[Crossover: Iron Man] Protecting Stark

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A siege brings Lin Qingwan, a sword cultivator from the world of cultivation, to New York City, where chaos never seems to end.

There, an eight-hundred-year-old girl with an empty nest (?), experiences her first love. Then she discovers that her sweetheart seems to keep attracting (strike that) strange people.

A bald old man with a bushy beard / a musclebound thug dressed in bondage gear / a mad scientist whose looks improved dramatically over 22 years, presumably thanks to plastic surgery: "Tony Stark is over there! Let's go beat him up!"

And that's not to mention wave after wave of bizarre aliens who keep showing up no matter how many she kills.

Faced with a horde of perverts coveting (strike that) her boyfriend, Lin Qingwan has no choice but to protect him with all her heart. Her heart is full of him, with no room left for anyone else.

At the battle scene:

Captain America / Hulk / Black Widow / Hawkeye: "Mr. Stark, please show the enemy some respect. They're not props for your public displays of affection, you know?"

Iron Man: (Catches an alien his girlfriend tosses his way and blasts it to pieces.) "Alien corpses don't have rights."

The Chitauri: "...Demon, go away."

A love story about two people who protect each other.

1. The characters belong to the original creators. Any out-of-character moments are mine.

2. I'm a beginner writer, writing for love. If you don't like it... well, there's nothing I can do. _(:з"∠)_

3. My headcanons are everywhere, and I've made plenty of changes. The author's logic is dead, so let's enjoy Tony and ignore the logic.

4. Friendly discussion is welcome, personal attacks are not. If we get along, let's stick together; if not, let's part ways. Respect each other and enjoy the story in peace.

A friend's story: "[Western Crossover] Sir, Please Take Your Ticket" by Sodium Hydroxide Doesn't Smell Good. Even saving the world means following traffic rules.

Coming soon: "[Western Crossover] I Refuse to Chat with Anyone"

There are two weird kids in Smallville: Clark from the Kent family and Edith, who came from the orphanage.

One of them occasionally bolts out of class in a panic, while the other often mutters to pencils, lunch trays, and toilets.

Kids this strange are perfect targets for bullies.

So one afternoon after school, a chubby kid with a stocky build and his cronies cornered the two of them in the restroom.

Clark, who had always been told by his dad to hide his strength, was still wondering whether he should step in. Meanwhile, the other "unlucky kid" had already started negotiating with the toilet.

"Cross, how about you put up with it? I promise I'll dunk his head in there to teach him a lesson, then pull him right back out. I won't leave it in for even a second longer."

The little red-haired girl solemnly negotiated with the toilet about teaching a bully twice her size a lesson. When the bully scoffed, she suddenly sprang into action, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him headfirst into the toilet.

That scene was etched deep in young Clark's mind.

Years later, after the small-town boy had grown into the city's protector, he met his old partner in misfortune again. She had become an urban legend of a different kind.

"Have you heard? That new female consultant helped the police crack another serial murder case."

"That's seriously messed up!"

Edith, the consultant in question, says she only solved the case by accident.

After all, the baseball cap on the head of the suspect who brushed past her at the time was shouting brazenly:

"So what if he's a serial killer? I've still got him pinned beneath me!"

Edith: Understood. Your fatal question has been received.

Clark Kent is the pairing.

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