Princess Disease

After being woken up by Loki and chatting with Saul for so long, Isabella survived the most sleepy time and entered a state of "fairy".

Anyone who has stayed up all night will have this experience. At first, they are too sleepy to open their eyes, and then they suddenly wake up, but they always have the illusion of living in a dream. I thought you died suddenly.

"You rest here, I'll go see what's going on with Dad." Isabella stretched her waist, covered Saul with the blanket, and jumped off the bed.

"Let me go with you." Saul always felt guilty when he saw Isabella walking back and forth: "Or I'll go and see, and you sleep a little longer? You didn't sleep long this night."

"Not sleepy anymore," Isabella rubbed her eyes, "Didn't you sleep too?"

"I'm not human," Sol waved his hand indifferently: "I can't die if I don't sleep for a day."

...inexplicably a little envious.

In the end, Isabella, wearing a blanket, dragged Saul by the hem of his clothes and went to find Tony with him.

At the door of the operating room was an agent in a black suit that Isabella had never seen before. He looked very handsome.

"Hello, where is Rumlow?" Isabella asked politely.

"Miss Stark, hello, my name is Grant Ward." The agent nodded to Isabella: "Captain, they are going to rest, let me stay here for a while."

"Excuse me," Isabella smiled slightly, "Hasn't anyone come out all this time?"

"It's my job," Ward replied, "No."

"Then I'll wait." Isabella was a little worried. She didn't know what kind of inspection could last for several hours, but she couldn't rush in, so she could only sit nervously on the chair next to her. down.

I hope nothing will happen... No, nothing will happen.Isabella lowered her head, holding the pendant around her neck tightly through her clothes.

Perhaps it was because of Isabella's full luck, after waiting for a while, the door of the operating room was opened, and several doctors came out pushing a hospital bed.

"What's wrong with my dad?" Isabella stared blankly at Tony who was lying motionless on the bed.

Obviously, he was still alive and kicking before!

"Tired and fell asleep." Dr. Christine Palmer took off her mask and handed a thick folder to Isabella: "Miss Stark, right? This is Mr. Stark test report."

As long as you fall asleep, Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. She took the folder and couldn't wait to open it.

There are a lot of complex data in the front. Isabella's strength is not here. I can barely understand the superficiality at a glance, so I skip it directly and turn to the end to see the conclusion. When her eyes fall on the paper, Christine's voice sounded at the same time: "The conclusion of our discussion is that Mr. Stark was injected with a medicine with incomplete ingredients and severe side effects. The advantage of this medicine is that it can heal wounds quickly in a short period of time. Enhance human strength, etc., but the disadvantage is that the principle of its high-speed healing ability is to accelerate the division and regeneration of cells, and the number of divisions of human cells in a lifetime is limited..."

Without Christine continuing to speak, Isabella also understood what she meant, that is to say, if this potion was allowed to continue to work in Tony's body, every time he was injured and healed quickly, it would be Life after the overdraft day.

"And not only that," Christine observed Isabella's expression, and seeing that she was still calm, she continued, "This potion is extremely unstable, and it is likely to mutate. As for what it will look like... ...no conclusion yet."

Isabella clenched the folder tighter and tighter, and the plastic folder made a whining sound.

"Do you know what the ingredients are?" Isabella closed her eyes and asked in a low voice.

"The analysis is out, just write it on it." Christine looked at Ward who was not far behind, and at Saul who was watching Isabella worriedly. She hesitated for a moment, taking advantage of When the other doctors were pushing their carts, they leaned close to Isabella's ear and said quickly, "Give this to Mr. Howard Stark."

Just after Christine finished speaking, Ward, who was guarding the door, pressed the Bluetooth headset, and seemed to have received some instructions, and walked towards this side: "Where's the medical report?"

Christine pursed her lips and looked at Isabella.

Ward paused, and smiled at Isabella: "Miss Stark, please give me the report, and I will send it to the scientific research institute under S.H.I.E.L.D. for further research."

"Okay," Isabella took a step back while holding the folder, "but I'm going to show it to Grandpa first."

As the first triathlon genius of the Stark family, Howard Stark is even better than Tony in some aspects. After all, he has decades more experience. These reports must be in his eyes. Small meaning, the kind that you can understand when you look at it.

Ward frowned calmly, and he said softly: "The officer is already resting, he is old, it is better not to disturb him. Miss Stark, you have given me the report, Stark Mister can be out of danger one day sooner—"

Ward suddenly shut up.

"When people get old, they sleep for a short time. Maybe one day they won't be able to sleep for a long time." Howard walked slowly with a coquettish and cool posture with one hand in his pocket and a cane in the other. There was a trace of tiredness on his face, but his eyes were bright with energy: "Baby, what's going on, show me?"

Rumlow followed Howard and winked at Isabella.

Isabella forced a smile at Rumlow, handed the folder to Howard, and went to Grandpa to repeat in a low voice what Christine had said to her.

Howard nodded from time to time, but the frown between his brows became tighter and tighter. When he turned over a certain page and saw the complicated equation written in the middle, Howard's face finally became completely gloomy.

"Are you secretly studying this thing?" Howard asked softly.

The doctors looked at each other, not daring to speak out, Ward took a step back and lowered his head.

"Very good." Howard took a deep breath and looked at Rumlow beside him: "Where is Steve?"

Rumlow thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know, let's go back. It was still there just now."

Howard took out the sports car key from his suit pocket and threw it to Rumlow: "Drive, I'm going to SHIELD."

"Sir—" Ward looked at Howard hesitantly.

"Shut up!" Howard suddenly shouted, this sound revealed his true emotions: "You have no place to talk here!"

Rumlow waved his hand at Ward in a low-key manner, and Ward closed his mouth obediently.

"Bella, you and Sol go home, don't go anywhere, just stay." Howard patted Isabella's head: "If anyone insists on visiting you, let Jarvis drive them all away." Get out, or just hit 'em with your Mjolnir!"

Thor: ...it's my Thor's Hammer.

Mjolnir: It's so annoying, whoever belongs to you, you have the nerve to say it even if you can't lift it up!

Howard was staring intently at Ward as he said this, so the "visitors" were clearly referring to S.H.I.E.L.D.

But wasn't SHIELD created by the old man?He still admired this organization very much before, how can he turn his face when he turns his face?

Isabella couldn't figure it out, so she decided to put this question on hold for the time being, listen to her grandfather, and talk about it later.

"Take Tony home with you," Howard said to Saul.

"Don't worry." Sol raised his arm to show off his muscles, proving that it's okay for him to hold a Tony, and it's OK to add two Isabellas.

Howard grabbed the folder and hurried away with Rumlow. After waiting for a while, Ward followed silently and left. Before leaving, he seemed to have glanced at Christine.

"Then let's go too." Isabella looked at Sol: "Please take Dad back."

Saul nodded, and strode forward, a princess hugged the sleeping Tony from the hospital bed.

Isabella: ...

Christine: ...

Isabella covered her eyes, unable to bear to look directly at this beautiful picture.

"Is he really asleep?" Saul weighed Tony suspiciously, but Tony didn't respond at all.

"A little narcotic..." Christine whispered.

"Thanks, Miss Palmer." Isabella looked at her tenderly: "Be careful."

"Don't worry, I called someone to pick me up..." Christine's eyes lit up, "Here, here we come."

Isabella looked in the direction of Christine's finger, and found Doctor Strange and Natasha walking over talking and laughing.

"Christine," Doctor Strange handed the still warm hamburger to Christine: "Have you guys finished? How did it turn out?"

"Mr. Howard took the medical report away angrily," Christine replied truthfully, "He said he was going to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh?" Doctor Strange raised his eyebrows: "What happened? What about Steve and Rumlow?"

"Steve is there." Natasha smiled and pointed to the elevator that had just reached the first floor and opened the door: "As for Rumlow, who knows?"

Doctor Strange looked at Natasha: "You are colleagues."

Natasha smiled meaningfully: "The person who recruited me into S.H.I.E.L.D. was Director Fury, and the person who approved my application report was Mr. Howard."

Doctor Strange understood instantly, but Christine and Saul still looked blank.

"The teacher used to be a subordinate of former director Alexander Pierce," Isabella said flatly, "Pierce is now the head of the Ministry of Security, responsible for communicating between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the UN Security Council."

A smile played on Natasha's lips.

"You know quite a lot." Doctor Strange sighed casually.

"Well," Isabella nodded, her eyes flickering: "Grandpa took me to play in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Only Tony in the Stark family hates S.H.I.E.L.D. and doesn't want any contact at all.

"What are you talking about? How did it turn out?" Steve walked over carrying a bag with the head of Colonel KFC on it. He took out a hamburger from the bag and handed it to Isabella: "I bought it downstairs. It's hot, eat it quickly."

"Thank you, Captain!" Isabella was pleasantly surprised and excited when she suddenly received KFC from her idol.

"Captain," Natasha looked at Steve for a while, and suddenly asked, "After S.H.I.E.L.D. rescued you from the ice, did you draw blood during the physical examination?"

"I've smoked it, what's the matter?" Steve looked at Natasha suspiciously.

Isn't the blood test normal?

"No wonder..." Natasha narrowed her eyes: "Let's go, take Miss Bella and Mr. Stark back first."