How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

Fiona has a kindness that is almost innocent, and anyone who knows her can easily draw such a conclusion.

Even though she suffered some hardships in her childhood, her life is still luckier than most people.Even in Gotham, the capital of crime, the chaos at the bottom has never been about her.

No one told her that there can be so many unreasonable things in the world.

She rolled over in bed, unable to fall asleep.Even though several hours had passed, the brain, which was flooded with massive information, still couldn't calm down.

She just couldn't understand it.

If those unscrupulous capitalists and politicians have their own interests, she can also analyze their motives.But, ordinary citizens who are out of reach, where does the resentment come from?

In one of the posts that impressed her the most, the poster first posted his collection of superhero figures, and then used a long length to describe how much he loves superheroes.

Then the topic changed, because he was injured in a burglary, so he believed that superheroes were hypocrites, and they didn't really care about people's lives at all.

This post has received a lot of recognition, and the behavior of turning off fans and stepping on it completely confirms the mainstream view of this website.Every time Fiona looked at it, she felt shocking.

Unless he's calling Superman—but Superman isn't necessarily available all the time.Could it be that V?I?S? can also install monitoring in everyone's home to check in real time whether they need help?

Fiona understood what Steve meant.

They are deified, misunderstood, smeared, true or false because of love and hate.What she's been through is overrated and touted for nothing in comparison.

Steve, is he talking himself out of it.

He set up the next hurdle and told her clearly that if he could not pass this hurdle, he would not be able to face stronger storms in the future.

She felt suffocated by watching the maliciousness towards other people.If she goes through all this herself, can she really survive it?

Can you really ignore external influences and be yourself unswervingly?

"It's not what I thought it would be..."

Fiona murmured, turning over again.

Most of her understanding of superheroes comes from her experience at Wayne's house.There will be blood, there will be injuries, there may even be sacrifices, and Fiona is mentally prepared.

From a certain point of view, the honor symbolized by "glorious sacrifice" is what Fiona deeply yearns for.

There will be countless flowers and applause, and people will mourn deeply at her tombstone, praising all she has done for justice——

She occasionally gets excited about it.Such a bright moment is enough to make people forget her mediocrity and insignificance.

And the truth is, what she expected, to be liked by everyone, never existed.

There are also people in Gotham who want Batman gone, politicians who are afraid of Captain America's influence, and plutocrats who are angry that Stark is in their way...

Fiona knew she couldn't do better than them.

No wonder Partress said, let her reconsider.

She turned over again and lifted the quilt covering her head.Her heart was a little blocked, and she felt a little difficult to breathe.

There was a sudden beep in the room, followed by Tony's voice, and he was outside the door.

"Annie, are you still asleep?"

Fiona looked at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening.

She pressed the switch next to the bed, and the door of the room opened automatically.Tony was wearing pajamas and only a not-so-thick coat.

V?I?S? turned up the lights in the room, and Fiona called out to her daddy in a low voice, and was just about to get out of bed when Tony stopped her.

"Just lie on the bed. I'll come and see you, and I'll leave in a while."

Fiona retracted her feet again, and sat on the edge of the bed with her knees hugged, looking a little dazed.

Just, it makes people look like they want to be bullied.

Tony stood still in front of her, reaching out and rubbing the top of her head unceremoniously.

"You stayed in the theater with the captain all afternoon today, why did you make people look stupid." He was still a little sour when he said this, "I haven't slept so late in my heart, what are you thinking?"

How angry, he had chosen a nice restaurant and wanted to take Fiona out to relax.As a result, when it was time for dinner, they hadn't come out of the theater yet, and they even called for a meal delivery service.

Six hours, six hours alone for Steve and Fiona!

He had never been with her for that long!

Tony: It's sour now, even more sour than eating three lemons.

"I didn't think about anything... I just didn't fall asleep."

Fiona was used to Tony's movements. Anyway, after he ruffled her hair, he would patiently untangle it bit by bit.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of Tony's doing this, maybe it was too (shǒu) leisure (jiàn).

Tony really wanted to pull her hair, but he was still reluctant, so he just tapped her forehead.

"Not to be honest, your heart rate is not right."

Fortunately, such meticulous real-time monitoring that hardly left her secrets did not displease Fiona. She seemed to be used to it and did not feel offended.

Tony thought to himself, it can be seen that where she used to live, there must be a person with a strong desire for control.

No, he shouldn't use it.

Fiona replied slowly, "Well, it's just that... the captain showed me something. I kept thinking about it, so I didn't sleep."

"What did you see?" Tony suddenly felt bad.

Sure enough, after hearing what she described, Tony knew which crazy anti-Super League website it was.

He even asked V?I?S? to build a firewall for Fiona's network - shouldn't it be their consensus to protect Fiona?The bastard!

"That's all individual people's thoughts, we don't care."

Although Tony was so angry that he wanted to go to Captain Hammer for a meal, he still had to appease the absent-minded Fiona first, "Stop thinking about it, go to sleep."

Fiona froze for a moment before realizing that Tony probably felt that he was aggrieved by them, which was why he couldn't sleep.

Although there is indeed a reason for this, but...

She subconsciously wanted to skip it, but another voice reminded her that this was just an opportunity to experiment.

Tony was here—he was already tolerant and loving enough for her.Even, even if he told the truth, he probably wouldn't hate her.

Maybe?

Steve had said that Tony liked her very much.

Not today though, well, he probably just forgot.

"The captain wants to tell me not to be influenced by outside voices."

She quietly grasped the sheet in her hand, and there were a few more conspicuous wrinkles on the uneven bed surface.

"I think...he's right."

This is true.

Tony's anger subsided a little, and he was a little speechless.Why did the captain, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, suddenly start using poison to fight poison?It's too risky, and I didn't discuss it with him beforehand.

"Well, for the sake of the positive energy you absorbed, I won't argue with him anymore."

Tony thought the matter was over, and Fiona was just interceding for the captain, telling him not to trouble the captain.

Damn, they have such a good relationship (biting handkerchief wronged.gif)

Who knows, Fiona still has something to say.

She threw her head back and forced herself to look at Tony.The momentum is in place, but the voice is very small.

"dad……"

"What's the matter?" Seeing that she still had something to say, Tony walked to her bed and sat down. "Want to chat with me? Although I prefer to leave this matter until tomorrow, if you need me now."

He opened his arms: "Good boy, do you want a hug first? Don't be nervous, this is not about to go to the battlefield."

The expression on her face can be called death.

No, you can't hug first, that would be too imposing.

That's what Fiona thought—as for how she was inexplicably held in Tony's arms, don't ask her, she doesn't know either.

"What do you want to say?" Tony kissed her on the forehead, "I am now a knowledgeable adolescent psychologist, and I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Fiona's organized thoughts were suddenly disrupted.

Huh, what Steve said is true, Tony doesn't dislike her...

"Why don't you talk again?"

Tony pinched her cheek lightly, "Little guy, you just don't want to sleep, do you? Do you want to hear Dad tell a story?"

Fiona seemed clingier than usual today, and if it was a side effect of watching a movie all afternoon, Tony wouldn't mind watching it with her every day.

"Wait for me to brew it."

Despite making a lot of mental preparations, Fiona still seemed to have her throat stuck when she spoke.

What she should say, she has already thought up the words and sentences, her lips are all parted, but there is no sound.

Fiona's palms were slightly sweaty.She rubbed her face carelessly against Tony's shoulder, a coquettish act that served him well.

Tony patted her on the back, "It's okay, talk slowly. Anyway, you don't have class tomorrow, so you don't get up until twelve o'clock."

This was too much for Fiona.Such rambling words made her feel slowly relaxed.

She grabbed the hem of Tony's pajamas, closed her eyes, and said in one breath at a super fast speed: "I poured the boiling water myself."

If she spoke slowly, she might not have the courage to finish.

It was obvious that Tony had guessed this.He wasn't very surprised, he just pinched her cheek gently.

"No next time, you know?"

He also gave her some advice: "Honey, if you have something you really don't want to do in school, just make up any excuses to fool you, and I can ask the doctor to cooperate with you."

Ah, this is not a hint, it's already telling her clearly that she can pretend to be sick and deceive others.

The honest Fiona was shattered and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Tony sighed again: "Why are you so stupid—Annie, when I heard you were hurt, my heart almost stopped."

This sentence was somewhat exaggerated, but it succeeded in arousing Fiona's guilt.She put her arms around Tony's waist and apologized cautiously:

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'll never do this again."

"It's okay." Tony forgave her generously and gave her a kiss, "I just feel sorry for you, silly girl. If you don't like this school, we'll transfer. Well...even if you don't want to go to school. I just want you happy."

He thought for a while and added: "Annie, let's finish middle school as much as possible and be patient."

Fiona was amused again.She craned her neck, like a cat, and put her head on Tony's chin.

"Okay, okay, naughty little guy. I love acting like a baby today."

Tony patted her on the head, "It's good to just say it, it's over. Can my sweetheart go to bed now?"

Is he leaving?It is indeed late.

But she didn't finish what she wanted to say.

Let's talk about it tomorrow... Tomorrow she will probably push it to the next tomorrow.

Go on, go on, she told herself.

The person holding her is her father, and he likes her the most.

She is not a little monster who can only lose face, she is also hurt by someone.

After several rounds of hesitation, Fiona mustered up a great deal of courage.She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said:

"Dad, can you move those pianos away?"

"me……"

"Actually, I don't like playing the piano at all."