Princess Disease

Peter drove the car back to the underground garage of Stark Tower, and found that the whole car was sleepy and drowsy.

"Here, wake up, don't sleep," Peter helped Isabella unbuckle her seat belt, and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Go home and sleep again, it's easy to catch a cold here."

"I don't want to move," Isabella pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and muttered a few words. She turned over and faced the car window with her back to Peter: "Leave me alone..."

Peter scratched his head, and ran to the back seat to push Saul again: "Mr Saul, wake up, we are here."

"My chicken leg!" Saul yelled, turned over and hugged Fandral without letting go.

Fandral frowned and kicked Hogan to Sif's side.

Sif folded her arms expressionlessly... fell asleep, sleeping properly, with a particularly imposing manner.

Peter looked at these people who were sleeping like twists and turns, and after thinking for a few seconds, he decided to let it go. He yawned, walked around to the co-pilot's seat, bent down and carefully hugged Isabella.

"Peter, I'm warning you..." Isabella stretched out a hand in a daze and tapped Peter's shoulder: "I—"

"Go to sleep," Peter sighed helplessly, "Go to sleep, one two three."

Isabella tilted her head, found a comfortable position in Peter's arms, and fell asleep in her nest.

Under the guidance of Jarvis, Peter carried Isabella to her big bedroom.

"Miss Bella lives in the rightmost room on the top floor," Jarvis said. "Just put her on the bed."

Peter laughed, he always felt that Jarvis was not a system, but a human: "I know."

"I just want to remind Mr. Parker," Jarvis replied solemnly, "after all, you and Miss are of different genders."

Before Jarvis said this, Peter didn't feel anything. After hearing this, Peter suddenly felt that the presence of the soft Isabella lying in his arms instantly increased several levels.

Walking in the empty corridor, Peter's cheeks gradually turned red.

"Mr. Parker, do you have any questions?" Jarvis's voice didn't sound right: "Your body temperature seems to be rising—"

"I'm fine, thank you!" Peter kicked open the door of Isabella's bedroom: "Sorry! I didn't mean it, I, I, I..."

"It seems that I was right to suggest that you replace the doors and windows with bulletproof glass." Jarvis said, "By the way, Mr. Parker, you are really strong."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After Isabella was settled, Jarvis directed Peter to live in a guest room downstairs.

After refusing Jarvis's synchronous guidance, Peter heaved a sigh of relief. He got into the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed his hair carelessly, and threw himself on the big soft bed and fell into a dream.

After all, it was really exhausting after a day of tossing.

In the entire Stark Building, Jarvis was the only one who was in a state of full energy. He first checked the security measures and confirmed that all the alarms were on. After the building was impeccable, he went to every occupied bedroom. , scanned everyone's situation.

Isabella used the quilt as a pillow and slept soundly in her arms, but her posture was a bit unsightly, with her body twisted up and down; Lucy lay on her back in a regular manner, with her hands folded on her belly, From a distance, it looks like a fresh mummy just unearthed from ancient Egypt; Peter is lying face down on the bed, with a bath towel randomly covering the top of his head, sleeping in a large spread; Sol and his little friends are huddled on the ground What kind of sleeping in the SUV in the garage... Jarvis said he couldn't see it.

"Good night... no, good morning, everyone."

It was eleven o'clock in the morning of the next day when Isabella woke up again, and she stayed in bed for a while before realizing that she had gone home.

"Jarvis?" Isabella groped into the bathroom and took a shower: "Is Dad back?"

"Not yet," Jarvis replied forever: "Things seem to be very difficult, sir is still in the laboratory of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"That's enough..." Isabella frowned, "How long has Dad been up?"

"I don't know that," Jarvis replied, "because I can't get in."

Isabella came out wiping her hair: "Call him and ask about the situation."

"Okay," Jarvis said, "By the way, miss, please dry your hair. Mr. Parker took a shower yesterday and didn't dry his hair. He has a cold today."

Isabella: ...

"I will."

Everyone was up, and in the living room on the top floor, Sol had ordered takeout from McDonald's and was excitedly waiting for the food to arrive.

"You can't...Achoo..." Peter covered his nose with a tissue and mumbled, "Eat something else...Achoo...?"

"Can't you take some medicine?" Isabella approached Peter from behind the sofa, and after greeting others, she reached out and stroked Peter's forehead: "It seems a little hot, Jarvis?"

"It's just a cold, no fever, it's recommended to be isolated," Jarvis said solemnly: "There is an isolation room on the 56th floor..."

"No need," Peter suddenly felt hairy all over: "It's just a cold!"

"You can't underestimate a cold." Isabella patted the table: "Where's Xiaodai?"

Before the words were finished, the sound of tinkling bells came, and Xiao Dai rushed in from the corridor outside with great excitement, and accidentally knocked down the vase by the door.

Isabella raised her forehead: "Should we remove all the decorations in the house and leave Xiaodai a clean and spacious space?"

"It's useless," Jarvis said calmly, "Even if it's an empty house, Derby would fall on the ground."

Isabella thought about it seriously, and found that what Jarvis said was very reasonable.

In order to prevent the innocent decorations from being smashed again, Isabella was more diligent and got up to help Peter find the medicine.

Peter looked at the tablet lying quietly in Isabella's palm vigilantly. Before he took it into his mouth, he already felt bitter in his mouth: "I don't like taking medicine very much."

"How old are you?" Isabella took the water glass from Xiaodai's hand, felt the temperature, and felt that it was just right, so she unceremoniously stuffed the pill into Peter's mouth, and then poured him water: "Eat quickly, finish eating—"

"—reward you with a donut?" Lucy looked at Isabella innocently with her chin resting on her face.

Unconsciously abusing a dog early in the morning is really abhorrent.

"It's already noon," Saul reminded Lucy, "Do you want to eat McDonald's?"

Lucy shook her head vigorously.

"Wonderful idea!" Isabella hugged the donut box on the low table into her arms: "No one can give donuts!"

"Oh," Lucy nodded knowingly, turned around and patted Peter on the shoulder, her face full of sympathy: "It seems that you still need to work hard."

Peter swallowed the pill with difficulty: "I... will."

Despite so many eyes looking expectantly at Isabella, she was too lazy to cook and finally called and booked a table.

During the meal, Isabella asked Sol when he wanted to return to Asgard.

"My suggestion is that the sooner the better," Isabella said, "There are many variables when it's late. First, I don't know what will happen on the God's Domain, and second, the S.H.I.E.L.D. They can't deal with the matter of the Osborne group's potion."

Saul thought so too, but the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has everything to do every day, and it's not like seeing him whenever he wants.

"Well... how about this?" Isabella rolled her eyes and came up with a bad idea: "I'll contact Natasha and say that someone from Asgard has reported that Loki is going to send his hand Come down to earth to find trouble for Sol, if Director Fury doesn't want the earth to be affected, he should send Sol back to God's Domain as soon as possible, and let them resolve their internal conflicts by themselves, what do you think?"

For S.H.I.E.L.D., if the grievances brought about by other races can be resolved smoothly on other planets without affecting the safety of the people on Earth, this is what they would like to see.

"Okay," Saul scratched his head, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Isabella blinked: "It's on me."

Isabella texted Natasha.

"Baby, don't make trouble for me, I'm busy here." Natasha wrote back: "Go to school honestly, be good~"

"This is serious business, do you think I'm joking?" Isabella pouted and emailed: "Think about it, if Loki really sent someone to Earth to beat Sol up, who would be the unlucky one? They But gods, gods won’t care about the life and death of mortals when the war starts, maybe it’s easy to flatten a building at that time, if Manhattan is destroyed, who will bear the responsibility? Do you want to ask Saul for compensation?”

Natasha sent a smiling expression: "Your family lives in Manhattan."

"That's why I'm looking for you," Isabella said excitedly, "Hurry up and send Sol away. Sending him away can avoid this loss! It's just using the Rubik's Cube to open a space door, isn't it? You want to send the Rubik's Cube away, and Sol's hammer is still under my pressure, are you still afraid that he will never return?"

"I hope he's gone forever." Natasha chuckled, "Forget it, let me tell Coulson for you. You should contact him. I'm really busy here."

So Isabella went to contact Coulson again.

However, Coulson didn't seem to pay much attention to this matter, as if they didn't care whether Loki would send someone to Earth.

Isabella pinned the phone on the table angrily: "Do they think I'm joking!"

Lucy and Peter looked at each other: "Uh... aren't you joking again?"

"Of course not!" Isabella looked at the two people speechlessly: "Although it was a means to persuade Director Fury to lend the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, and it was a little exaggerated, I really think so. "

Who is Loki?

Combining the myths and legends, the descriptions of Sol and his friends, and the phantoms that appeared briefly in the hospital, Isabella can roughly spell out the image of Loki - he is a clever, cunning, good at using and bewitching A god who is confused about people's hearts and concepts of right and wrong, and who uses unscrupulous means to achieve his goals.

Loki's temporary replacement of Asgard's throne is already confirmed to be the result of his own calculation and planning. Now the god king is sleeping, and the god queen loves Loki and still supports him. Looking at the Nine Realms, only Sol is exiled The older brother on earth is Rocky's most favorable competitor.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, a cautious person like Loki will definitely attack Sol - he sent a phantom to the earth to deceive Thor that the god king is dead, which is a gentle way to dispel Sol's fighting spirit. When methods fail, Rocky may try to use some more drastic but effective methods.

To be honest, unlike the anxious situation of Sif and others, Isabella has no opinion on who will rule Asgard between Thor and Loki, not to mention whether it is her turn to worry about this matter. In her heart, Loki Both Key and Saul have the potential to become kings, the only difference is that the two brothers do not have the same ruling style.

But if Loki did any harm to Earth in his quest for the throne, Isabella couldn't stand it.

"Bella," Peter raised his hand cautiously. He still had a stuffy nose, and his voice sounded muffled: "Can I have a word?"

Isabella waved her hand very grandly: "Say!"

"I think you should stop talking nonsense..." Peter pointed to Isabella's chest: "Your necklace is on."

Isabella lowered her head, and looked affectionately at the ruby ​​necklace that ran out of her clothes at some point.

"What do you want to do?" Isabella held the ether particle vigilantly: "I warn you not to make trouble! This is no joke!"

The light of the ether particles went out silently.

"Miss, I think you need to read the news."

Jarvis suddenly projected a large virtual screen in front of Isabella. On the screen was the vista of Manhattan, and what attracted the attention was a cloud of spiraling black clouds in the sky.

"Now break a piece of news... Some experts say that this is a strange weather phenomenon, it may be..."

"Oh, no," Thor stood up abruptly: "This is not a weather phenomenon."

"This is a precursor to the opening of the Rainbow Bridge," Sif frowned. "Someone is coming to the atrium from Asgard."

"Loki?" Isabella covered her mouth: "It really has nothing to do with me..."

The author has something to say: I never want to go back to my hometown...

Ghost knows what I went through_(:зゝ∠)_