【Iron Bug】Forget–me–not

Tony was very happy with living in Peter's cave.

The boy is smart and optimistic, and has many advantages that today's impetuous young boys do not have.He is well-behaved, although he is a bit talkative - but whenever Tony needs to rest, he will sit there obediently and quietly tinker with his own affairs without saying a word.

The years and the loneliness of wandering in outer space are like fine sand with sharp metal particles, and small stones with sharp corners have become smooth and round.

This little guy grew up alone on this deserted little star with his excellent will and intelligence. Instead of being depressed, he became more pure and lovely, full of hope for life.

This is also a very good growth.

Tony looked at Peter, who was testing the newly collected plants, and changed the gauze on his left arm, probably because of nutrition and acclimatization, his arm has not been in good condition.

He's lying on the couch, which Tony enjoys more than Peter anyway - got it from the Iron-man.

He's a little tired now, high-spirited but hard to turn.It is exhausting to study the communication equipment on the two spaceships without closing his eyes for several days. Although it is not uncommon for him to have no assistants--but it is difficult to move one arm and there are almost no handy tools and stable energy sources. one time.

It's almost like turning into a gorilla.

His mind was very fuzzy right now but he couldn't sleep, so he could only lie down and catch his breath. Peter is cooking fish soup in the kitchen area on one side. There are many fish with transparent bodies and hard bone plates and fins swimming in the small lakes of this planet. The boy named them "primitive fish".They do look like a prehistoric species, and they don't look like a match for the patches of angiosperms here.

Fortunately, the taste is still very good.

Peter was tinkling about in the kitchen area of ​​the cave, cooking soup in a pot that turned out to be the base of a concave gauge.The "Forget-me-not in space" by the lake has fat tubers, soft and sticky, and tastes a bit like potatoes-Peter said that he has used this thing as his staple food for three years.

"This flower is really useful." He cut the peeled root into small pieces with a knife, and the knife collided with the purple chopping board to create a charming sense of home: "Its flowers have a wonderful Aroma. To be honest, I can't cook at all on this earth, but three years is a long time! Always looking for something to do."

Tony didn't answer, he changed his position and leaned on the arm of the sofa to watch Peter prepare dinner.

The splicing energy-saving lamps that were reassembled from the fragments of solar panels were used in the cave, which were dismantled from the "Spider-man", emitting orange-red light, which is warm and charming.

The water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling.He lit the fire with purple wood from this planet, and curls of steam and smoke rose upward and escaped through the vent hole the boy had made.

Peter tossed the tubers into the pot to cook with the fish, and sprinkled in a generous handful of purple space forget-me-nots at just the right moment.He stood by the dark green mud stove and waited for the soup to finish. In the gentle orange and hazy smoke, the boy's side face was clearly defined but his eyebrows were blurred. His back was straight and his curly hair was fluffy. Covered with a layer of broken gold.

Tony never imagined that he would experience the feeling of home on the little green star 500 million light-years away from the earth.

There are not many people, no big dinners, champagne and no gentlemen and ladies, simple food, exhaustion from work, tranquility in getting along...ordinary love.

what the hell? !

He waved his hand to shake away the horrible thought just now.

Fuck ordinary love, Tony felt something was very wrong.He didn't know why his train of thought suddenly turned into a place he shouldn't have entered. The big boy in front of him had just grown up and was using a small spoon to taste some soup.The rich soup sticks to his lips like plump flower petals with water.

Something seems even more wrong!

Tony Stark tried not to think about it, he closed his eyes and listened to Peter pour the soup into the bowl.

"Mr. Star, I think you should have something to eat." Peter put the soup on the table, and Tony was disturbed by staying up late and working like a spin.

He was really worried about Tony's body: "Perhaps, you have to eat some... well, I mean this way you can work with more strength, I don't want to disturb your rest... sorry..."

Tony had opened his eyes while Peter was talking, amused by the boy rubbing his fingers awkwardly.

He didn't want to think about those feelings and love anymore - at this moment, he just wanted to take good care of this boy, in whatever way he wanted.

Because at this time, they only have each other.

"Okay kid, there are not so many 'sorry'." Tony stood up from the sofa and patted Peter on the shoulder: "You guys should be fearless, and there are only two of us in this damn place, we don't need any honorifics, Makes me look like some old dryad seer."

The corners of Peter's mouth collapsed, but he still couldn't help showing a smile: "No, sir, I'm not as obedient as you look. The honorifics are because of elders and respect, but to be honest, I would like to be your year-end friend. I I mean if I'm worthy..."

You really should add boy, kid before friend.

A word popped out of Tony's mind, and he covered his sudden stiff expression with a fist on his lips before telling the boy that of course he deserved it.

Although in a certain period of time this was a joke that could be made to many people, but at this moment he felt extremely guilty.

Together they ate the fish soup made by Peter, which was plain but with a natural mellow aroma.For the first few days they'd be out grilling fish, but that was stopped by the boy's wide, non-negotiable eyes after the gash on Tony's arm lingered.

"Mr. Stark, don't you really feel tired?" Peter walked over to Tony to help him.After this meal, Tony quickly returned to the workbench to continue working. They had to create a new communicator to contact Thor in Asgard.

Peter is a very good assistant. He can understand a little bit for children, and his calculation ability is as precise and fast as a machine-it is almost like a natural technician. Tony watched his kid perfectly install a small accessory on the semi-finished communicator: "Nicework, kid. It's much better with your help."

The boy looked very happy and rubbed his hands together.

"If there is even a complete fragment of a supporter left, we can save a meal of purple fish soup baby paste." Tony continued: "It is too much trouble to make a computer."

Peter lowered his head, as if struggling with something: "We'll find a way, sir. I think so."

"Of course, kid. After all, Tony Stark is here. Anyway, we won't wait too long." Tony doesn't really care much, for him, having a helper robot with an electronic chip can make the job easier, but for now Nothing bad.

He quite enjoys life here.

"I believe in you." Peter seemed to be thinking about something else. He didn't speak for a while and then suddenly changed the topic: "Mr. ?A little relaxation would be good for sleep."

Tony didn't want to refuse the invitation from Peter: "Of course, it's kind of romantic, isn't it? I'm very happy."

This little star has two satellites, so there are two bright "moons" in the night.

They glow softly, like two peach-red and emerald-green round lights floating on a deep gem-laden sea.

The two lay down on the lawn at the entrance of the cave, Tony supporting his upper body on his right arm and Peter lying flat beside him.They are very close, like a couple.

"When I first came here, I was really not used to it." Peter said suddenly: "The time of not getting used to it lasted for a very long time, until Uncle Ben left for a long time.

"During that time I would push myself and try not to show my bad emotions. But it didn't work out, I wasn't strong enough - then I thought, if only I could be like Tony Stark. I didn't use it With all my strength, I did not take up my responsibility..."

"It's not your fault kid." Tony sat up and patted Peter's head: "You've done your best."

Peter seemed to rub against the palm of Tony's hand, and the man felt a fluffy touch coming from his palm, as if he was stroking a wronged little puppy.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..." Peter murmured, "I could have...I..."

The boy seemed about to cry, but he didn't.

He took his arms away and stared straight at the stars.A pair of beautiful eyes reflected the dark night, the pink and emerald moon and the stars all over the sky, bright and sweet.

There wasn't a speck of moisture in it, but Tony could read the sadness that was as transparent and poignant as a shattered crystal.

"I know how you feel, kid." The parents, Cap, Pepper, Yinsen and other faces popped up in Tony's mind.He understood Peter, but Tony really didn't know how to comfort this young adult when he couldn't convince himself.

His best, most needy three years had been spent alone on a desolate star--he had come through it, and was as pure as a child.

This child is a treasure given to him by the universe.He wants to do something, at least teach him, help him, and give him the care and love he deserves.Love him, whether it is family affection or anything else.

None of this matters now.

He is going to take this child away.The intensity of the thought climbed to another level.

Because this world is too good, the boy's talent should not be buried in this place.

"Don't be sad kid, don't be sad..." Tony stroked the boy's forehead hair: "Remember, we always encounter too many things, sometimes if it doesn't work, then do something else to make up for him-I mean , do something else that will make you feel at ease."

"I know, Mr. Stark." Peter reached out and took Tony's fingertips on his head. Thirty-six point seven degrees Celsius, he thought.

"I'm a little homesick. This place with twenty hours a day and no four seasons really doesn't feel like my home."

"We'll go home." Tony lay down next to Peter: "Twenty-five million light-years is really nothing, we're still alive anyway, aren't we? On Earth right now, every second person can run around the streets. "

Peter laughed and moved closer to Tony.

Tony stroked his head.