[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

After taking a shower, Stark got out, found a bath towel to wrap around his waist, and went through the hair dryer again.

There is a waterproof socket in the bathroom, which comes in handy.

"Hey, stand still and don't move."

The wet stork was doubting the life of the stork, and it didn't move without Stark's order. It shrugged its neck slightly and stood there dumbfounded.

You can't feel it while squatting in the bathtub, and once Stark drains all the water, there's nothing wrong with it.

The suddenly heavy body made the shoebill stork not know how to deal with it, and simply entered a daze mode.

"Buzzing—"

The hair dryer was running and blowing out warm air.

The shoebill still had its nictitating membrane closed, pretending to be dead.

Stark was amused by its appearance, and couldn't help rubbing its dull fur.

Stork stork obediently bowed his head to be rubbed.

Blowing and kneading, it yawned a little and shook its head again. It was obviously sleepy. The rest time of this lab-hatched whalebill may be closer to that of humans, and it will start to doze off at that point.

Under the caress of the warm wind, the water quickly evaporated, and the left and right clusters of feathers of the Shoebill fluffed up again, like a giant fluffy bird ball.

Stark couldn't help sucking his head down, and then let it into the house, turned out the plush carpet, and built a temporary nest for it.

Stork stomped onto his bed with long legs.

After putting on a hair dryer, Stark saw that his bed had changed hands: "... We have to discuss the ownership of the bed."

The stork fluttered its wings and shrank to the side, leaving half of the space sensible.

Stark: ...

After three seconds.

"Okay, you convinced me." The human failed completely, "But Dad still has something to do, you go to bed first." Stark climbed onto the bed and kissed the bridge of the whalebill's nose, "Good night, baby .”

"Da da." The shoebill stork seemed to say goodnight to him.

Then the outermost eyelids drop and the eyes actually close and fall asleep.

Stark lightly walked out of the room and went to the other side of the cockpit. As expected, Fury was still standing here, staring at the darkness ahead, not knowing what luck he was having.

"Come talk to me about the white panther?" Fury was waiting for him.

"Yes." Otherwise, I wouldn't have come.

These two people have a delicate relationship with each other, and their political opinions are at odds, but at least they think that the character of the other party is not bad, and they can't stab a knife, but there is nothing to talk about.

"You want me to keep this secret, but it was you who took the initiative to record it."

It was really impulsive at the time, and Stark refused to waste time admitting his mistake, he wanted to address the issue directly.

"Is it good for you to say it?" Stark turned around, leaned on the console, stared at Fury who was standing in the command position, and said, "You won't be so boring."

"It's good for me to see you deflated." Fury didn't look at him, still staring at the darkness ahead.

Stark: ...You are only three years old this year, right?

The other operators in the cockpit were staring at the operation panel in front of them, or staring intently at the operation panel in front of them. In short, no one turned their heads, and no one dared to watch the scene of these two big shots.

Stark complained in his heart, and his hands were not slow. The interface where the mini-disk was inserted into the console had uploaded the virus. He searched for the various data and specific coordinates of this landing, and then deleted the data together with the virus, leaving no trace. .

But in less than half a second, Stark unplugged the mini-USB, as if dissatisfied with the hardness of the operating table, patted the table, and left in disgust.

Only then did Fury look at him: "It's okay, go to bed early."

"I won't go to the morning meeting tomorrow." Stark was full of resistance to the meeting.

It's time to sleep though.

Sleeping with a Shoebill stork is a novel experience.

He took off his coat, went to bed, and turned off the lights by remote control.

Stark pulled the quilt hastily, and buried his head sideways in the feathers of the Shoebill.

The warm stork exhaled the sun-roasted bird's breath, which made people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts. Stark couldn't help taking two more breaths before exhaling lightly.

"You're welcome." He whispered in the dark. "It's not common for that Fury to tacitly let me delete the data."

Stork was awakened by his recitation, tilted his head slightly, his round eyeballs slightly turned back, and looked at him.

It's just that the human just lowered his head and concentrated on sucking the stork, so he didn't notice it.

"It's really the sun coming out from the west."

This room has already been scanned and cleaned by AI, shielding all possible monitoring equipment, so Stark is not worried about the nonsense being overheard by Fury, and he can say whatever he wants:

"However, it's not suitable to expose the matter of mutant creatures... Do you think I should tell the mutants? Oh, Bruce knows it, and it's also a trouble."

It had been a long time since he had a good night's sleep.

how long?

Stark doesn't quite remember.

Maybe it started when he was kidnapped, maybe it started when he knew about Barnes, or maybe it started when his parents died.

In short, it is preliminarily estimated that it will take an hour or two to read before falling asleep successfully.

The stork didn't understand, but it didn't mind either. It just listened, listened, and started to feel sleepy, and yawned a little. Seeing that Stark hadn't finished, he raised his hand slightly. The wings on the side, open, and then close again.

The slightly folded wings covered Stark with the quilt.

With the huge wings covering the body, there is still a little weight, but it is not too heavy.

Stark resisted for a moment, then was slapped on the head by the whalebill stork with its big mouth, and was surprised to find that he actually gained a sense of warmth and security from it, like a cub wrapped under the wings of an adult bird , feeling very satisfied because of the care and attention, and then sleepiness surged up.

"Goo." There was a collision sound from the neck of the whalebill stork, as if saying good night.

Stark couldn't hold his eyelids anymore, and instinctively pressed the shoebill closer, and then whispered: "Good night..."

He seemed to be far away from the bed, wrapped in wings, and trapped in a bird's nest.

Not only has a strong adult bird shelter, but also a solid eggshell defense, all he has to do is sleep, absorb nutrients, and continue to grow.

Be a better look.

Until the day when the shell should be broken, the sun will break through the cracks, and he will wake up.

……

The light on the fissure is like a shadow cast by the crevices of feathers.

Stark froze and opened his eyes.

I didn't wake up, my head was a little heavy, but my spirit was surprisingly good.

The whalebill's wings lifted a little, and the bird's head poked around, looking at him.

The so-called sunshine is the bird that turned on the light by mistake.

Stark yawned hugely, causing the shoebill to retract its head in fright, and stood up, and retreated not far away, just beside the bed, watching him silently.

what is this?

Do adult birds dislike the cubs hatched from their eggs for being too ugly?

Stark was amused by his own thoughts, yesterday he called someone a cub, but today he treats himself as a cub?

He glanced at his watch.

"Eight hours." No more, no less.

Magic.

With such a healthy sleep time, Stark, who always sleeps until dark the next day, or wakes up for no reason after two or three hours, can't react.

What are you doing up so early?

Stark's mind turned slowly.

Otherwise, go to a morning meeting?

Stark was bored for a while, and decided to call Bruce.

He can't be the only one waking up early.

Life, it is necessary for everyone to be the same in order to survive.

Humph.

So, at around 7 o'clock in the morning, probably before 07:30, Bruce Wayne's cell phone rang with a urging call.

Because of the mutant whalebill, Batman specially set a new alarm for Stark, and when the phone rang, it hit the bat's nerves, so Baby Bruce, who was still lying in bed, rolled over. The big bat in the shadow bounced up, and answered the phone with a hand speed that almost pulled out the afterimage.

"Tony?"

"Morning, Bruce." Stark's voice was very pleasant, "Are you up?"

Bruce: "... what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's too early, let's talk on the phone."

Bruce: ...

He dropped the phone.

Take out another phone and start recording.

[Perhaps the intelligence-reducing effect of the mutant Shoebill has a persistent effect. (to be investigated)]

Then Baby Bruce slipped her head back under the covers.