Everyday life at Midtown High School

Pooh decided to believe Gwen's words, "Your father, maybe he just wanted you to accompany him. In order to avoid embarrassment, he chose to ask you to help take pictures."

As for the reason to believe.

Of course it's because...

'It's a real possibility that my stupid dad did something like that.Because, he always doesn't know how to express his feelings, and he is always so frank, plus duplicity.Of course, the most important reason is that I am a good son, and he loves me so much, relies on me, and cannot leave me.So, it's normal for him to want to do this! '

Pooh thought very confidently.

So, when Tony walked in briskly with his hands in his suit pockets, he saw Pooh jumping off the sofa suddenly, looking like he had been waiting for him for a long time, and running towards him enthusiastically Come over and ask earnestly, "Tony, do you still need to take pictures today?"

"Photograph?"

Tony stopped subconsciously and looked at him suspiciously: "Don't you like it?"

"Do I have one?" Pooh asked.

"You have." Tony replied with great certainty: "Yesterday afternoon, from the moment you started taking pictures, you put on an unhappy expression of 'I've been cheated'. Then, the whole process of you taking pictures of me , are very absent-minded."

"Sorry, but I've changed my mind now, I want to take pictures for you, seriously."

Pooh said quickly and earnestly, "This time, you can take as many pictures as you want."

Tony blinked, with a dubious expression.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bear it when he met his son's expectant eyes.

You know, the photoshoot incident yesterday afternoon was obviously not as beautiful as Pooh and Gwen imagined.

It was purely his own occasional whim that it would be a little more interesting to find a human being instead of having a machine taking pictures of himself all day and night.

As for that, Pooh doesn't seem too happy about the issue.

My God, does a son still care about the few hours he spends with his empty-nester father?

However, this is definitely a wrong decision.

Because the level of Pooh's photography is really not flattering.

In addition to the occasional shaking of the hand, resulting in blurred photos, he never knows how to choose the best angle to shoot like Jarvis, but takes random shots.

The result is: he took pictures of his father, Iron Man, with short legs.

'I was still wearing armor!Still wearing armor! '

'When I was wearing armor, I was two meters tall!Two meters high! '

Tony screamed inwardly.

"What kind of mysterious method is this, so that it can take a real person's 1.5 meters to [-] meters!"

God knows how sad and indignant Tony felt when he saw Pooh's achievements.

Fortunately, only that one time.

After Tony was heartbroken and decided not to take pictures with him in the future... a strange thing happened.

Yesterday afternoon, I was still a person who was "unhappy and unwilling, even taking a picture too much".

Now I suddenly came over with the camera in my hand and said, 'I'm very happy, very willing, you can take as many pictures as you want'?

"I see, you must want to take ugly photos of me!"

After thinking about it, Tony asserted shrewdly and vigilantly.

Then, he straightened his face: "No! I won't be fooled! Don't even think about it!

Heck!

Pooh was speechless.My father not only has a low EQ, but also always likes to be more alert and pretends to be smart in inexplicable situations, which is really annoying.

"I promise to make you handsome!" Pooh patted his chest angrily, and promised, "I mean what I say."

"I still don't believe it, why are you crazy? This doesn't look like you anymore..." Tony still felt very strange.

"Not like me? In your eyes, what should I look like?" Pooh couldn't help asking curiously.

"Well... there used to be a cat cafe downstairs from the office building of the Stark Industries Group. When I was young, I would occasionally go there to have a drink, and then, look at those furball cats, they He is very enthusiastic about me. However, one day, I suddenly discovered that when I have no food in my hands, those hairballs will never come near me." Tony said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Hey!"

Pooh yelled out, "How can I be like this?"

"Don't mind, just kidding! Although you are a heartless brat, I won't be angry with you."

Tony explained solemnly: "Who told me to be your father?"

If he hadn't noticed the smirk in Tony's eyes, Pooh would have almost thought that he was really dissatisfied with himself for a long time.

But thinking about it carefully, in the recent period of time, I seem to have really neglected the communication with Tony...

"I'm sorry, Tony." Pooh apologized earnestly.

He said sincerely and apologetically, "I really should spend more time with you, Dad."

"Hi honey, I'm not complaining, just chatting."

Tony couldn't help scratching his hair, feeling uncomfortable with Pooh's serious tone.

Pooh smiled back at him.

After a while, Tony heard himself reply in a tone that seemed indifferent: "You can think what you want."

But the next moment, he became annoyed.

' Doesn't that sound a little too cold? '

He pondered in this way anxiously in his heart, until he found that Pooh didn't show any displeasure, and then he returned to his previous expression.

Pooh leaned against him, hugging his arm affectionately.

This made him not used to it, because it had been many years, even his girlfriend, had never been in such close contact with him.

"I want to take a picture with you, Tony!"

Pooh whispered in his ear: "This time, I don't want to see you looking handsome alone! I want to take a photo with you, father and son. In fact, according to normal family procedures, you still owe me a lot of money." Take a family photo, but that's a bit difficult. Now, let's take a group photo first!"

"Group photo? If you're not afraid of being undershadowed, then I have no problem."

Tony joked.

Then, they started taking pictures.

Tony directed a robotic arm to take a group photo of the two of them.

This time, they took a few shots in many places in the Avengers Building, but it was no longer just a photo of Tony playing cool.

Pooh stood with him, hugging his arms intimately, smiling together on two similarly contoured faces, with big brown eyes shining brightly at the camera.

That night, Tony was in a daze with a photo frame next to the bed.

In the photo frame, his father Howard's expression still retains the old-fashioned and stern expression, but his eyes are soft, and as for Maria, he always smiles softly; and the young and energetic himself seems a little bit Unhappy, pouted, and stood there reluctantly.

A complete family of three...

He looked at it sadly for a long time.

Finally, I carefully took the photo down, took out a photo album from the drawer, and carefully put it in again.

Immediately afterwards, he picked out the best photo of himself and Pooh, inserted it into the frame, and placed it on the bedside again.

After looking at it quietly for a while.

He joked again and said to himself: "Anyway, I should be the most handsome among the three generations, right?"

at the same time,

S.H.I.E.L.D. got another accurate tip: Professor X ran off to downtown New York with his X-Men.

"Professor X?"

Nick Fury asked in surprise: "Hasn't he always stayed in the academy? This time he actually went out on his own initiative?"

The SHIELD agent who came to report shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.

"Where's Natasha and Hawkeye?" Fury asked.

"The two of them should be rushing to the new product launch conference in Octa now, which is the system that is said to have a smart chip that can rule all computers in the world." Agent A.I. Go investigate."

"Then inform the US team that there is a temporary emergency mission."

Fry thought about it and said: "Since the Avengers and mutants have dealt with them last time, let them continue to contact them this time. You tell the US team and ask Professor X what is the purpose of coming here? If there is no major problem, just Don't worry about the group of mutants, since Professor X leads the team, it should be safe."

So, Steve left the Avengers Building early in the morning.

Then, he stood at the entrance of the movie theater for half an hour before waiting for the movie to end, and received Professor X who said 'Sorry, please wait for me a while, let me finish the movie'.

Behind him, Hank the Beast and Cyclops Scott stand.

"Purpose? No purpose."

Wearing a royal blue suit and sitting in a wheelchair, Professor X smiled gently at Captain America and said, "If I told you that it was because I received false information, would you believe it?"

Steve was slightly taken aback, and instead of responding rashly, he suggested cautiously, "You can talk about it."

"Okay!" Professor Charles smiled with a good temper: "As you all know, I can listen to people's voices. Of course, under normal circumstances, don't mind, I will not easily probe into other people's privacy, and I will I don’t want to receive too much boring information, if I receive too much information, I will feel a headache.”

"Well, back to the topic, because of this ability...not long ago, a name that enjoyed a high reputation among the crowd was perceived by me."

Professor Charles thought for a while, raised his head and asked, "Captain, I wonder if you've heard of 'Apocalypse'?"

"I seem to have seen it once or twice in the information provided by Aegis."

Steve replied very honestly, "The mutant who shaved your head?"

Charles immediately pursed his lips, and his blue eyes, like forget-me-nots in a brook, stared at the captain complicatedly.

He said word by word: "You really don't know how to chat, Captain America."

"Uh... sorry."

Steve apologizes inexplicably.

"In short, if the information given to you by Aegis is not so gossip (about my hairstyle)... Tian Qi, yes, that's right, it's the old monster Tian Qi who wants to kill all ordinary people like you."

Professor Charles patiently explained.

"Then? What does that have to do with your coming to the center of New York?"

Steve continued.

"I heard a group of people calling the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, thinking that the loyal subordinates of the old monster had also been resurrected."

Professor Charles said helplessly: "However, when I hurried over, I was surprised to find that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were not old monsters, but... a group of magicians."

He raised his head, with a childish look, and complained disgustedly: "Why do so many people like such a low name like Tianqi?"