How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

New York, three in the morning.

Natasha stood beside Fiona's bed, stroking her hair.

"Don't be afraid, it's fine."

She repeated this sentence in a soft tone.But it seems like little has been done.

Natasha went to attend to some other things after the welcome party.Ten minutes earlier, as the only member of the base still awake, she had received a message from V?I?S?.

Things aren't going well for Fiona.Rapid heartbeat, profuse sweating, and unnatural facial expressions.

"Ms. Romanov, I can contact a private doctor to see and treat Miss Fiona at any time."

"That would be too exciting. It's just a nightmare, not a sickness. Call the doctor, the kid will be uncomfortable."

Natasha declined the offer, "She doesn't like being treated like this."

There was a flash on the ceiling, "OK, my program has been recorded."

Verbal reassurance didn't work, so Natasha decided to use some physical means.

She groped Fiona's head with her hands, pressed and rubbed gently after finding the position.

This method was more effective, and Fiona's expression gradually softened.

It wasn't until her breathing and heartbeat stabilized that Natasha's movements slowly stopped.

Fortunately, during the previous training, I learned all the things that should be learned seriously.

She stood by for a while, and after making sure that Fiona's condition had improved, she quietly left the room.

On the way back to her room, she said to V?I?S?, "Don't tell Fiona about this, she will be burdened."

Although this is nothing to Natasha, for a sensitive adolescent child, it is normal for her not to know how to face the kindness of others before establishing a real intimate relationship.

This once again made Natasha wonder about her growing environment.

Both Tony and Steve agree that Fiona must have had a lack of love in her past life that caused her low self-esteem.Natasha, on the other hand, took a different view.

Her conversation and her upbringing are enough to prove that she was well educated and brought up.The high-end dress that ordinary people can't afford is as natural as an ordinary white T-shirt on her body.

Just like teenage children wear casual clothes, and office workers wear suits, that skirt doesn’t feel out of place on Fiona’s body, as if she should wear it.

Her low self-esteem is like a distorted stroke in a well-timed landscape painting, destroying the beauty of the whole painting.

Although it is justifiable for it to appear in calligraphy and painting, exquisite paintings can't help but make people question, can a painter who can draw at this level really make such a low-level mistake?

Maybe it wasn't the painter's mistake, it was added by someone else.

Natasha had a flash of inspiration.

Human psychology... can also be manipulated by human beings.

All of this seems to make sense.

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Fiona slept until nine in the morning.

She opened her heavy eyelids, and the not-so-familiar environment made her thoughts confused.

V?I?S?'s voice came from her room, "Good morning, Miss Fiona."

"Good morning, VIS."

She answered in a daze, her voice still lazily waking up.When she turned on the screen of her mobile phone and found that the displayed time was already nine o'clock, she woke up as if she had been poured with a basin of cold water.

God, how could she sleep up so late, this is too rude.

Didn't she set the alarm clock yesterday? Could it be that she forgot.

"Are they...I mean the rest of the Avengers, have they all gotten up yet?" she asked.

"Except for Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner, everyone else in the base is still sleeping."

Also, still sleeping?

Fiona's eagerness to get off the ground came to a sudden halt.

The moment she saw the time, she thought that probably the Avengers had already woken up, and everyone was having breakfast around the dining table, and she was the only one still sleeping.

Just thinking about it made Fiona feel ashamed, it was so slight.

As a result, now V?I?S? tells her that she is actually the one who wakes up earlier?

I don't know why, but there is a feeling of dumbfounding.

"Yes, Miss Fiona. I'm sorry, according to my husband's instructions to me and the results of the data analysis, I turned off your alarm clock at 07:30 without authorization."

It turned out to be turned off by V?I?S?

She looked at the phone: "I thought your program was only running in the base."

"Theoretically, I have the right to access all terminals connected to the WIFI in the base. Miss Fiona can also choose to set the privacy permission on the phone."

"It's okay." She said sitting on the bed, "I think my information will be safer under your protection."

She vaguely knew that Wayne's family also had a very powerful computer system, but she never knew it.The VIS who was talking to her was the most powerful artificial intelligence Fiona had ever come into contact with.

He could even turn off her alarm clock - Fiona had changed V?I?S? from it to him.

"Thanks for the compliment, Miss Fiona. Would you like to have breakfast? The food ordering system in the base has been installed on your mobile phone, and you can choose meals at any time. The kitchen is on a shift system, and there are chefs on duty 24 hours a day."

Fiona scrolled through today's menu, but the categories were actually not that rich.But it's normal to think about it. Most of the daily operations in the base have been unmanned, and the number of people who need to eat is very small.

She ordered a cup of hot milk for herself, oatmeal for one person and a small box of seasonal fruits, which were probably enough for her to eat.

In the choice of delivery to the room and dining area, she still decided to go out to eat.

Thanks to Pepper for being considerate and considerate, all the toiletries in the bathroom are also fully equipped.

After Fiona simply washed up, she suddenly felt a sense of strangeness when she looked at herself in the mirror.

She is wearing new clothes, in a new room, with a brand new mirror.It seems that even the person in the mirror has become different.

It was obviously still this familiar face, but it seemed to be looking at another person.

"VIS." She called the name of the smart housekeeper.

She knew he could hear anything he wanted to hear.

"I am here, Miss Fiona."

"Can you tell me why the appearance of a person has not changed, but the feeling in the mirror is different?"

"Miss Fiona, the image of a mirror will be affected by many factors such as light and angle. It is an interesting inference that the image a person sees in the mirror is also related to the mood and mental state of the person concerned. I hope this mirror can Let you realize that your beauty is more beautiful than before."

V?I?S. Really, it is worthy of being trained/taught by Tony himself.

Fiona looked at herself in the mirror.It seems to be true, a little bit better than before?

Tony's words of praise for her played automatically in her mind, coupled with his contagious voice and voice, Fiona's mood also jumped up.

In the past, no one praised her for being good-looking, but no one said she was ugly either.

If you are willing to dress up carefully, should you, can you do it?

Fiona walked into the cloakroom and tactically skipped the row of pink—not because she didn't like it, but because she felt she wasn't used to it.

It seems that only when she was very young, when she was still an infant, would she wear such pink and tender clothes.

Her memories of her childhood are actually very vague, but there are many photos and videos at home.Maybe my father was not very busy at that time and could spare a lot of time to record these.

Too bad she doesn't remember much.

Facing the clothes of different colors on the other side, Fiona asked V?I?S? the most difficult question for boys to answer:

"What do you think I should wear today?"

Although the voice of V?I?S? is male, he is essentially an artificial intelligence proficient in big data algorithms.

"That bright yellow dress is just right for you, Miss Fiona."

V?I?S? controls the brightness of the surrounding lights, and the skirt he selected stands out even more under the strong light.

Bright yellow?

This was Fiona's unexpected answer.

"Will it be too... bright?"

She rarely wears such brightly colored clothes, which means she draws the eye quite naturally.

"Miss Fiona has fair skin, which is perfect for yellow. This dress is casual and will make you look more dynamic."

Fiona still hesitated.For styles that she has never tried, she is not willing to get involved, in case the car overturns.

Or stay in the field she is familiar with, at least there will be no mistakes.

"I think you can try it, Miss Fiona." V?I?S? is now more enthusiastic than the teller in the brand store, "Even if you don't like it, just treat it as a dress-up game, and we can choose another one." .”

This was a logical and persuasive answer, and Fiona really couldn't believe that V?I?S? was just a procedure.

If he can have a physical body, it may be difficult for anyone to see the difference between him and humans.

"Okay." She decided to accept V?I?S?'s offer, anyway...

It's just a change of clothes anyway.If it doesn't look good, she can just choose another set.

In another room not far away, Tony lazily opened his eyes from the bed.

In fact, he didn't want to wake up so early, the content of the dream still left him unfinished.

He dreams of his daughter Fiona, of course.Even if he didn't have a chance for a while in reality, he heard her calling her father in his dream, and it was still daddy.

Tony knew early on that it was a dream because he didn't grow old over time and neither did Fiona.

She spent every day happily under his protection without any troubles.

Her body has also improved, her personality has become more and more cheerful, and her smile is brighter than spring flowers.

That's great, Tony thought.

It must have been a precognitive dream, and he took the open-book exam.Now that he knows the answer, the reverse derivation process is his strong point.

"VIS," he yawned. "Is Fiona up?"

Since there is a good night kiss, there must also be a good morning kiss.On a new day, I can go to kiss my good daughter again.

Just put her to bed last night, and now Tony can't wait to see her.

He waited for about two seconds, but V?I?S? didn't respond to him.

Tony wondered.He called again: "VIS?"

Is there something wrong with the program?

"Sorry, sir, I'm here."

The voice of V?I?S? came in immediately, "Just now I was running the algorithm to chat with Miss Fiona, which took up a large part of the memory, which caused a delay in the response here."

"Then it's time to optimize the kernel." Tony scratched his head, "You should learn more about crawling on the Internet, and I'll open a few more servers for you."

He asked again, "What are you talking about with Fiona?"

V?I?S? paused for a few tenths of a second before answering him: "Sir, although I am programmed to answer your question honestly, I think you should respect your child's privacy."

Tony: .

Okay, he's right.

V?I?S? added: "Miss Fiona's dressing style will be a little different today, sir can praise her more."

Even artificial intelligence can calculate it, Fiona is not particularly confident in herself.

"Oh?" Tony became interested, "Okay, I'll wait for her at the door of the room. The first person to see her wearing new clothes must be me."

This time, he absolutely must not be cut off by the captain again.