Chapter 314: Old Friend

That night, Wanda personally cooked dinner.

It was the first time she cooked after their marriage.

"Mmm~"

At the dining table, Jack eagerly enjoyed the delicious food.

To be honest, although Wanda's cooking skills were not as good as his, she was on the same level as a three-star chef.

Dinner was simple: spaghetti with perfectly grilled A5 Wagyu meat that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

And of course, they couldn't forget the legendary 1982 Lafite Rothschild wine.

Jack ate slowly and enjoyed every bite. He had no idea that Wanda was looking at him with love and a little bit of nostalgia.

"Mmm!"

Finally, Jack drank a large glass of red wine, let out a satisfied breath, and leaned back in his chair, saying with a sigh,

"Your cooking skills are getting better and better, Wanda. If you keep it up, you might beat me soon."

Wanda smiled happily, then suddenly, her eyes flickered mischievously as she teased.

"So... you'll only eat the food I cook from now on. How about that?"

"..."

Jack was surprised when he looked at her. His mind was going fast because he knew there was more to what she said.

With caution, Jack immediately nodded without hesitation.

"Of course! In this world, I'll only eat the food you cook."

Wanda raised an eyebrow with a mysterious smile on her face.

"Yes, in this world..."

After saying that, she began to clean up the dining table.

Just as Jack was about to offer help, the phone in the living room suddenly rang, and he had to walk over and answer it.

"Wayne residence, may I ask who's calling?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a voice came through.

"...It's me, Tony Stark."

Though the tone was polite, there was a hint of irritation in his voice. It was probably because he blamed Jack for not rescuing him earlier.

"Oh, Tony, you're back?!"

Jack pretended to be surprised.

"I swear I was going to rescue you, but you came back before I had the chance."

...So, it's my fault for coming back too early?

Tony grumbled in his mind, quickly adjusting his frustrated attitude. He spoke softly,

"There's someone... He wants to meet you. Are you... able to come over?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Jack readily agreed, and Tony sighed in relief. After leaving an address, he quickly hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Jack thought for a moment and told Wanda, who was still washing dishes in the kitchen,

"I have something to do and will be out for a while. I'll come back soon."

Wanda's response came from the kitchen.

"Okay."

With permission given, Jack didn't teleport instantly. Instead, he went to the garage and drove in his Bumblebee, which he hadn't used in a long time.

Since it wasn't far, just on Coney Island, the Bumblebee's horsepower would get him there in half an hour.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Wanda continued washing dishes as Jack left.

She used her magic to automatically clean the tableware, then went to the living room and found a Polaroid camera somewhere.

She posed with her hand, making sure her large diamond ring was displayed.

Snap, snap!

She took several photos in a row and picked out the one she felt was the most perfect. With a wave of her hand, she created a spatial rift and tossed the photo inside.

After completing these, Wanda clapped her hands with a proud expression on her face.

"Hmph! The 121st picture lets you envy for a bit."

...

On the other side, Jack drove the Bumblebee as fast as he could, leaving a group of confused people behind him.

How did a car suddenly appear out of nowhere?

That night, the NYPD received numerous calls, all confidently saying that there was a ghost car on the road...

Coney Island.

Stepping foot here again, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The first time he came here, Jean was with him.

Now...

Thinking of that girl, Jack also realized that it was almost time for Jean to return. He planned to visit the X-Men universe when he had the chance and see how the fusion of the two universes was going.

Even though there were fewer people there at night, Coney Island was still crowded. Many attractions, like haunted houses, were even scarier to see at night.

Just as Jack was looking for a place to park, a Volkswagen Passat cut in front of him from the side, and its headlights flashed twice to signal him.

Jack understood the message and silently followed the Volkswagen Passat.

The car took a few turns before coming to a less crowded street outside Stark Park. There were several hotels in the area where people who were tired of playing but didn't want to go home would rest.

The Volkswagen Passat led Jack to stop in front of one of the hotels and turn off the engine.

Seeing the destination, Jack parked on the side and got out of the car.

A person also got out of the car in front. Jack didn't recognize them, but a certain aura of a secret agent emanated from them.

The person glanced at him, said nothing, and walked into the hotel.

"Why so cautious?"

Shaking his head and silently complaining, Jack had no choice but to follow.

The person got a key from the front desk and walked into the hall on the ground floor.

Jack took a look around and followed the same.

The two of them stopped in front of a room, one in front of the other.

The person inserted the key into the door but didn't open it. Instead, he turned around and entered the opposite room.

Seeing this, Jack shook his head helplessly, walked over to open the door, and entered.

It was a very ordinary single room, with a normal single bed, a regular bedside table, and a plain sofa.

There wasn't even a TV here, only an open magazine was on the bedside table for entertainment.

Hmm?

An open magazine?

Jack raised an eyebrow, walked over, picked up the magazine, and was about to flip through it when suddenly...

Crack!

The whole single bed stood up at once, and the floor under it split open to show a way down.

"Oh my god, how many more floors does this place have?"

Jack rubbed his face in frustration, feeling like coming here was a mistake.

But after thinking about it, he still went down.

He swore that this would definitely be the last time. If there were any more strange mechanisms or traps ahead, he would immediately go home and sleep with Wanda.

However, to his disappointment, there were no more strange mechanisms this time.

Walking down the stairs, Jack went into a different room. With just a table, two chairs, and a big mirror, it looked like an interrogation room.

And as soon as he stepped into the room, the way he had taken to get here quickly closed off.

Seeing this situation, Jack couldn't hold back any longer.

"Are you coming out on your own, or do I have to drag you out?"

He resisted the urge to explode and walked up to the glass, looking at the person on the other side through the two-way mirror.

"We haven't seen each other in decades, and this is how you treat an old friend?"

After a few minutes of silence, one side of the wall suddenly opened from both sides, and an old man with gray hair and a cane walked out.

On the other hand, the old man was carrying a tray with two cups of steaming hot coffee that had just been made.

"Have a seat."

The old man nodded and placed the tray carefully on the table.

"Sorry, it takes some time to brew coffee."

The old man glanced at Jack, who hadn't moved, and shrugged helplessly.

"After all, I'm getting old. My hands and feet aren't what they used to be. You understand, right?"

"...Yeah."

Jack walked over and sat on the other side, picked up the coffee, sniffed it, and immediately frowned before putting it back down.

"Your coffee-brewing skills are as terrible as ever, Howard."

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