Princess Disease

As soon as they entered the living room, Tony and Isabella were "attacked". Several lively and cheerful children headed by Harry slammed fireworks at the door, blowing up the head of the father and daughter. A face full of paper flower crumbs.

The colorful debris fell on the top of Isabella's head. She reached out and brushed her long, smooth hair. What's the matter, his well-trimmed and shaped hairstyle was completely destroyed in this "indiscriminate bombardment". Although it didn't mess up like a chicken coop, it still looked like it ran back and forth against the wind in the howling wind Feel.

A strange expression appeared on Tony's face, he slowly reached out and touched the top of his head, and took a small piece of green paper from the messy hair.

The surrounding atmosphere became stagnant, and the brats didn't expect that the fireworks salute in their hands would have such power, and they were a little frightened for a while.

That's Tony Stark!The world's most famous entrepreneurs, inventors, geniuses and flowers... the rich, the influential figures in the press, are sought after by countless people, and appear brightly in front of the media and the masses of the people all the time. When has this ever happened? When "image damage"?

Just when everyone was panicking and thinking about whether they had gone too far, Isabella finally couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, and she walked lightly to Peter who came over after hearing the sound. He picked up two glasses from the tray in his hand, and handed one of the glasses containing an iced martini to Tony.

"Father," Isabella said sincerely, "Actually, you're... pretty good."

"Of course," Tony smiled slightly. He pressed his five fingers on his forehead, and stroked his messy hair back along his scalp, and a handsome man with back hair was born.

Taking the wine glass from Isabella's hand, Tony raised his glass to everyone: "I am perfect at any time."

As Tony's smile spread, the brats finally breathed a sigh of relief. Amid the applause and cheers of everyone, Hari, one of the "culprits", without changing his expression, stuffed the remains of the murder weapon—the half-remaining salute barrel into it. Peter's pocket, and at the same time picked a glass of juice from the tray, met Tony's gaze politely: "Uncle Stark, long time no see, you are still so radiant."

"The boy from the Osborne family," Tony nodded, he stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder, looked at the smiling boy calmly, and said meaningfully: "Yes, don't worry, it's fun. "

Without looking back, Tony stretched out his hand and hooked Isabella's waist, who was trying to slip away, and took another tall wine glass from her with unquestionable force—it contained a small half glass of amber brandy.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol," Tony warned Isabella solemnly: "Nor wine, go drink your Coke."

Isabella, who failed to smuggle, lost her face, while Tony cast a dissatisfied gaze on Peter who indirectly lured his good daughter to drink.

Peter expressed his innocence—that glass of brandy was obviously put into it by Mr. Howard Stark.

"Okay, let's all go in!" Tony chased the children who ran to the door into the living room like chickens: "Jarvis, play some music."

Before the words fell, Jarvis cut off the lights, and the living room went dark instantly. Before everyone's eyes could adapt to the darkness, a jazz piece that fit Stark's style rang in the living room, and at the same time Two beams of chasing light crossed down from the ceiling, enclosing Tony's figure in a small spot of light.

"Welcome to Stark Tower." With the exciting background music, Tony walked slowly to the center of the living room. He said in a low voice, "First of all, I wish our little princess a happy birthday."

A beam of chasing light left Tony and accurately found Isabella's position in the crowd.

The warm applause sounded, and Isabella couldn't help smiling. She put her ten fingertips on her lips and kissed lightly, then waved to Tony: "Daddy, I love you!" !"

"Baby, I love you too," Tony smiled, tilting his head and imprinting a loud kiss on the microphone.

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When the lights dimmed, Howard curled his lips and muttered, "Tsk, pretend."

Steve, who was sitting opposite Howard, turned a deaf ear to this seemingly complaining but full of pride (?) words, he leaned over and took the glass from Howard's hand: "I remember the doctor said you can't drink alcohol?"

"Don't be like this, Steve," Howard spread his hands helplessly, "I'm already so old, besides chatting with pretty girls, drinking is the only hobby left..."

However, Captain America's firm character will not be exhausted just because he has been sleeping in the glacier for more than ten years. Even though Howard has worn his lips, he still removed all the spirits on the table.

"I just saw you mix a glass of brandy into the tray Peter was holding," Steve said. "They're too young to drink."

"When I was their age, I would walk out of the pub with my friends shoulder to shoulder every night," said Howard, lying on the back of his back. He stared at the ceiling with bright stars, but he didn't know which memory went back. Dusty corner: "Everyone is drunk, and sometimes they can't walk home, so they wrap up in rags in an alley or under a bridge pier to make ends meet all night. It's okay in summer, but it's very cold in winter. If you’re unlucky, you’ll have to wait for the neighbors to collect the body the next day.”

When Steve met Howard, the reputation of "Stark" had already been known by many people. Steve never thought that Howard would have such a down-and-out time.

"What about you?" Howard asked softly, "Did you ever get drunk in a tavern...when you couldn't find a home?"

Steve thought for a while, then shook his head: "No... You know that when I was young, I was not in good health, and I got sick and caught a cold twice in three days."

Whether he can survive or not is a question, and there is no way to go to the bar leisurely.

Bucky took Steve to a "nightclub" once, but this rare experience ended in a dismal end - after drinking a small glass of whiskey, Steve's fragile stomach could not bear the burn of alcohol, He vomited heavily while holding Bucky, and left in embarrassment amidst the boos of the full bar crowd.

Although Bucky beat up the people who laughed at Steve at that time, it still couldn't calm the sadness in Steve's heart.

He was too weak, scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, high blood pressure, heart disease... All kinds of ailments plagued Steve at the time. He really wanted to do something for the motherland and the people, but his physical limitations Make it difficult for him to walk.

Bucky...

Accidentally recalling the past, Steve didn't know what to say for a while, and he fell silent.

Howard looked at Steve. Under the confusing and colorful rotating lights, the eyes of this ninety-year-old man were as sharp as a falcon. He took two cups from under the coffee table and pushed them in front of Steve. He raised his chin to signal him to fill up the wine: "I have something to tell you."

Steve originally wanted to repeat "You can't drink" to Howard tirelessly, but when the two people's eyes met, Steve was slightly startled, and his intuition told him that what Howard was about to say next was very important, so important that It can change the trajectory of Steve's future life.

Miraculously, Steve stretched his arms and picked up a Coke bottle from behind the sofa.

Howard: ...

Steve:  …

"Which one of us is getting old?" Howard knocked on the armrest of the sofa dissatisfied: "Steve, Bella just sneaked up behind you and stole the brandy bottle, and replaced the Coke, didn't you feel ?”

Steve: ...you saw it and didn't say anything!

The author has something to say: The end result of not updating every day is that you have to write a lot in a day... It's almost dead _(:зゝ∠)_

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