Howard shouted in his heart, who is Mavuika? She is the sun goddess in Norse mythology, Odin's eldest daughter, the Asgard princess who conquered the Nine Realms, an existence who has lived for thousands of years!
The power she possesses far exceeds the scope of human understanding, and her level of life is fundamentally different from that of mortals.
And Tony, this brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, actually treats her with the same attitude as an ordinary human girl? Using that kind of frivolous tone, those jokes...
Howard felt a wave of lingering fear.
Although Mavuika appeared easygoing and friendly, how could the dignity of a deity be offended by mortals? What if a certain word angered her, what if a certain action made her feel displeased...
Thinking of this, Howard wanted to step forward and warn Tony.
He took a step, his cane striking the stone floor heavily, emitting a "thump-thump" sound.
His expression was terrifyingly serious, and those eyes, usually gentle and wise, were now filled with a father's authority and warning.
"Tony, you—"
But before Howard could finish his sentence, he was stopped by Mavuika.
Mavuika stepped sideways to block Howard, her movement natural; she shook her head calmly, the movement very slight, but Howard saw it clearly.
Howard stopped in his tracks, looking at Mavuika's back, sensing that Mavuika was not angry.
Mavuika was indeed not angry; she didn't really care about this, and instead found this guy Tony quite interesting.
That youthful vitality and confidence, even that slightly frivolous teasing... all reminded Mavuika of a long time ago in Natlan, of the companions who dared to joke with her and drink with her.
The life of a deity is long and solemn, and sometimes it needs a bit of mortal vitality to spice things up.
Moreover, the genius edge on Tony, that attitude full of curiosity and desire for challenge toward the World, also made Mavuika appreciate him.
"You guessed right." Mavuika nodded with a smile, turning to face Tony, completely ignoring Howard's nervous expression behind her: "This was indeed something I asked Howard to do."
She walked to the motorcycle and reached out to touch the body, her fingers gliding over the cold metal surface; she could feel the craftsmanship and effort contained within, Howard had indeed put his heart into it.
"I like speed, I like the feeling of the wind whistling past me." Mavuika said softly, as if speaking to Tony, and as if talking to herself.
Tony had an "as I thought" expression; he walked to Mavuika's side and looked at the motorcycle too, but his gaze would drift to Mavuika's profile from time to time.
In the sunlight, Mavuika's skin seemed to glow, and her amber eyes were so deep they seemed capable of sucking a person in.
Tony had seen countless beauties, but like Mavuika... he couldn't find an appropriate adjective.
"Suddenly mobilizing Stark Industries to prioritize the production of this motorcycle." Tony touched his chin, striking a thoughtful pose: "It seems Miss Mavuika is very important in the Old man's eyes."
He turned his head to look at Howard and blinked: "Friends? A relationship across generations?"
Howard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but closed it again; he could only stand to the side, watching his son repeatedly dancing on the edge of danger, feeling filled with a sense of powerlessness.
Mavuika found it interesting and intended to tease him.
She turned around to face Tony, arms crossed, striking a "please continue" pose.
"Since you are so smart..." Mavuika's voice carried a hint of banter: "Why don't you try guessing again?"
The sunlight shone on her, and her long golden-red hair seemed to be truly glowing, leaving Tony dazed for a moment.
Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly very interested in this challenge.
He walked around Mavuika, as if examining a precious work of art, or as if analyzing a complex scientific problem.
"Don't tell me, I can definitely guess it!" Tony reached out and said confidently, his tone as if he had already grasped all the clues.
He stopped walking and held up one finger: "Friends shouldn't be very likely; based on my understanding of the Old man, he is not the type of person to make friends across generations; his friends are either old comrades from World War II, or peers in the scientific community, and they are basically all of the same age."
He held up a second finger: "Colleagues? Doesn't seem like it either; if it were for work needs, he wouldn't use private resources to customize a motorcycle; he would go through formal procedures, apply for funding, and do a pile of annoying written reports."
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