[Iron Man + Avengers] I am your daughter!

With Stark replaced with a new core, his waist is no longer sore, his legs are no longer painful, he walks more vigorously, and has more enthusiasm for research, so Cecilia watched her father plunge into it. The underground studio.

And Stark, who devoted himself to the research and improvement of the new suit, almost had three meals a day delivered by the little clumsy hand. If Cecilia was worried about her father's health and insisted on urging him to sleep on time every day, Stark might actually be working all night.

But Dad is busy with his own affairs, Miss Potts's new tutor has not been arranged yet, and the boring Cecilia spends more time on her new friends.

However, what is worrying is that the first few days were fine, but in recent days, Cecilia can often hear the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" from the basement of her home. .

Asked Jarvis, this one only gave all normal answers.

But what the hell is Dad doing?The baffled little girl planned to come and see is believing.

Cecilia's authority is very high, which means that even if she doesn't know the password to enter the basement, she can order Jarvis to open the door for her.

It's just that this time Cecilia probably didn't pick a good time. She heard a loud noise just after entering the door. After Cecilia covered her ears reflexively, she looked around but didn't see Stark's figure. I only saw the little clumsy hand spraying fire extinguishing agent on the ground.

Cecilia blinked, with a dazed look on her face, where else could dad go if he wasn't here?

"Jarvis, is Tony out?"

"No, miss, sir is right here."

"Hey?"

"You go three steps forward, go around the table and look down on the floor and you can see Mister."

Cecilia walked over as she said, and she saw Stark lying on the ground with the fire extinguishing agent sprayed out by the little clumsy hand, smiling awkwardly at herself.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

Waving his hand to let the little clumsy hand stay alone, Stark got up and smiled reluctantly at his daughter: "It's just some small experiments, don't worry."

"Little experiment? Will the little experiment smash the house?" Cecilia pointed directly at the cracked wall paint behind Stark.

Stark spread his hands: "It was smashed by the little clumsy a few days ago, but it doesn't matter to me."

The little clumsy innocent lying on the side of the gun seemed completely unaware that he was taking the blame for Stark, and when he heard his name, he leaned over and shook his head very flatteringly.

Stark pushed the little clumsy hand aside, as expected, this college-era work would only embarrass himself besides being cute.

It's a pity that Dad's shirk responsibility was not successful, even if the little clumsy hand couldn't speak and couldn't refute him, it was the same. From Dad's emotions, Cecilia could already tell that her father was fooling people.

"Tony, you have to believe in your IQ."

"Oh, of course, of course I do."

"So I'm not stupid, do you think you can fool me like this?"

"...Okay, but the one on the wall was really just an accident."

So Cecilia tilted her head and asked innocently: "Then may I know how many times such accidents have happened to you in the past few days?"

"Just once, I promise!"

Stark said this vowedly, but unfortunately it was useless.

"Jarvis, tell me, how many times have such accidents happened to Tony these days?...I order you to tell the truth."

"From the day before yesterday to now, there have been a total of seventeen accidents, miss."

Cecilia looked at her father and said, "Tony, are you lying to me again?"

Stark gritted his teeth, Jarvis, you traitor!

But now is not the time to care about Jarvis, Stark has to coax his daughter first.

It should be said that not only Stark had no IQ when he encountered his own daughter, but even Cecilia was not very smart when facing her father, and she was coaxed by her father in a few words Well done.

So in just a few days, Cecilia changed from worrying about all kinds of movements in the basement to becoming accustomed to being indifferent.

This day, when Cecilia was watching the TV and waiting to watch her cartoon, Miss Potts brought a person over. Cecilia remembered this bald old man with a white beard, but to be honest, Cecilia Celia didn't have a good impression of him, and always felt that he was a type of one-sidedness to Stark.

It's just that Cecilia also knows that it's one thing to feel about this kind of thing, but another thing to say it.

When Miss Potts was about to go down and call for someone, Cecilia stopped her. Facing Miss Potts' puzzled eyes, Cecilia had to explain.

"It's probably inconvenient for Tony to be down here. Well, it's best to let Jarvis inform him."

Cecilia is not sure if Miss Potts will encounter a Stark who happens to lose control or lose control of his strength when Miss Potts goes down. Some safety measures were also taken, but what if it happened to hit Miss Potts?

Cecilia remembered very clearly that when Stark was out of control, he was completely irrelevant. That is to say, if there was someone next to him at the time, it was normal for him to hit someone.

Although Miss Potts didn't understand what Cecilia meant, she could guess that Stark had done something down there, so it was inconvenient for someone to go down now, so she didn't insist, and handed Cecilia a Box.

"Give this to Tony for me."

"What is this?" The box is not big, and it feels light in the hand.

Miss Potts did not answer directly: "It's just a gift."

Since Miss Potts didn't want to say anything, Cecilia didn't insist. She nodded and put the things aside, and then told Jarvis to call for someone.

"This is Tony's daughter, she looks somewhat similar to Tony."

Although Stan had a friendly face when he said this, Cecilia felt intuitively that this person did not have kindness towards her, so she only answered a few simple words.

Fortunately, Stark came here fairly quickly, but it was unexpected. Stark, who always doesn't care about anything, asked Stan the first thing he said today about how the company is doing.

Stan didn't answer this, and Stark didn't seem to care, guessing: "Why, is the company's situation bad?"

"I brought good pizza from New York on purpose not for something bad."

Sure enough, Stark saw a pizza box on the table, so he opened it and took a piece: "That's not bad? Well, the pizza is really good."

Stark took another bite and thought it was good, but this time he handed it to Cecilia: "Let's try it together?"

"No, no need," Cecilia shook her head, pointing to the fruit that had been cut into small pieces on the table and said, "Jarvis thinks it's better for me to eat more fruit."

Stark didn't care, and continued to discuss the company's affairs with Stan while eating pizza. Cecilia just listened and didn't speak, and incidentally shared a portion of fruit with Miss Potts.

Really, Dad, don't you remember leaving pizza for Miss Potts?