Copywriting one:
I am a fan of the American team. No matter how many people enjoy the super-English and American CPs, I am just a simple shield fan. Unswerving and persevering, I don't care even if the shield loses the possibility of HE from the beginning of Captain America II.
I think I'm very ordinary.
But suddenly one day, a familiar blue light flashed, and a familiar black-haired little prince appeared in front of me.
Loki and I looked at each other.
Until he said: "Stark, you are really haunted."
Me:...?
Copywriting two:
Captain America always thought that his eldest nephew might not like him very much, until that day an all-black Iron Man landed in front of him carrying a strange man.
"Steve!"
Gave him a bear hug.
Later he found out that it was Tony's peer. Although this girl still looked very Stark, he didn't know why... I always felt that girls were much cuter...
Copywriting three:
I'm Tony Stark, the one and only Iron Man. One day I suddenly stopped being unique.
Intention: None