Princess Disease

On the whole, tonight's birthday party was very successful, and the guests and hostess had a great time.

In view of the fact that we had to go to school the next day, although everyone still had a lot to say, they didn't make a fuss too late. The show ended before ten o'clock, and in the end there were only three people left in the apartment who were in a mess and tired.

"Where's Bella?" Lucy raised her hand and almost knocked a gift box on the armrest of the sofa: "She didn't say a few words to me! I feel that she is so strange tonight, she is very preoccupied Yes, could it be that Mr. Stark who ran over secretly was afraid that Mr. Stark would find out and train her?"

"Impossible, Mr. Stark won't scold her, even if she is skinny." Harry turned over and sat up from the sofa: "I remember she had tooth decay in the fifth grade, Stark Her husband forbade her to eat donuts, and in order to buy donuts, she posted an authentic painting of Monet at home for 100 million online."

Lucy: "..."

"Of course the painting didn't sell in the end," Harry shrugged, "but she wasn't disciplined either."

At this moment Peter came out slowly from the kitchen, and Lucy, who was still sighing, turned her eyes and noticed a box in his arms.

"Peter, you've been holding on to that box all night," Lucy yawned, and asked casually, "What's in it? Are you so reluctant to let go?"

Peter said with a deep expression, "Donuts."

Lucy: "Oh."

A second later, Lucy and Harry looked at each other and looked up at Peter in unison: "What?"

"Donuts," Peter said, holding up the box, "from Bella."

Lucy: "........."

"Impossible!" Harry blurted out, "She won't give you donuts!"

"Wait!" Lucy rushed over like a tiger and held down Harry, who wanted to demonstrate that Isabella would not give donuts as gifts. She stared at Peter with burning eyes, and asked expectantly: "What did she say when she delivered it?"

Peter thought for a while: "Happy birthday...and asked me if I liked it."

"What about you?" Harry struggled to stretch out a hand under Lucy: "What did you say?"

Peter touched his nose: "I, I didn't say anything, I gave her the donut, doesn't she like it..."

Under Harry and Lucy's staring eyes, Peter's voice became smaller and smaller, and he asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Isn't it right?"

Lucy looked like she really wanted to shake Peter's brain hard, to see if she could shake the water out of his brain: "Of course not! Zero points! How can you be so stupid! What does she mean by giving you donuts? Don't you?" do you know?"

A thunderbolt struck in the sky, and Peter's heart was brightened in an instant. He suddenly understood all the abnormalities of Isabella tonight.

Harry finally escaped from Lucy's clutches. He sauntered up to Peter, took the box from his arms, and opened it for a look.

The box was held by Peter all night, and it was shaking. Most of the donuts inside were deformed, and all kinds of syrups stuck to the paper holders, making them into gaudy pieces.

But even though it is pasted again, the string of obvious gold-red curlicue signatures on the edge of the paper holder still has a strong sense of existence.

"Look, Stark," Harry pointed to the signature: "Is this box of donuts made by Bella herself?"

"She gave you donuts, and she gave you donuts made by herself...Brother, you really don't understand, or you still haven't reacted."

"I can't get through the phone," Lucy shook the phone: "I can't reach her, and I don't know where she went."

"She didn't think you meant to refuse, did she?" Lucy couldn't laugh or cry: "My God, how could this happen?"

Harry squeezed the space between his brows vigorously: "It's not all Peter's fault, Bella's hint is too vague..."

"It's not secretive at all, so aboveboard!" Lucy retorted, "If Bella gave you donuts, what would be your first reaction?"

Harry: "She's in love with me?"

Lucy clapped her hands and shrugged.

Peter, who had been standing there listening to Harry and Lucy beeping for a long time, finally moved. He grabbed the box and ran out.

Lucy: "Where are you going!"

Harry: "I think he's trying to avoid work."

Lucy: "...It's so late, it's too unsafe for Bella to be outside alone, I'll help you find her too!"

After Lucy finished speaking, she stood up and wanted to slip.

Harry's movements have never been so quick. He dodged the piles of presents everywhere, grabbed Lucy's sleeve accurately and dragged her back, and said with a smile: "Please believe that a good neighbor in New York must The girl who can find him... As for you, stay and clean up with me."

Glancing at the mess in the house, Lucy wailed helplessly: "Can't you hire a part-time job?!"

Isabella sat on the edge of the roof on the top floor of Stark Tower with her knees in her arms, in a daze.

The evening wind blew, and the night was slightly cool, and she suddenly felt a little cold.

But she didn't want to go back to the bedroom, she just wanted to sit here for a while.

Spider-Man turned up to the roof silently and landed beside Isabella,

Isabella remained motionless.

Spider-Man tried to lean closer to Isabella's side, and seeing that she didn't object, he sat down and pulled off the hood.

"That... Bella," Peter stammered, "I—"

Isabella stared straight ahead, she raised her hand, and accurately tapped her cold fingertips on Peter's lips, stopping what he wanted to say next.

This finger was obviously cold, but Peter felt a hot burning sensation from his lips, and there was a faint tendency to spread to his entire face.

"Good night, Spider-Man," Isabella said, and she stood up, turned and walked back.

A bit of coolness was quickly withdrawing, Peter's mind went blank, his body moved faster than the speed of thinking, he subconsciously opened his mouth, and bit Isabella's fingertips.

Tasted a bit... the sweet aroma of donuts.

Isabella was taken aback for a moment, and she looked over blankly.

The thing that caused her brain to shut down is still behind, and Peter, who quickly regained his consciousness, his eyes sank, and he shot out spider silk to stick to Isabella's clothes. He stepped back slowly, and at the same time pulled hard with his hands—

Isabella was dragged and staggered, and she stumbled into Peter's arms.

The two of them were already close to the edge of the rooftop, and after another toss...

The moment Peter caught Isabella, he leaned back holding her slender and soft waist, and fell straight down.

In the ear is the howling wind.

There is no focus anywhere.

The only real ones are the ones holding themselves.

Isabella knew very well that neither Spider-Man nor Ether Particles would let her fall to her death like this.

However, reason and emotion are sometimes not the same thing. After all, people can't fly. If they fall straight from the edge of the roof, fear is certain.

Isabella hugged Peter tightly like an octopus, and fell down for a long time before she came back to her senses and called out, "Peter—spider, spider, man!"

The tail sound dragged on for a long time, echoing round and round in the silent night sky, with an inexplicable hint of gnashing of teeth.

But even if she was angry, Isabella still knew to keep it secret and didn't call out Peter's name.

The momentum of the fall finally slowed down. Peter retracted his palm, held the spider silk, and hovered in mid-air with Isabella, closely leaning against the transparent French windows of Stark Tower.

There are long streets and roads flowing slowly like light belts under your feet, the shining night sky above your head, and the gentle breeze blowing around.

There is also a Peter Parker with stars in his eyes.

Isabella's heartbeat has never slowed down. She was frightened before, but now...

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Isabella pursed her lips, "Come to my house late at night..."

"Let me confess," Peter said, "I like you."

Isabella: "...you turned down my donut!"

"Give me one more chance." Peter conjured up a box containing donuts, opened it and picked out a relatively intact donut and bit it in his mouth. He tilted his head to look at Isabella. , with deep eyes.

Isabella was silent for a while, and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

Peter blinked.

Isabella's eyes wandered around: "If I don't agree, will you let go of your hand and throw me down?"

Peter: "..."

Peter: "..."

Peter: "........."

Isabella finally laughed, put her arms around Peter's neck, straightened up and carefully leaned over, biting the other end of the donut.

The donuts are mine and so are you.

After eating the donuts, Isabella closed her eyes expectantly, waiting for the final sweet kiss.

However, there was no movement after waiting left and right.

She opened her eyes a small slit and accused Peter with a dissatisfied look.

Peter had a strange expression, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Isabella frowned: "Is it so hard to kiss one?!"

It's not just me, I'm going to be the mountain," she said, leaning up to give Peter a loud kiss on the chin.

Peter's face darkened even more.

Isabella rose up: "What on earth are you dissatisfied with me!"

Peter: "No...I didn't...I'm not...your father is not satisfied with me..."

Isabella: "..."

The phone in her pocket was vibrating crazily. Isabella realized something, and she turned her head silently.

Through a layer of glass, Tony Stark in the living room looked at her expressionlessly.

Tony was surrounded by a circle of acquaintances. Steve was looking up at the ceiling, Hawkeye was looking down at the fruit plate, Bucky was frantically calling the cat behind the sofa, Howard was giving a thumbs up, raising his hand to talk to Ian Sabella said hello to Natasha...

Isabella: "...Is there still time for us to leave?"

Peter looked at the countless Mark armors surrounding the two of them, and silently hugged Isabella's waist.

"It's too late."

The author has something to say: the main text is over here, and there are two side stories, one Peter’s and one Bucky’s if line, which is a fantasy line, because the ending is NP, so it can only be a fantasy... …