Tony tossed over a four-head-tall Vibranium suit of armor.
Nezha: Sorry, I think my own body can withstand heavenly lightning.
Tony tossed over a pair of repulsor cannons next.
Nezha: I think my Fire-Tipped Spear could poke ten Thanoses to death.
Finally, Tony tossed over a rocket booster.
Nezha: Iron Man, enough. I don't want to say anything else. Goodbye.
Tony, rejected, wanted to experience the rebellious feelings of his adopted son's adolescence, so he stuck both hands down his pants.
Pepper: Sorry, I think I opened the wrong door. Should I go back and try opening it again?
I'll update whenever inspiration strikes. I'll consider writing more once this gets over a hundred bookmarks. I'm dying to see Tony learn to walk like Nezha, QAQ.
If any talented artist happens to pass by... could you draw one for me?
Theme: Focusing on the bond between father and son, and communication between people. The world is beautiful, but you don't have to shoulder everything alone.
