Princess Disease

Adults have to worry about the eradication of Hydra, but Isabella couldn't get involved if she wanted to, so she simply packed up her things and went back to class—the last time Tony threatened her that she would not graduate, she was deeply impressed.

But this time Tony quit. He insisted on letting Isabella stay at home until the danger was completely eliminated.

"At least until Hydra gets out of New York City," Tony said. "I don't want to hear people tell me that your school was bombed, you were kidnapped, and the heart can't take it."

Although staying at home, Isabella did not live a relaxed and happy life. On the contrary, in order to catch up with the falling progress, she lived a particularly painful life every day.

I was called up by Jarvis at [-]:[-] in the morning, and went to morning exercises with Captain America/Bucky/Black Widow; after breakfast, Jarvis came to help make up lessons, and one make-up was a whole day until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Isabella was in so much pain that she tried all kinds of methods of coquettishness and threats, but this time Tony made up his mind not to be raped, and he would not let go of his mouth when he was beaten to death.

"I'd rather go to school..."

During the rare lunch break, Isabella lay on the bed like a salted fish and complained to Peter on the phone.

"I feel like I'm in prison!"

Isabella's frantic roar came from the receiver, Peter shivered, and under the teasing eyes of Lucy and Harry, he silently moved the phone away from his ear, put it on the table, and pressed the handset. carry.

Lucy and Harry gave Peter the middle finger at the same time.

Peter pretended not to see it, scratched his head, and tried to comfort him, "Mr. Stark is also doing it for your own good..."

Isabella's voice changed suddenly: "Huh?"

Peter: "... But his approach is obviously inappropriate, right? Will you come for my birthday tomorrow..."

Peter continued in one breath, and changed the topic midway, bringing out his real purpose of calling Isabella.

Lucy bared her teeth and made exaggerated mouth shapes: "Count couch couch couch!"

Harry winked.

Peter covered his face with one hand.

"I really want to..." Isabella's heart moved, she rolled slowly, lay on the bed and stretched her neck to look at the calendar: "You have your birthday tomorrow? Is it so soon?!"

Peter sighed lightly: "It's not good, it's this day every year..."

It's just that you have encountered too many troubles this year, and time slipped through your fingers accidentally.

He kept this sentence in his heart and didn't say it.

The two fell silent at the same time, the ebb and flow of breathing was clearly audible, and the tense atmosphere secretly grew in the silence.

"Hmm..." Isabella broke the silence. She curled her fingers on the dangling hair on her forehead, lowered her head, and said, "I'll try, try my best, and tell me the address."

"Harry threw me a small party at his apartment, not far from Stark Tower..."

After hanging up the phone, Lucy asked expectantly, "How is it? Can she come?"

Peter shook his head: "I don't know, Mr. Stark is watching very closely."

"It's something that can't be helped," Harry said, "It feels like Mr. Stark has a psychological shadow."

Lucy frowned: "Is the school so unsafe?"

Harry's answer is meaningful: "Bella is safe when she is not around, but she is dangerous when Bella is around."

In fact, Tony did not restrict her personal freedom as Isabella's friends thought. She can wander around in Stark Tower, or go downstairs to hang out in the surrounding streets, drink coffee and watch movies some type of.

But Isabella can't go too far—for example, if she leaves Manhattan, agents will show up to stop or follow her immediately to protect her.

Hydra went to school to kidnap Isabella that day, not only because she was the daughter of Iron Man Tony Stark and the granddaughter of Howard Stark, but also because of the ether particles on her body.

Since the Cosmic Rubik's Cube was brought back to God's Domain by Thor, the Hydra hidden inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. lost this treasure with huge energy, so they turned their minds on Isabella.

Isabella was also very aware of this, so she complained, but she obediently obeyed Tony's arrangements and did not mess around to cause trouble for the adults.

However, the situation in New York City has stabilized in the past two days. According to Jarvis, the remnants of Hydra are withdrawing from the United States in order to protect themselves. In order to completely eliminate this evil organization, everyone I was so busy that I couldn't even go home.

After Isabella finished her daily homework, she hugged the computer and thought for a long time, then tentatively sent Bucky an email.

She was ready for no reply, but Bucky called directly: "What's wrong?"

"Are you busy?" Isabella was slightly taken aback: "My place is not very important."

"It's not busy, I just took over a base of Hydra, and I'm counting the spoils." The background sound on Bucky's side was a little noisy, and there seemed to be many people walking around: "It's no accident that everything will be completely done soon." it's over."

There was a hint of excitement in Bucky's voice that he hadn't noticed.

He had waited too long for this day.

Isabella laughed: "That's great."

"What about you? How is Missy doing at home?" Bucky smiled slightly: "If you have something to say, what do you want from me?"

Isabella snorted: "Brother Bucky, of course I want you to help me as an adviser..."

Bucky: "Oh?"

"Peter's birthday is tomorrow, and they have a small party, not far from Stark Tower, just a few steps away," Isabella asked in a low voice, "I can't run around now, there will be agents following me, Actually just follow along, but I think...well...you get the point."

Bucky started to have a headache: "I don't understand, hang up, bye."

"If you dare to hang up the phone, I will send your photo to my dad," Isabella threatened. "He always thought we were having an affair."

Bucky finally understood why Tony always looked at him with strange eyes these days, and often hesitated to speak.

"Don't bring you to harm people like this." Bucky couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did you tell Tony?"

"I didn't say anything." Isabella blinked innocently. "It's all my father's own imagination. His imagination is very rich."

Even if Isabella really said something, Bucky can't do anything to her, he still has to choose to forgive her.

"I'm afraid of you," Bucky asked helplessly, "What do you want me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything," Isabella's voice suddenly became lighter: "I just told you."

Multiple insiders are equivalent to having more blame. In the future, Tony will settle accounts after the fall, and Isabella will be able to drag Bucky out to "share the difficulties" with her.

Bucky sighed: "I probably owed you a lot of money in my previous life, the kind that I wouldn't even be able to repay if I sold it."

Although I promised Isabella to help her take the blame, but...

Bucky glanced at Captain America passing by, and suddenly grabbed his arm.

Innocent Steve was confused: "Bucky? What's wrong?"

"Steve," Bucky said with a deep expression, "I have something to tell you, please keep it secret for me..."

After finding the blame man, Isabella was resurrected with full blood.

She was very serious in the tutoring class that afternoon, and rarely complained. Later, after studying, she had dinner and went to bed early.

Isabella got up early the next morning, put on some light clothes, went into the kitchen, and started to toss.

Three hours later, Isabella finally made the donuts that satisfied her. She hummed a song and carefully put the sweet and soft donuts into the gift box that she had prepared earlier. It was also wrapped with a gleaming gold ribbon.

"It's done!" Isabella clapped her hands happily, picked up the box and looked around.

Jarvis quietly appeared at the kitchen door: "Miss, you..."

"Hush," Isabella blinked, and made a silent gesture to Jarvis: "Honey, I'm going to Peter's birthday party, I'll be back soon, don't tell Dad. "

Jarvis: "...At least bring someone..."

"No," Isabella waved her hand: "I'm going to confess, why bring other people?"

Jarvis:? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! !

Isabella looked for it according to the address.

There was only one ringing of the bell, and the door opened, as if someone had been hiding behind the door and waiting.

The deafening music came out from the crack of the door, Isabella frowned subconsciously, raised her head to meet Peter's eyes.

"Hi," Isabella smiled slightly, shaking the beautifully packaged box in her hand: "Long time no see."

"I...I went to see you, but you weren't awake at that time," Peter sideways welcomed Isabella in, and he stammered, "Anyway, it's good that you're fine..."

The rest of the words were drowned out by the sound of music.Isabella didn't look back, she didn't know if she didn't hear it, or she didn't express her opinion after hearing it.

Peter sighed in annoyance, clenched his fist and tapped his head lightly.

It's only been a few days since I saw each other, and the contact has not been interrupted. It's so natural and harmonious when talking and laughing on the phone, in the email, and in the chat group, but I don't know why. As he blinked and blinked at himself, Peter suddenly became stiff.

Isabella felt a little strange to him, and seemed to be different from before, but Peter couldn't tell what was different, and this knowledge made him feel irritable and slightly uneasy.

When she was about to walk out of the entrance, Isabella hopped a few steps on tiptoe, turned around suddenly, and handed the box out.

"Happy birthday!" Isabella said with a smile: "This is a gift for you, please open it and have a look?"

Peter's eyes lit up: "I'm glad you can come...Thank you!"

Peter stopped, holding the box in one hand, and the five fingers of the other hand shuttled nimbly among the ribbons, fiddled with it a few times, and untied Isabella's carefully tied knots lightly.

Isabella stared at Peter intently. The moment the lid was lifted, the smile on her face was perfect, as if she had measured it with a ruler.

But only she knew that those superficial calmness and stability were all faked, and her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode.

It only takes a second to see what is in the box, but that second seems extremely long in Isabella's time.

The pointer seems to be stuck in this grid, and it can't jump to the next grid.

Peter slowly opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise.

"This is..." Peter picked up a pink donut and stared at Isabella dumbfounded: "Donut?!"

"Yeah," Isabella asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"

Peter was in a trance, and the whole person was out of the situation. He replied: "No...but this is your favorite thing..."

The whole world, no, that's exaggerating, but at least the whole of Midtown High knew that Miss Stark loved donuts.

Life-like donuts!As long as it is the donut that Isabella likes, no one can take it away from her!

It's not okay to give it away, Isabel wished that all the donuts had her surname Stark, so she wouldn't give it away.

"What about you?" Isabella asked again, "Don't you like it?"

"I like it," Peter nodded, "but...you..."

Peter held back for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence. Under the dim wall lamp, his cheeks were flushed.

Isabella raised her head and watched Peter quietly. She didn't urge her or change the subject.

This is a waiting pose.

Feeling that he couldn't organize any clear and orderly language in a short time, Peter took a deep breath, and simply handed the pink donut to Isabella: "Here you are!"

"clatter".

Isabella finally heard the ticking sound of the second hand passing by. Her heart was suspended high, and then fell heavily, hitting the ground, splashing a cloud of flying dust, which made her eyes hurt.

She felt that she might have misunderstood it, and also realized that this was really a bad confession... Maybe it's more appropriate to call it a "hint"?

Isabella took the donut and took a bite.

It is indeed the perfect finished product that she tossed all morning. No matter in terms of shape, color and taste, there is no fault at all. It is simply the pinnacle of donuts.

But when the sweetness dissipated, Isabella tasted a bit of bitterness inexplicably.

But no matter what, Isabella always maintained a calm and decent smile on her face.

Although her mind was already in a mess—for a while, she was glad that she did not do it clearly and saved a lot of embarrassment; Thinking of Bucky's face and his thumbs up, I thought to fuck your little Brooklyn prince, your method is totally useless!

It was the best donut Isabella had ever had, and the most tasteless donut she had ever had.

The wax is covered with a layer of honey, which dissolves, leaving an unpalatable core.

Fortunately, the knife edge is not coated with sugar, and it hurts to death after licking it.Isabella comforted herself silently.