Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

[Tony and the US team have one. I personally don’t think it’s a shield iron, but they are in the same frame, but I still mark it.]

"His soul is young and pure, and he will probably be the type that the yellow-eyed devil likes."

When Chris said this, Steve was still looking at the tea in the cup intently, and he came back to his senses when he heard Tony's unscrupulous laughter. He was confused and found that he couldn't keep up with the progress of the topic at all-these days In fact, he is used to this kind of failure to keep up with the progress, just like he can't understand why after being teased by Chris, Tony strangely meets this mysterious store manager in a few words... Hit it off, friendship progresses It was so fast that he was caught off guard, and when he realized it, Chris had given Tony a special time for Iron Man every morning, and Tony was willing to run all the way from Manhattan to Queens every morning to drink tea and pack for him. A sandwich from a shop next door, going to bed early and getting up early for almost a week, so healthy that people thought it was a fake Tony.

The world of the rich may really be something he doesn't understand.

Although Chris is not rich in the usual sense.

Just like what he said when he rejected Tony's acquisition proposal, the wealth of the human world is meaningless to him, and anything in this store—even if it's just the pillow that Tony grabbed and plucked because of its good feel, There are priceless treasures that are enough to make people flock to, but the treasures that can make Chris's heart beat, even the omnipotent Tony Stark can't get it out.

So in the end, Tony could only mutter, "Well, it's a little more expensive than I thought", and bought the can of fine sand that Chris had just restocked when they came.

Remarks, one.

It was the sand of dreams in the Sandman sandbag. Chris also gave Tony a very oriental-style aromatherapy ball to hold the fine sand. A restful night's sleep.

But even so, Steve still couldn't help but feel a little trembling under the power of money when he looked at the large string of zeros that Tony drew out without blinking his eyes.

Forgive him for being just a poor boy who couldn't even afford the down payment of a house in Brooklyn for so many years. Even Captain America's subsidy is not much different from that of ordinary soldiers, and the war damage is Tony. Rich. Tough. Papa Stark paid for it later.

And now, the rich Tony's father laughed out of breath, patted Steve on the shoulder and said, "That's really good--young guy hahahahaha too young and innocent, I can't do it hahahaha this Definitely the best joke I've heard this year!"

Chris smiled and comforted the dazed Steve with a piece of cookie, and continued calmly: "If you get nothing, then there is no difference between a thousand years and a moment. The age of the soul has nothing to do with the body, even if he sleeps for 700 years. In my opinion, they are just young people in their 20s."

"Oh, yes, young man. Will tell me, cough—" Tony put on a serious face and imitated Steve's tone, "Tony, watch your words. God, my dad can't talk like that, okay?" ?!"

He imitated it so vividly that Captain Fidel, who was dozing on the table, laughed. The big fluffy tail swept across Tony's wrist, and slowly turned around and lay on his wrist. He yawned, so that he could see the friendless blue eyes lazily leaning on the back of Tony's hand with half-opened and half-closed eyes. The soft long hair made Tony temporarily give up the pillow that was almost bald by him.

Anyway, Tony just paid for the pillow a few minutes ago, and Chris didn't feel bad if he got bald.

"Old-fashioned style and psychological maturity are two different things." Chris rubbed Commander Fidel's back with one hand, propped his chin with one hand and looked at Steve's stiff face—for this overly upright guy who was a little bit black and white. As far as the American spirit is concerned, I probably never thought that there is such a face-to-face operation of Chris and Tony. As the subject of discussion, Steve, whose thinking is still stuck 70 years ago, should be uncomfortable, even subtle. I am even more uncomfortable than when I went on stage to perform a performance of selling national debt to express condolences.

Probably because Chris’s eyes seemed to know everything, which made him feel numb from head to toe, so that even if Chris had a kind and gentle smile on his face, he was restless, and he stood up after a while to go to the next door. .

Compared with Chris, who has a mysterious common language with Tony and can diss Gotham Bruce Baby next door, he is still more able to chat with the enthusiastic and talkative Mr. Demer in the Demer sandwich shop next door.

"Could you please take Fidel with you?" Chris put Captain Fidel in Steve's arms, "Murphy next door likes him very much."

Demer Sandwich Shop also has a cat Murphy, with long thick fur and mighty pattern, lying on the counter calmly and watching the whole store with a pair of green eyes, it is written beautifully from head to toe. The style of Captain Fidel is completely different. Peter couldn't help stroking Murphy's long hair every day when buying breakfast, and then proudly found that Captain Fidel's hair was smoother.

Captain Fidel lay in Steve's arms, half-closed his eyes and yawned. He didn't have any opinion on changing a place to sleep, which meant that he felt pity for the poor fellow next door who saw that his calf was weak. Guy, by the way, I'm looking forward to whether Mr. Demer will make a delicious goat's milk pudding today.

Grab it if you have one.

Captain Fidel licked his lips, and called out sweetly and sweetly to Tony who brought him delicious snacks.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief at Demer's Sandwich Shop holding Captain Fidel in his arms, took the big cup of coffee handed by Mr. Demer and happily talked about the things that have long been outdated in the eyes of many young people. s things.

He always misses that era, the scenery of that era, the people of that era, everything in that era, even if there are too many unsatisfactory things caused by the raging wars and lack of supplies, it is always better than this bustling world that confuses him. He is nostalgic.

"He is an undead from the past." Chris propped his chin with one hand and stirred the black tea with milk with a silver spoon, "So you are destined to run in opposite directions."

Tony sneered and raised his eyebrows and said, "Cap is still alive, do you need to take a look at his medical report? I bet he's healthy enough to declare for Guinness."

"It's not the body, but the soul." Chris handed the small cup of milk to Tony, "He was only a young man when he was frozen, and the 70 years of sleep are the same as the night of sleep. You know what it's like to be young."

Happy, brave, every cell exudes the breath of vitality and the future, instead of looking back at the past like Steve and unable to extricate himself, the part that belongs to the past is sinking in the balance, in this busy place where aliens invade The era of traffic jams and overtime work is unstoppable and out of place.

"Lucifer has slept for thousands of years and wakes up in three days and can use Tinder to hook up girls without a teacher. I bet the one who has been sleeping for 70 years doesn't even know what Twitter is now?" Chris has no scruples He took a certain Lord of Hell who was having fun in the world as an example, "He is rejecting this era, you know it very well, you just refuse to admit it."

"The crack won't disappear automatically just because you don't admit it." Chris's light-colored eyes showed an unusually transparent color in the sun, "It will only get bigger and bigger, and then you will move like a businessman." , like a moat across the sky."

Tony stopped stirring the tea, and the arrogance slowly mixed with a heavy and unspeakable meaning, just like a pair of caramel-colored eyes pouring out deep fatigue and pain at a certain moment—— The pain of being poked into the sore spot hurts like hell and he tried his best to pretend nothing happened. He looked at Chris firmly, and said word by word: "Cap is fine, so am I."

"I know." Chris smiled resolutely, and he could fold the tissue into complicated shapes leisurely, "You are all fine, I know."

He folded his palms to close the tissue, showing the appearance of a rose, "It's just that when you look up to the future without stopping, he still stops in the past."

Chris put the rose in Tony's hand, and the pure white tissue rose was suddenly dyed a bright blood-like red by his light touch, and turned into a real bright red rose.

"Nice magic trick." Tony whistled and held up the rose to sniff lightly. "Unfortunately, I'm not a pretty girl, otherwise tonight would definitely be so hot."

He didn't like that topic very much, and even if he knew, he didn't want to continue the conversation,

"Tony Stark is better than everything else in this world." Chris leaned back on the sofa, smiled and blinked, thoughtfully followed Tony's words and did not bring up the topic just now, just sighed in that sweet and soft tone Said, "Incomparable and unique."

"Ummm..." Tony threw the rose aside, "It's a pity that your gender is wrong. The incomparable and unique Mr. Stark only likes hot girls."

He also described it casually, "It must be beautiful blond hair, slender waist and long legs, and the smile is sweet enough and not vulgar. It's a pity that you don't have any of them—" The word satisfaction was not uttered Stuck in Tony's throat, this brilliant billionaire looked at the other side with a sip of tea choking in his throat, coughing and widening his eyes, it was as if he saw Loki hugging Thor and shouting sweetly elder brother.

Even scarier.

"Is it okay now?" Chris fiddled with the golden curly hair beside his ears calmly, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes showed all kinds of amorous feelings, even Tony who watched how Chris turned into a living person with his own eyes. He has to admit that this appearance is really the only enchanting and charming one he has ever seen in his life. His eyes are like sparrow feathers, and they seem to attract thousands of stars in a blink of an eye. His arms were resting on the table and his long legs were hooked so that his mouth was parched, almost full of sensuality exuded from his bones, but there was no vulgarity at all, even if he looked at him with clear eyes, With just the right amount of elegance and demure.

"...Wow." Tony froze for a while with a rare face, and then stammered out a tone, "Wow... I thought you were male."

"Would you like to check it out?" In fact, he just tagged the closet and searched for keywords. He casually mixed and matched a suit of clothes that could be seen. The sultry aroma of her fingertips is captivating, and the casual tone is the same as when she said you can't afford it, but Tony is inexplicably ignited.

The playboy who used to be so romantic that he slept with all the magazine girls was silent for half a second in front of the peerless stunner who was so hot that he could drive the whole Hollywood crazy, and then he smiled sweetly and grabbed Chris' wrist—he had to Said the skin feels too good to be true, "If you don't mind I'm happy to oblige, sweetheart."

The goddamn shopping store has eaten up and flirted, and he can still admit defeat?He is Stark!Stark who can dominate the headlines of the entertainment edition for half a year and squeeze Wayne next door into tofu cubes!

Everyone loves Stark!

Tony, who ignited his fighting spirit in a strange place, recited the last sweetheart like a couple in love with each other. The soft and entangled tongue from the tip of the tongue is like a silent kiss. The strong and passionate male hormones are like a flame to fight against Chris. It's a pity that the eyes of each other ignited not love but fighting spirit. Chris simply stepped over the table and sat directly on Tony's lap, pressing him hard on the back of the sofa chair and leaning over to kiss him. He whispered wetly in his ear, "Did no one tell you about playing with fire, babyboy?"

His plump red lips curved wantonly and insolently, and the corners of his seductive eyes were hot and crazy, revealing an itchy waste, even if he was kneeling on Tony's lap, he would look like a high-ranking king.

"I'll give you the same thing." Tony put his arms around Chris's waist—the waist was so thin that he could hold it with one hand—fingertips ran across the beautiful long golden hair, and picked up a strand of light. Kiss, the slightly raised eyes are just rightly hot and sensual.

They leaned almost skin-to-skin, burning the air hotter than magma in the narrow space of the single sofa, burning out the sexual tension that made people blush.

The air is so sticky that it seems that even time has been stuck here, unable to move, until the store door is slammed open, and the wind flowing in from the outside world loosens the tense atmosphere that is close to breaking.

"Chris, I'm here..." Peter's elated smile twisted and froze on his face, staring blankly at the two Siamese twins on the sofa until the blond woman raised a strand of blond hair to face him. He smiled frivolously, and jumped up like a dream, "I still have something to do!!!!" He turned around and ran out as if he was on fire, and fell face down when he was tripped by the threshold.

"Pfft——" Tony couldn't help laughing loudly, leaning on the back of the sofa, tears were about to come out, Chris shook his head, emptied his clothes, turned over and sat on the sofa next to Tony, raised his legs and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I still There's a nice whiskey, would you like to try it?"

"How about adding some tequila?" Tony shook the teacup and held it up. "This is really too light."

"Then we may have to make another appointment." Chris shrugged and stood up, "I have to comfort poor little Peter first."