pressed down to stop Tony from asking. "I'll provide my help for free. Mr. Stark, I admire your actions and I'm happy that you chose to believe in the mutated humans."

Tony opened his mouth and finally said, "Thank you."

They agreed on the next time to meet and left under the protection of the night.

Charles and Hank walked them to the door.

When they parted ways, Freddy hesitated for a moment before calling out softly in his mind.

"Professor?"

"Miss Fléty." Charles seemed to have expected this and immediately answered in her mind.

"Do you mind your hair?

If you do, I may have a small way to help you. "

Charles, who had expected this but didn't expect this to be a communication problem, was dumbfounded for a moment. He sorted out his thoughts and thought, "If possible, of course I like thick hair. But the appearance flaw won't affect my life or mood. It's just that I may have to wear a hat in winter."

Charles' answer was very good, but Fléty still wanted everything to be perfect.

She looked left and right and took out a small perfume bottle from the hidden compartment in the car. She held the bottle in the palm of her hand. When she opened her palm again, the red liquid in the transparent glass bottle was flowing. It was very magical.

"Boss, because we disturbed you so late at night, I prepared a small gift for the professor. Can I give it to him now?"

"Of course." Tony never cared about these small things. His AI butlers were always considerate and thoughtful, weren't they?

Fléty put the glass bottle in Charles' hand. "A small gift. I hope you have a good time."

Charles looked at the liquid perfume in the bottle and smiled. "Thank you, Fléty."

Then he said to Tony, "Next time, please bring Miss Fléty. She's very interesting.

I hope to discuss with her some small issues about the mutants. "

As smart as he was, it wasn't difficult for him to notice the unbreakable master-slave relationship between Tony and Fléty. It wasn't an employer-employee relationship, but a relationship between creator and creation.

Tony immediately replied with a Tony glare at the beautiful young man in the wheelchair.

'What's wrong with this beautiful professor? Is he trying to steal Stark's woman so openly?'

"What's wrong with the professor? Did he find out that you're a mutant?"

"I'm afraid so. I didn't deliberately block his Psychic Detection. The thought process of AI is different from that of humans. It's normal for him to find out. Do you think I need to hide this?"

"What's the point of hiding when your disguise has been exposed? Besides, he doesn't mean any harm."

Tony looked at his phone and replied, "Besides, your mutant ability hasn't been revealed yet. Maybe it'll be beneficial to communicate with him."

"What kind of mutant ability do you want me to have?"

"That's not something I can control. Stark isn't omnipotent.

However, it's best if it's not an ability that will affect your appearance. It's great to be as beautiful as you are now. "

Tony, who was always an honorary lifetime member of the Appearance Association, said casually, "Maybe you're a mutant with cooking abilities. The kind that makes everything delicious."

Fléty was speechless.

'The head chef of a Michelin three-star restaurant and the best doughnuts in New York aren't enough to satisfy you, boss …'

"It seems that my cooking skills still have room for improvement. I'll work hard, boss."

"Don't feel pressured, good girl. You're good as you are now. It'll be great as long as you stay by my side."

"As you wish, boss."

"Boss," Freddy answered softly.

"Sir, the detector around the Malibu House has detected abnormal radio waves. Based on the frequency, it should be a mobile unmanned detector.

Mark 2, 3, and 4 are on standby in the basement. Do you need to clean it up? "Jarvis, who was sitting in the driver's seat and pretending to be driving, suddenly asked.

"These people just can't learn to talk face to face." Tony turned off his phone in annoyance. "Lock down the basement and let them do the rest.

After all, I'm on vacation in Palm Island. "

"Do you need to book a hotel? You have a presidential suite on the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria."