[Iron Man] Heart Disease Diary

So far, I have reached a cooperation agreement with Tony Stark and Ethan.This is a good thing of mutual benefit and mutual help.I feel that I represent love and justice, and I am worthy of the name "Red Scarf".

These days, the relationship between Mr. Stark and Ethan has developed from the honeymoon period to the stage of talking about marriage. They are hanging out like glue... No, they are working together. On the surface, they are making missiles, but in fact they are making missiles. The first Iron Man suit.

Six or seven days had passed in such a peaceful day, and the group of terrorists didn't notice anything strange. There was some food and water stored here, and they didn't need to come and deliver them, so they simply disappeared for several days.

This made Stark's work a lot easier. He blatantly made something that could not be installed on the missile at all, and regarded the monitor as nothing.

...Well, although those terrorists are indeed very uneducated, both in the movie and in reality, they finally found out the trick, so...

"Mr. Stark, please avoid the monitor for a while when you are testing the finished product. If they see it, they will never be so stupid that they can't even tell the difference between the bomb and the battle suit..." I earnestly held the rice bowl While eating, I persuaded him. Ethan's cooking is really not flattering, but there are only gruel and dried vegetables here, so there is no such thing as whether it is delicious or not, but the cooking tools are really a bit dirty. It can only be out of sight.

Stark couldn't listen to me at all. In a sense, he was quite selfish, and he didn't answer: "Bring your meal here."

I stared at him blankly: "Huh?"

"I'll eat your dinner tonight."

"...Aren't you afraid of eating my saliva?!" The corner of my mouth twitched fiercely.

"Drool? I've even eaten your white eyes, why are you afraid of saliva?" He snatched my bowl, "Girls don't need to eat so much, I need physical strength now." He started to drink while holding the bowl, and One hand is not idle, what is going on, I don't understand.

...Forget it, in order to be able to escape, endure it!

I turned around and walked towards the crude bed: "Just to remind you one last time, if you are discovered, don't blame me for not saying it, hide from the monitor, even if the soldiers have no IQ, they still have a leader."

Stark didn't speak, and there was a knocking sound behind him, but Ethan smiled: "Miss Red Scarf is right."

"..." This name he also calls addicted TAT.

"Even if it makes sense, I don't want to hear it. You see, she doesn't even tell us her real identity and name. We don't have to pay too much attention to what she says about such a dishonest partner. What do you think, Miss Red Ribbon?"

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !Why, my body already belonged to the party!I said I am a party member, do you know what that is!What else is Miss Red Ribbon, that is a red scarf!I mispronounced it on purpose, Ethan can pronounce it well!

I turned around and glared at him, threw my head on the bed and said nothing.

Stark's unwilling voice came from behind: "Are you really not going to say who you are? It doesn't matter your name, you have to say something."

"It's a kind of concern. I'm afraid you will be shocked if you find out." I said lazily without looking back.

Stark didn't speak anymore, he seemed to be choked by my words, it's really rare, he also got choked sometimes o(￣ヘ￣o#)

The days passed day by day, and the prototype of the battle suit gradually emerged. I watched the expression on Stark's face become calmer day by day, and I felt more or less comforted in my heart, although I probably remembered that in Iron Man 1 At the time, he couldn't even take Ethan out... But I believe that's because he was too careless, and the head of the terrorists found out that he was tricky, otherwise things wouldn't have happened so quickly.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand, everything is the power of the plot.

We have been nesting together in this darkened room for nearly two months, eating, drinking, and sleeping with the two men every day. Apart from being dragged to interrogate me routinely, I didn’t encounter any difficulties, but I was really idle. ah! !so boring! !If I don't find something to do, I'm going to die of mold!

"Let me help you!" I finally mustered up the courage to say this to Stark. He has followed my suggestion and moved the console to the dead corner of the monitor, so that the experiment can more or less avoid exposure.

"You?" Stark looked at me suspiciously. He was wearing a racerback vest with a sleek upper body and a technical nerd all over his face, which more or less added points to his image. Love is sometimes very close, so girls can easily fall in love with someone who can solve technical problems, such as repairing computers, such as Tony Stark. . . .

Day...why do you want to be so capable!We workers have strength!

"Yes, that's me." I took a breath, "I can help you, trust me!"

Stark looked away from me erratically, and continued to fiddle with it. After a while, he turned back again and asked hesitantly, "What's your degree?"

"...University." Not finished.

"specialized?"

"...Arabic and Middle Eastern Studies."

"Go to sleep." He simply sentenced me to death.

"I can learn." I walked around in front of him, "Let me help you Mr. Stark, I can learn, I want to learn from you and become stronger!"

"Oh."

"..." I was stunned for a moment, and then a few crosses slid down my forehead, "What's your reaction? Admiration? Appreciation? Moved? Where did you go?"

Ethan's laughter came over: "Miss Red Scarf, Tony can do it alone, but you can help me." He pointed to a machine, a few lines, and a small disc, "Maybe this can help me too." To Tony, the guy in his chest needs to be changed."

"Oh, okay." Anyway, I'm free, as long as I have work to do, I don't care what it is.

I walked up to Ethan and listened to him explain the principles of those wires and circuit boards. I was a little confused. He didn't think I was stupid, and patiently explained it several times, and finally taught me.

"In this way, if I'm not here in the future, you can also help Tony replace it." Ethan said casually.

"..." Stark doesn't know Ethan's ending, maybe he can keep silent, but I know, so I understand that he is ready to sacrifice when he said this. I admire the good man of life very much, "Mr. Ethan, don't worry, we will be able to leave together safely." I looked at him firmly.

Ethan pushed his glasses, smiled shyly, and didn't speak.

Stark's idle voice came: "Come and help when you learn it. Ethan can be a man with a wife and children. It's useless to wink at him, red scarf."

"... Red your sister's scarf!" Walking up to him with black lines all over his head, he still lowered his head and made something, and ordered casually, "Press this on this, there is only one chance, failure is gone, you feel Down."

"..." Kill him, if you really can, kill him! "Give me such an important thing..."

"Don't you want to help?" He looked at me meaningfully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm not afraid of you, what are you afraid of?"

"...Okay!" Yes, you are not afraid of what I am afraid of.

Thinking about it this way, I felt calm, and boldly aimed at the groove, and fastened the cover to the small cylinder with precision and speed.

Stark raised his eyebrows, said nothing, took the things away and continued to mess around.

"...Don't you want to say thank you?"

"We are a cooperative relationship, mutual benefit, no thanks. And it was you who offered to help."

"..." What is the best way to kill him? Bring a knife on your body and stab him to death when you escape!

"Speaking of which, why are you here?" He suddenly changed the subject.

Oh, what a wit, those idiot terrorists didn't even think of asking this crucial question, but Mr. Stark thought of it, but he expects me to answer him?He wouldn't believe it even after answering, so I just fell silent, leaning against him and staring at the ground in a daze, I caught a glimpse of him turning his head and staring at me for a while, then changed the question: "What do you hate most about men? "

"I hate everything about you." I glanced at him and said seriously.

"...I'm telling you the truth."

"Serious?" I looked at him suspiciously, "Well, I hate fickle men the most."

"..."

"A man who is flamboyant, romantic, and turns his lips back and forth just for the desire of his body, this kind of man is the most hopeless!"

"...Then what if, I mean what if oh, what if your boyfriend happens to be a man with a heart? What would you do?" He put down the things in his hand and looked at me with his arms crossed, rubbing his fingertips across his chin, as if I am very concerned about this issue.

"I will..." I slowly moved closer to his face until the tips of my noses were almost in contact with each other, and I felt his breathing was disordered, so I paused, "I will kill him." Then I quickly withdrew my body and lifted my feet to leave , "What is this kind of man still doing alive? Of course, if there is a chance, he should kill them all. Keep busy, I will prepare the meal today."

There was a long silence behind him, and even the sound of making the battle suit stopped.

After a long time, I heard Mr. Stark sigh vaguely, and muttered in a very low voice: "It's so sexy..."

…………

I have nothing to say.

Dad, you are my dad.