Everyday life at Midtown High School

"Say it again, please?"

Steve rubbed his ears suspiciously, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, that he had some kind of auditory hallucination caused by sleeping for 70 years.

"Okay, let me say it again."

Due to the need for others, Tony repeated it patiently: "You like me..."

"Uh... sorry, Tony. We don't like each other, do we?"

Steve expressed implicitly: "I remember that not long ago, we were still aboard the Aegis mothership, arguing about our completely different ideas."

"Pretend! Pretend to like it!"

Tony yelled, "Besides, we didn't quarrel too much on the Aegis Mothership before. It was you, an old bastard, who unilaterally targeted and provoked me!"

"I do have a little misunderstanding about you, but it's not provocative. In other words, your unscrupulous attitude is the cause of all contradictions."

"My attitude? Ha, a guy who puts on a circus uniform and thinks he can command everyone, and starts to question my attitude? My attitude couldn't be more correct! Don't you think, I have to be like a circus Is it right for you to do somersaults obediently as long as you give a password?"

"So, according to you, I look a lot like a circus monkey trainer?"

Steve asked sharply.

Then, without waiting for Tony to talk back, he continued to say seriously: "Listen, Tony! If my previous misunderstanding hurt you, I apologize. But this is not an excuse for you to stick up your spines like a hedgehog. .After that time in New York, everyone saw your courage, including me..."

"Come on!"

Tony turned his head away in a concealed manner, and said vaguely: "Of all of them, I don't want to be judged by you, Captain."

"It's not judgmental, it's just normal conversation," Steve explained gently.

Tony sneered.

Steve watched him very forbearingly, and said slowly, "We all have our flaws, Tony."

"What? Do you have one too? I always thought you were a saint."

Steve replied calmly and calmly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm just an ordinary person. Also, do I need to remind you? Tony, you're digressing."

"Damn it! You insisted on arguing with me!"

"I quarreled with you?"

Tony ignored him and continued: "In short, you pretended to love me very, very much. No matter how much I dislike you, you still like me very much... Or, you love me, the one-sided kind."

Steve looked confused: "Wait, why am I pretending like this? Leaving aside the question of whether I like it or not, the key is, 'You don't like me, why should I continue to like you? And... Desperately love You?' What the hell are you talking about?"

Tony showed a depressed expression: "My son likes you."

"Uh... oh, thank you." Steve didn't know how to answer, so he smiled politely.

"What are you laughing at? Are you proud?"

Tony immediately pointed to him and asked.

"Just being polite."

Steve explained wordlessly.

After Tony gave him a suspicious look, he continued to reply, "So, to prove that I am a very powerful and attractive father..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Steve looked at him incomprehensibly: "Being liked by someone your son likes proves that you are very powerful and attractive? Are you sure you didn't piss your son off?"

Tony squinted those big eyes and looked at each other mockingly: "A person like you who has no son will not understand this kind of emotion. In the eyes of a son, a father is omnipotent. So, being a successful father If he did what he couldn't do, he would definitely admire him, and from then on he regarded his father as his goal of longing and learning, and regarded every word his father said as a wise saying."

Your Stark's father must be different from my family's father...

Steve was dumbfounded.

What kind of ridiculous theory is this?

Finally, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "So, how many girlfriends did Howard steal from you?"

Tony stared at him without saying a word.

So angry.

It's really annoying to have a colleague who knows your late father and still puts on an expression of "I know your father very well" from time to time.

But Stark always has a way to get the result he wants.

When Tony calmly offered a series of benefits such as 'I can donate a large amount of money to the veterans who have recently been poisoned by regeneration potions, and at the same time, I can also hire some professionals, train them, and assist them in reemployment after leaving the army' After condition...

Steve reluctantly agreed.

"Very good." Tony said triumphantly, "Remember to pretend a little bit."

Steve clenched his fists, looked at his appearance of needing to be beaten, resisted the difficulty of not going up to punch him, gritted his teeth and replied: "It's really difficult..."

Leaving aside their inexplicable agreement for now.

As time went by, all the Avengers began to settle in the Avengers Building one after another.

At this stage, Pooh has been very excited.

In order to show his best side when meeting Captain America, he specially put on new clothes, and even went to perm his hair, making him look fashionable and energetic.

Then, after Hawkeye, he encountered a second Avenger who had already taken up residence in the mansion - Dr. Hulk Banner.

This doctor was actually the first to settle in.

After the Battle of New York, he was recruited into Stark Enterprises by Tony.But a while ago, he committed the common problem of all tech geeks, hiding in the laboratory, researching something day and night.

At present, it is probably when the experiment is over, or it has come to an end, so I come out to hang around.

It happened to be in the morning when he came out.

Hungry due to sleepless research.

He opened the refrigerator with a face of sleepwalking, trying to find fast food to appease his clamoring stomach.

However, unfortunately... since Pooh lived here, all the fast food and unnutritious fast food in the refrigerator have long been thrown out.

So, the doctor looked at the empty refrigerator silently, his face turned green with hunger.

At this moment, Pooh poked his head out from the kitchen, glanced at him curiously, and then retracted.

Two minutes later, he came out of the kitchen and handed the doctor a whole plate of bread.

"Uh, thank you, I'm actually not hungry yet." Dr. Banner, who seemed particularly embarrassed when meeting strangers, said politely.

But unfortunately, his stomach was very dissatisfied with this endless abuse, and immediately let out a reckless grunt in protest, which made him immediately show a look of embarrassment.

"Well, you're not hungry."

Pooh smiled and said understandingly: "But you can eat a little if you are not hungry. I learned to make bread by hand. It should be more delicious than machine-made. There are also various jams and ham on the table. If you like For chocolate sauce, or other flavors, you can open the cabinet over there."

"Thank you," Dr. Banner repeated.

Then, he hesitated and asked, "Excuse me...are you?"

"You can call me Pooh, well... Tony is my father," Pooh replied.

"He has a son? Sorry, no offense, I'm just surprised. Because he doesn't look like he's married…" Dr. Banner said nervously, pushing his glasses back and forth.

"Well, he's not married."

Pooh scratched his head and said, "Actually, I still don't know how he got together with my mother. He himself forgot."

Dr. Banner didn't know what to say, forced a smile, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know.".

However, this seemingly gentle and refined man, because the Hulk in his body, is very careful when he even speaks, so even when he smiles, he can still see the unresolved sadness between his brows.

"It's nothing. I was no less surprised than you when I first found out."

Pooh smiled nonchalantly and said, "Doctor, I want to fry another egg, do you want to have one too?"

"If it doesn't bother you." The doctor replied gently.

Compared with Tony, who can order food randomly, such a good-tempered doctor immediately won Pooh's favor.

So, he showed another big smile towards the other party. The sun shone in through the glass at the other end of the kitchen and shone on his face, even the smile had a warm feeling.

Touched by this long-lost family feeling, Dr. Banner couldn't help but stare at him for a while.

But soon, he came back to his senses, lowered his head again, and buried himself in the shadows.

Pooh fried the egg skillfully, sat opposite him, and ate it with a fork, while asking curiously, "Talk about anything, doctor."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Dr. Banner said hesitantly, "I'm not very good at chatting."

"Then... I don't know if I can ask you. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer."

Pooh blinked his big eyes, and asked nervously but excitedly in a low voice, "If you don't offend me, are you really going to turn green at any time?"

"Your father asked me similar questions like you." Dr. Banner couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Then, he couldn't help lowering his head and looked at a bracelet on his wrist. There was a small screen on it, which kept recording various data such as his breathing rate and heartbeat.

This was specially prepared by Tony for him, turning his physical condition into data, so that it would be convenient to adjust and solve it in time if any abnormal numbers appeared.

"It's not at any time, I have good emotional control."

The doctor simply replied.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the bread, and said with a wry smile, "After all, since I promised your father to come here, I still have at least some control, otherwise, it would be a disaster."

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Pooh immediately realized that his curiosity might be a bit inappropriate.

The Avenger, known as the "Hulk" by the outside world, was obviously not very happy about his transformation into the Hulk.

Although in the eyes of most unrelated people, a giant who can tear down tall buildings and almost stand upright is cool, but from my own point of view, no one likes to be treated as a monster all day long.

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

Pooh sincerely apologized and said, "I shouldn't have asked you so impolitely."

In exchange for this, the doctor raised his eyes again: "In this regard, you are not quite like your father."

He pushed his glasses, smiled gracefully, with a rare joy, and teased gently: "He doesn't like apologizing very much, and occasionally he apologizes, and it sounds insincere."

"He's just a little awkward."

Pooh couldn't help but argue immediately: "Actions are sometimes more useful than words, although he will suffer a lot if he does this."

"Don't worry, yes, yes, I know."

Dr. Banner couldn't help showing a faint smile, looking at him gently.

Pooh couldn't help showing a slightly surprised expression.

Before that, he had been standing on the sidelines of the onlookers, and he really couldn't imagine that the Hulk, who was as tall as a few dozen stories of buildings, was actually such an introverted, clumsy and good-natured guy before his transformation.

"...I heard that you used to be a Ph.D. in nuclear physics?" Pooh thought for a while, and changed the subject a little bit embarrassed.

He also took the opportunity to ask for advice: "Later, if you are free, can you explain a few simple physics problems to me?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

Dr. Banner asked in surprise.

Then, he realized that there was ambiguity in the words, so he hurriedly added an explanation: "Uh, I mean, of course you can. But your father is also good at these..."

"I don't really want to ask him."

It was difficult for Pooh to explain the complicated mood of 'I want my father to be proud of me', but I didn't want 'to let him find out that I'm so stupid', so I could only simply say in a low voice and a little embarrassed: "He will laugh at me."

"He won't," Dr. Banner reassured.

But he couldn't help flashing a flash of surprise in his eyes.

This is so familiar!

He stared at Pooh with a slight smile, as if he had suddenly returned to the time before Hulk appeared.

At that time, he was still in university, an honest professor who occasionally led students to do research.Therefore, I often look at those young students every day, they are young and immature, and they are easy to deal with the surrounding things emotionally.

"No father really laughs at his own children," said Dr. Banner gently.

Then, to Pooh's expectant gaze, he added softly, "However, I'm glad I could help you."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

Pooh jumped up happily.

He quickly ran to his room, and quickly ran back with a schoolbag in his arms, frantically taking out his textbooks.

"Slow down, I won't go, don't worry."

Dr. Banner looked at his anxious look with amused expression. At this time, because of his too much movement, a piece of paper in his schoolbag fell to the ground.

The doctor bent down and picked up the paper.

"Huh?" He looked at the head portrait of the man on the paper in surprise: "Qinge Gray?"

"Do you know Professor Qin?"

Pooh looked over and explained casually: "She just came to our school a while ago, and she is going to open a new course in the school. This is the course introduction issued by the school. I haven't had time to read it yet."

"I was in Las Vegas and met her and her friends..."

Dr. Banner replied tactfully.

Then, he lowered his head, murmured softly to himself with a thoughtful face, "It's a bit strange, for some reason, they don't always go out casually."