Everyday life at Midtown High School

After the Battle of New York, the Avengers battle became famous.

The media immediately started various reports, explanations and gossip about the heroes like a carnival;

The government has also begun to stand up and send some experts and scholars to analyze the far-reaching impact of this incident on the earth and the entire world from an official standpoint, and to discuss what attitude should be used to treat those group of outstanding (uncontrollable) people Superheroes?

For a while, all kinds of opinions on the Internet seemed to be blowing out, no matter what kind of arguments they were, there were everything.

Some support it, some oppose it, and some just watch it.

It can only be said that the 21st century has become an era of 'entertainment to death'.

No matter how serious it is, everyone can express it in a joking and joking way to entertain the public. Even a group of superheroes who have just saved the earth will inevitably be used for casual jokes.

And these ups and downs, the group of superheroes who disappeared as soon as the battle was over didn't care much.

They believed that they just did what they should or wanted to do, and the post-war issues were out of their hands.

On the night of the battle, following Tony's wishes, they went to the Arabic barbecue restaurant two streets away from the battlefield.

But in the barbecue restaurant, everyone was so tired that they couldn't even say a word, they just chewed food silently and mechanically to supplement the excessive physical strength.

Halfway through the meal, a text message alert on Steve's phone rang.

With difficulty, he pulled the phone out of the old-fashioned jacket beside him, turned on the screen, and found the new message in the inbox.

Natasha glanced over and asked hoarsely, "Girlfriend?"

Maybe because he heard someone talking, Dr. Banner raised his head subconsciously, glanced at her, and lowered his head again.

"No." Steve replied, "A friend."

"A friend! A friend!" repeated Natasha with a half-smile.

Sol also raised his head, and gave a simple compliment that didn't fit the topic: "The communication equipment in the atrium is quite wonderful."

Tony was biting the hamburger, with a tired look on his face, and he didn't intend to speak; Hawkeye's face was full of bitterness and hatred, and he ate and ate expressionlessly the whole time.

Steve smiled, bowed his head and opened the new message of condolences from Pooh:

[Hey, Steve!How is your crew doing?Are the colleagues around you friendly?How is the filming going?Have you met any big stars?If so, be sure to seize the opportunity to ask for a few more autographs! ]

[Generally acceptable. ]

Since the US team uniform has a helmet, Steve, who has not revealed his appearance yet and does not plan to reveal it at the moment, slowly presses the letters with his fingers, and replies in detail word by word: [The director likes to pretend to be mysterious, He always made some small moves without telling us, and in the end, something went wrong; although the people around him were all good people, they were full of personality and difficult to get along with, and they quarreled several times before the official start of work; I didn’t know the progress of the shooting. It's still not good. In short, everyone has been busy all the time, and they are all exhausted. Now... they have planned to break up after a meal; the big star didn't see it, but there is a colleague who looks very similar to the one you sent The photo I saw...is Robert Downey Jr. playing Sherlock Holmes in the movie you like.Do you want his autograph? ]

Looking at the long reply letter, Pooh suddenly felt sorry for Steve.

The director was unreliable and seemed to have his own plans; colleagues quarreled and had conflicts every day, and it was too late to start filming;Can this spicy chicken crew still get paid?

And, most importantly, the entire crew is actually full of newcomers?Don't even have a decent star?

What does it mean to have a colleague who looks like the big star Robert Downey Jr.!It looks like it's useful!How the hell do I look like Iron Man!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt sad for Steve, and Pooh expressed tactfully: [I really can't stay any longer, so come back quickly, I'll treat you to dinner. ]

Steve wanted to laugh inexplicably, and he felt a little relieved from his heavy heart because of the battle in New York.

He flicked the screen lightly with his finger, once again strengthening his inner belief.Because all the hard fighting and sacrifices are just for ordinary people like Pooh to live in this world carefree, simple and happy.

"Today, I have the honor to fight side by side with the warriors of the courtyard. I should drink fine wine and congratulate you on this great victory."

Sol held up a glass of juice and suddenly proposed.

Everyone looked at him blankly.

In the end, Natasha, who was very good at being a man, cooperatively raised the cup first, and did not forget to kick Hawkeye under the table.

Hawkeye then reluctantly raised his glass.

Then, the captain and Dr. Banner also picked up the cup with a good-natured smile.

Sol laughed happily.

"Go to my place another day. I have a whole cabinet of fine wine." Tony also took the cups, but he stood up and touched them one by one. Then, after taking a casual sip, he put the cups on the table .

"Okay, that's it, see you another day. Besides, I don't like old-fashioned farewells." He stood up while talking, and when he walked around the captain, he patted his shoulder and said frivolously: "I have to admit , Captain. Apart from your circus uniform, you are actually not bad.”

Steve shook his head helplessly at his behavior.

Tony stood in front of the cash register, took a few pieces of cash from his wallet to pay the bill, and then leaned against the counter, waiting for the cashier to give him the change: "I plan to renovate the Stark Tower and reserve a room for you all..."

Sol and the others clinked glasses with each other, and the others took a sip before putting down their glasses.

Only Sol drank it down, threw the cup to the ground with a 'bang', smashed it into pieces, and shouted boldly: "another!"

"Hi!" the cashier couldn't help shouting.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Tony looked as usual, and he simply stuffed the entire wallet directly to him, and continued: "The big blond man said another, please give him another drink... Well, how many drinks does he want, how many drinks do you give, and there is not enough cash , you swipe your card yourself. Where did I just say? Oh, yes, I will reserve a room for each of you. When you are free, you can come and live... Yes, doctor, you have no place to go? Then live directly Come in, there is a whole floor opened up, you can use it for experiments and research, you will like it. I also want to change the name of the building to the Avengers Building, what do you think? Forget it, don’t ask you, I have decided gone."

Steve couldn't help it for a moment, and burst out laughing.

"You can smile more, Captain."

Pointing at him, Tony yelled, "This will make you look more attractive, although still not as attractive as me."

the next day,

"My cheap son has really bad taste."

Tony complained to Pep casually: "I just found out today that he is actually the branch president of the Captain America Fan Club."

Because of the battle in New York, he was too worried about Tony's situation, and he couldn't care less about getting angry. Pep, who hurried back by plane, replied with a smile, "It's quite normal, and I think the captain is a good guy."

"Don't tell me, you like him too!"

Tony frowned and asked, "Are your aesthetics still stuck in the last century?"

"Come on, Tony. Who doesn't like a captain in America? And..."

Pep said helplessly: "Are you going to have a heated discussion with me like a child, who is stronger, Iron Man or Captain America?"

"Why not?" Tony asked stiffly.

Pep came over, straightened his tie, and whispered, "Don't be stupid, have you forgotten what you're going to do today?"

"Yeah, I haven't forgotten. I'm going to get my son back...but this question is also very important. If my son doesn't worship me..."

"That doesn't prevent him from being your son."

"But if he adores me, maybe I don't have to think about it too much. Because, as soon as I make my debut in armor, he will immediately and willingly throw himself into my arms and shout... Dad, I love you .”

"He doesn't have to worship you, he can also shout 'Dad, I love you' to you. The premise is that you have to look like a father."

"Well... well, what does it look like to be a father? I have no experience in this area. However, I don't think I need to learn from others, anyway, I am the best at what I do. So, of course I have the appearance of being a father." Tony Talking to himself.

Then, he turned around, looked in the mirror, pointed to himself in the mirror, and shouted deliberately, "Look, look, from head to toe, from inside to outside, this is the most handsome and most handsome man in the world." Smart dad!"

Pep couldn't help but laugh at him.

"...Aren't you angry?" Tony stared deeply at Pep's smiling face in the mirror, and suddenly turned around and asked.

"Please, never get angry with you, Tony." Pep replied with a sigh, hugging the suit jacket he was about to wear.

"Uh...then do you mind, I told him...I told him for a while, I introduced you to him..."

"Sorry, Tony." Pep replied hesitantly, "I'm not ready for this."

"Okay, let's take our time."

Tony was a little disappointed, but he still promised understandingly: "Look, I have two relatives now, Pep. I will learn to be good, and I will try my best not to make you angry again, this time I promise."

Pep smiled, but didn't answer.

When Pooh received Tony's text message, he was in a bad mood.

He nervously repeated to Harry: "He wrote in the message 'I will pick you up after school, I have something important to tell you'! Important thing, my God, Harry! He must Tell me, what do I do? What do I do? That's Iron Man!"

"I'll accompany you." Harry was also a little flustered.

However, he still mustered up the courage to say: "Don't worry, no matter what, Pooh, I'm here."

"Superheroes should still make sense, right?"

Holding the phone, Pooh said to himself, "You can't force things like love!"

"No one can force you!"

Harry said seriously, "I swear."

When school was over in the afternoon, he began to look stern, keeping close to Pooh.

In a trance, Pooh seemed to remember that he suddenly ran to the bodyguard of Osborne's house at noon and said something, and then he carried something shaped like a gun in his pocket...

'It must be a mistake! '

Pooh patted his head, feeling that he was going to hallucinate from nervousness: "Impossible, Harry looks very powerful, but he is actually very soft-tempered and not violent at all. When he was a child, he couldn't even kill a bug." '

Harry, who was very soft-tempered, took advantage of the time to go to the bathroom and practiced how to quickly draw out the gun again.

"If it's a date, Stark probably won't come wearing armor." He thought quietly: "Anyway, it's just to scare him and show his attitude."

So, after school, when Tony came to pick Pooh up, he had to bring Harry, who insisted on following him, along with him.

Then, the three sat in an upscale restaurant in a strange atmosphere, and no one spoke.

Tony, the self-proclaimed elder, struggled for a few seconds before speaking first.

His tone was rare and gentle: "Actually, Pooh, there is one thing that I should have told you a long time ago, but adults always think about more things, and have not said it for a long time... I hope you can understand."

Pooh opened his eyes wide, with an extremely sincere expression: "Uh...of course."

At the same time, he said silently in his heart: 'You can keep thinking about it, you never need to say it, really. '

"But the previous things, aliens, New York... you know."

Tony looked a little unnatural, but he still insisted: "When a person is dying, he will always think of some regrets that have not been completed. Only then will you realize that no matter how many things you need to consider, some things cannot be solved. Delayed. Because, we never know, whether life will suddenly stop at the next moment."

"Actually... sometimes regret is also a kind of beauty."

Pooh said embarrassingly: "No matter how hard you try, you can't leave regrets, Mr. Stark. This... I think, sometimes, you really don't need to care so much, it's enough to cherish what you have."

"After this incident, I want to do my best to make up for the regrets that can be made up." Tony said simply.

Then, he stretched out his hand, tried to imitate some kind elders, put his hand on the back of Pooh's hand, adjusted his facial expression, tried to smile amiably, and said in a somewhat disturbed tone: "I want to tell you, Pooh..."

"I refuse!" Pooh jerked his hand back, standing up and shouting.

"Give up!" Harry drew his gun angrily, "He will only be with me."

However, the imagined 'I love you' confession never came.

In a daze, Tony finished the planned lines blankly: "I am your father!"