When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The child cried in a low voice. Due to the infection, fever and overuse of the vocal cords, there was only a weak hissing sound from her throat. She kept wiping her wet cheek with the back of one hand, feeling aggrieved and sad. He also greedily left one hand to hold the little temperature.

She didn't even want to talk to Tony who was standing at the door.

Few people can watch a child cry so silently and sadly without being moved.

Tony can't claim to be the majority in most fields, but he's clearly not immune to that.

"He's being treated. He's... safe. Hey little lady, stop crying."

He opened the mask to reveal a warm face instead of a hard armor, which made his voice no longer present a mechanical distortion, and brought a human emotion.

towel?handkerchief?

Finally he took a roll of bandages from a nearby tray and handed it to the child.

The little girl didn't answer, she leaned her back against the medical cabin and faced him, with her arms across the cabin, biting her lips to force back the continuous tears. They were so disobedient that the child could only reach out and wipe them away.

It is like a cub whose claws have not been sharpened before being invaded, panicking and having to defend the territory for survival.

She rarely expressed hostility towards anyone, with a few exceptions.

One of them she doesn't like being chased, very much.

It would remind her of the tingling sensation of the wind on her cheek, the woman's embrace and panting, the wild cat's struggle, the splash of water on her ankle.

A separation followed, and what seemed to be an endless wait.dark.

She hates being chased.

The huge emotional ups and downs made her slightly hypoxic and dizzy, but she still persistently grabbed the table in the medical cabin and refused to compromise.

"I don't want to hurt you," Tony said, tentatively moving a leg: "Look. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't be able to wake up on the couch, and you wouldn't be able to get here. Just think about it, I Have you done anything bad?"

The little girl's eyes began to lose focus, her pupils dilated, and she tried very hard to look at him.

So Tony knew she was going to give up.To be honest, it was beyond his expectation that she could run down from above in such a smooth manner.

This confrontation will not last long, and the opponent is the one who will fall first.He better not want to use narcotics if he can.Sometimes this kind of behavior may involve some diplomatic issues.

He caught her a second before her legs were weak and she was about to kneel down.

She passed out again, breathing fast and hot.While muttering about not burning out his brain, Tony asked Carol to bring in the doctor who had been closed for a long time.

When the little girl woke up again, it was already evening.

The light in the room was bright, and she looked up and found herself lying on the sofa.When I woke up before, I saw that the mess on the ground had been cleaned up.When she woke up, her eyes were facing a whole floor-to-ceiling window, and the setting sun outside the window was falling on the sea, like a warm fluffy blanket.

She is in a house by the sea.

"Pretty?" Tony said, standing by the bar in a simple white shirt and trousers.No tie.Not too formal and not too casual.

The little mermaid looked back at him, followed by the itching feeling and looked down at her feet which were tightly wrapped in bandages, tried to sit up cross-legged, and touched the soles of her feet.

A little pain.The touch is blunted by the bandage, a little itchy.

She looked back at the sea and the sun outside the window, and finally her eyes returned to Tony. At this time, she relaxed completely and nodded to him.

"Looks like you've calmed down, which is good." Tony brought over a stack of blueberry pies.That's obviously not freshly made, but frozen and reheated food.But the blue-purple fruit is still small and cute, not to mention the thick sweetness of the cake and the sweetness of the fruit, the appearance alone is enough to make children very greedy.

The child who was being helped fell on the blueberry pie and couldn't hold back.But the pragmatic child can still remember that there are more important things that have not been resolved.

She sniffed the aroma of blueberry pie, touched her throat, and went to see Tony again.

After being stared at, the adult said, "Jie is safe. But I'm curious about what happened to you. His wounds don't look like any known creatures on Earth can do it."

He asked again tentatively: "Did the marine life hurt him?"

The little mermaid shook her head, stretched out her hand to make a gesture, looked at him hesitantly, and gestured a "No."

Tony called out, "Carol."

"At your service, sir. This is sign language No."

"Turn on instant translation mode."

The little mermaid stretched her neck to have a look when she heard the sound from nowhere, and found the source of the sound was on the ceiling.The female voice greeted her gently: "Hello. I'm Carol, Mr. Stark's intelligent AI."

What is AI?

Without sign language or translation, the blank expression on the little mermaid's face was enough to express everything, and she wanted to see why there was a human voice coming from that corner.

"She's my assistant," Stark said. "I hid her in an iron box and took care of everything for me."

The intention was just to make a joke, but it was not good as soon as this sentence was finished, and the little girl's expression immediately showed shock.

—You let her work for you in an iron box?

This sounds like some kind of unscrupulous foreman.

...How should he explain what artificial intelligence is to a seaman who has never been in contact with human technology and may not even know computers and programs?

Tony Stark, who was at the forefront of technology and took the lead in the charge, was so stared at that his scalp became numb, and finally coughed and said, "...she is an elf, and she likes narrow places like iron boxes."

The little girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Really? Carol?" Tony said.

"...Yes, sir." Carol said indifferently.

If children have richer life experiences, or if they have been beaten by society for a few years, they may understand what insincere words are under the oppression of capitalism.

But today’s children are still relatively simple. They belong to the stage of hearing the wind is the wind and the rain is the rain. When they get the answer, they don’t have the idea of ​​​​verifying the authenticity. It’s the same as accepting the setting in that world that approaching the fire will make it shine by itself. , quickly accepted the saying that there is a little spirit in the iron box.

"So how the hell did you get here?" Tony said, turning the topic back from the elf, who was actually a bit hungry.The captain put the last piece of food in the refrigerator that was suitable as a staple food, and now he gave it to the little girl, and the behavior of grabbing food with a child seemed a bit inconsiderate, so he, Carol, ordered a pizza delivery.

The little girl gestured honestly: [I passed out, and when I wake up, I will be here. ]

It's really...easy to understand and basically uninformative.

"Before then?" Tony dangled from the bar to sit on the couch, and they were facing each other, which wasn't a very appropriate distance, especially after he'd been one-sidedly hostile a few hours earlier.But the other party didn't seem to be nervous.

Very unguarded, very different from her previous performance.

It felt like after I crossed a certain line in her heart, I was quickly included in the white list by her, without hesitation, straightforward and very generous.

The little girl pondered for a moment, then hesitantly began to gesture.

"Dark. A lot. Jason. Injured. Big black." Carol did her best to translate in real time.

Tony: "..."

Really, there is a lot of information in a sense and there is no starting point.

Tony rubbed his forehead and wiped his face.

Then I can only ask after the man who is still in a coma wakes up.

"Sir, your takeaway is here." Carol said suddenly.

The doorbell rang very cheerfully, and Tony got up to answer it.

"Hey Mr. Stark, how are you doing today! I, I, I, I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time. I'll see which one it is, but there should be only one left. Wait for yours takeout--"

Wearing a uniform and not knowing why, Spider-Man, who was working as a part-time delivery man in the open and aboveboard, let out a scream, hurriedly took out the last remaining pizza box, and moaned in grief: "No."

The takeaway box has obviously been distorted into a very creative shape by unknown forces, it is not difficult to imagine what the food inside will look like.

It took Tony [-] points of willpower to tell himself not to close the door reflexively.

Double the kids, double the headaches.

"So." Tony pressed his temples and glanced at the deformed takeaway box: "...When did you start working part-time as a deliveryman?"

"A delivery boy had an accident on the way, and I was too late to get him out unscathed. He sprained his ankle, so I—"

He touched the box of pizza distressedly, and said sadly, "Sorry, sir."

"I'll just order another one," he said.Seeing that the other party suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, he looked past him and looked behind him.

He also looked back.Seeing the little girl sitting on the sofa looking towards the door, her eyes were full of curiosity and amazement.

The two troublesome children started to look at each other.

What broke the stare was the little girl's stomach rumbling happily.

Spider-Man looked even sadder.The specific manifestation is that his stomach started to grunt as if it was catering to him.

The only Tony who was caught between two grunts with nothing but wine in his stomach all day: "..."

Spider-Man covered his face in shame.

Tony glanced at his empty takeout box, knowing that his order was the last one: "How about a blueberry pie?"

Spider-Man immediately became happy: "Can you!"

"Hmm." He replied casually, walked towards the house, and asked Carol to order another takeaway.After thinking about it, I ordered a [-]-inch beef pizza this time.

And sincerely hope that the delivery staff can deliver the pizza here smoothly this time.

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