[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

Lizzie and Peter followed the line, moving forward little by little.

They have extra-curricular activities at Os Group today.Biology professor Dr. Curtis Connors gave a popular science talk there.

Lizzie was not interested at all.Taking advantage of the gap in the line, her fingers deftly pressed on the screen of the mobile phone.Her good partner, top student Peter, seems to be in high spirits.

He bumped her shoulder: "Have you heard of him? I checked a little information on the Internet, and he has made great achievements in cross-species genetics and world herpetology."

Lizzie didn't raise her head: "I hate science, if you didn't insist on me, I should recite the script at home."

"So how are you doing?"

"Not very much." She curled her lips, a little frustrated, "Well, I have to admit that I don't have this talent. But I'm working hard, so I can make up for it at least."

Peter comforted her: "The activity day is coming soon, and your singing voice will definitely amaze everyone. When God closed a door for you, he must have left a window for you."

Lizzie murmured, "I'll have to ask God to open the door for me again."

Her eyes paused briefly on the mobile phone chat interface, then raised the screen in front of Peter, and asked excitedly: "Hey, Pietro asked me to ask you, can you lend him the skateboard? Just for a day .”

"Okay, okay," Peter muttered, his hazel eyes sweeping around Lizzie sourly, "You've changed, Lizzie, I thought I was your best friend—"

Lizzie pulled her head out of the chat, and leaned on Peter's shoulder with a smile: "Of course, you will always be! We were just talking about the drama. Pietro said that he brought his sister Wanda to see me on the event day performance."

"The one who studied at the magic school? Is it vacation time?"

"No. The situation is a bit special. Wanda is an exchange student from the United States to the United Kingdom. She will return to Ilvermorny recently. The American magical world has not been peaceful recently, and she is a non-staff member of the American Council of Magic."

"Sounds amazing - because she's a wizard and a mutant?"

……

They were chatting in a few words, when suddenly there was a small commotion ahead.It was Dr. Connors who came over.

He was a light-blond, elegant-looking man with glasses on the bridge of his nose.It looks like a technician who has lived in a laboratory for a long time.

—No, there was still a difference: he had lost an arm.

"Cool." Peter murmured, looking at his empty right arm, as he began to introduce himself.

Lizzie stood behind the crowd and looked at the doctor. She frowned: "I disagree with you. I think he...is not a good person in the traditional sense."

Her intuition has always been accurate - Dr. Connors's inner flame seems very stable, without the slightest turmoil.But it is this calmness that makes people a little uneasy, as if something strange can be peeled off from the calm shell at any time.

There was a strange light in Peter's eyes: "But I have to know him."

"No, no, there are plenty of people who are accomplished in biology, Peter—"

"I've seen a picture of him in the basement of our house." Peter approached her, his voice low and dignified, "He is standing with my dad in the picture."

Lizzie couldn't help but look solemn: "He may indeed have some connection with your father. Maybe they used to be work partners."

"Maybe. So I'll have to pay a visit sometime."

"Be careful, Pete." Lizzie's brows were tightened, "I don't see any aggressive behavior from him at the moment, but good and evil are often in a single thought."

But Peter stretched his expression, put his arm on her shoulder, and looked like a good brother: "Why do you have any worries about Spider-Man, your good neighbor in New York? It's you, be careful. I always feel that these two days I'm The spider sensor calls a little more frequently."

"You're right," agreed Lizzie, "New York has been making me uneasy lately, and I've been feeling that way for a long time, in fact—"

"Someone is following me."

Peter was taken aback: "Is this true?"

"I'm not sure, hopefully I'm overthinking it. It's just a, a premonition of a crisis coming, a bit like before a storm."

When she was walking on the street, she occasionally felt prying eyes—just for a moment of secrecy, and then disappeared.She looked at the crowd: she was surrounded by ordinary people with stable hearts.

"Sometimes I feel like I smell a scent—not with my nose, but a kind of spiritual contact." Lizzie struggled to force out words, trying to make her partner understand, "From someone's heart The smell, it's very old, even a little decayed - I'm sure the owner must be older than me, and probably even overdue."

Peter was a little worried: "Have you notified the members of the Avengers?"

Lizzie forced a smile: "You know, they are very busy, and I don't want to use my sensitive mind to occupy the time of superheroes."

"Oh—I thought you would seek Mr. Stark's help immediately."

Lizzie scratched her cheek a little sheepishly, giving a "you guessed it" look.

"Uh, sure. I asked Tony—"

"Then?"

Lizzie's face suddenly lost expression: "Then he took out a piece of fruit jelly from his pocket, patted me and let me play by myself."

"Haha." Peter looked a little dumbfounded, trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, "It seems that they all want you to live in an ivory tower."

"Perhaps, though... I was raised in a beast cage."

Lizzie winked mischievously at him.She saw the flow of people in front of her slowly parting, and some of them were walking in the direction of the Oss Tree of Life.

"I've got to go, Peter. See you tomorrow!" She pulled out the crumpled script from her bag, and she had to go to rehearsal.

"See you tomorrow."

"Well, parting is so sad, I should like to say good night to you till morning!"

She read Juliet's lines affectionately, like a chant.Peter watched her walk away with an elegant gait, rubbed her upright arm with hairs, and said to himself.

"Please, I never want to hear someone speak to me like that again in my life."

……

Today's rehearsal classroom is a little different.

Lizzie noticed it as soon as she entered the door.During the short journey, countless drama actors who participated in the performance stared at her and whispered.

She walked straight to the dressing room, pushed open the innermost door with the heroine card, and stopped in her footsteps.

There are people in the dressing room.

To be precise, someone sat in her place.

Hearing the movement, the girl who took the seat turned her head: she is indeed an unfamiliar face, but she has a classic temperament that is very worthy of the stage.She smiled at her, showing a beautifully shaped swan-like neck sideways.

Lizzie was full of questions before she had time to ask, but there was another rush of footsteps behind her.

It's the teacher who is in charge of directing the play.

She was a little embarrassed and a little guilty, with sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose: "Barnes... I haven't had time to inform you, and I don't have to come from this week."

She paused, perhaps regaining her confidence from somewhere, and her expression gradually became more confident: "We have found a new drama actor. She has been performing outside for the first half of the year, and has accumulated quite excellent stage performance experience."

Lizzie froze.She looked at the strange girl, then at the teacher.

It turns out... it was a replacement.silently.

Then her hard work during this time will be in vain?

Pietro originally said...to take his sister Wanda to watch her play.

Lizzie felt as if she had been hit on the head with Thor's hammer, and there were stars in her eyes.A surge of anger and grievance surged up and buried her in an instant.

Her smiling face drooped, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed.

"Teacher, even if there is a replacement, you should notify in advance, so as not to waste the precious time of the students."

Lizzie couldn't hold back a stab, seeing the instructor's face that turned pale and white, she suddenly felt dull.

She stuffed the crumpled script back into her schoolbag, stepped on a pair of small leather shoes, turned around and left without looking at anyone else.

Not happy, she is going to sue her parents.

……

"So that's why you're back?"

Tony put the cup heavily on the china plate and raised his eyebrows.

The Avengers were drinking afternoon tea in a circle in the sun on the small terrace, listening to Lizzie rant.

It's also good to listen to girls' school troubles.You know, this is the only free afternoon for them in the past two days.

Lizzie spread out on the table dejectedly, and was so sad that she wanted to die: "Yeah, I was afraid that I couldn't control my temper at that time and broke the teacher in half, so how should it end?"

...There is this possibility.Sam glanced at her sympathetically, and offered another suggestion.

"Maybe you can use some tricks about your abilities..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a stern look from Captain America.

Sam shut his mouth.

Lizzie didn't notice the small exchange of eyes between them, and again she refused in distress.

"No, I'm afraid I'll crush someone's heart. I almost couldn't hold back that time with Rumlow."

...what did Rumlow do wrong to make you use him as an example every time.They are still in jail right now.

Tony picked up his teacup again, and Lizzie's eyes were briefly drawn to the cup.It really looks like a model that local tyrants would use, shining golden in the sun.She was stabbed in the eye, twisted her body and turned her head, and stopped looking at him.

It's so sad, the blow is too great, and she can't do anything!How could she be so miserable!

Lizzie picked up a yellow croissant, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhpieces of a "horn" was bitten off by her.

"No one stipulates that two programs cannot be released on the event day." Tony rarely complained for her, "Those who can do more work."

Lizzie was even more depressed when he said this.She crumpled herself into a rotten rag: "The key is that I'm not a capable person. I really can't act better than anyone else."

Although she has lofty ambitions, it's not like she can't understand her weight.The new "Juliet" has a wealth of experience in stage performances, as well as a beautiful temperament and figure, even if she wants to criticize, she feels that she cannot stand up.

Tony rubbed the top of her hair like a dog: "But no one can deny your efforts."

During this time, everyone was watching: Lizzie was almost dreaming of reciting lines.

Hearing this sentence, Lizzie felt that her tears were about to burst out.She sat where she was, poking her head into her elbow like an ostrich, her breathing choking.

The touch of Tony's palm was like the sun kissing the top of her hair, so warm.

She was silent for a long time, and made a wish in a small voice.

"I still really want to act—not the lead actress, but the tree by the Capulet's terrace."

……

Lizzie's little wish came true soon.

She officially became the willow tree by the windowsill of Capulet's house.

The news quickly spread throughout the class, and even the entire school.As soon as she came back from the drama class, she was surrounded by Ned, Peter and Chloe.

It seems that they couldn't accept this fact for a while: overnight, she was downgraded from a radiant heroine to a willow tree.

Chloe folded her arms and sneered: "Miss Doss doesn't have the right to change people without authorization, she didn't even tell me."

The New York girl is enraged, her friend insulted, and her role as head of the drama club is challenged.

Lizzie made a trip from the drama classroom and came back calm.She waved her hand: "It's okay, I just went to see the new heroine's performance, and it's really great."

She was convinced.

To say that she is indeed capable, she was brought into the play... When Juliet committed suicide by taking poison, she almost burst into tears.

Ned was terribly simple: "But she's not as good-looking as you."

Beside him, Peter also nodded.

Lizzie couldn't help showing a smile: "You guys will make me happy, this is the best news I've heard." She was very big-hearted, "Think about it, I haven't written all the words until yesterday. Write it down. It's all right now, once and for all."

She just needs to be responsible for making a beautiful willow tree, isn't it beautiful.

Fortunately, she still has a singing show, otherwise she will disappoint Pietro and Wanda!

Chloe waited for the three of you to look at me, and I looked at you, and finally cast all their eyes on Lizzie.She had a smirk on her face, as if she had stolen the sweetest little cream flower on the top of the cake.

They both sighed in unison.

……

Stark independent workshop.

"Stark Voice Log, Record: Date, Monday, July 24th."

"Dummy, do me a favor." Tony called to the little dummy.

The little clumsy poked his head out happily when he heard his father's words.He turned on the searchlight device on the table, and the air expanded accordingly, unfolding a small but delicate outer armor model.

Tony dragged it around with his fingers: "Let's take a look at Banner's primary model... Rough. Distributed energy supply is not strong enough. Add an arc reactor under the knees on both sides. The model should be larger, a total of eight indivual."

"Jarvis, log your system into the operator panel."

"Okay, sir."

"The recording is complete, let's start working."

Tony clicked on the virtual armor model: "Where is the flight equipment library?"

"Liberation authority: Battle damage repair. Spare parts have been configured on the satellite."

"Ah, it's in shape." Tony snapped his fingers. "This is a cute guy, even if he looks a little stupid. Let me think, should we give her a name?"

"Sir, you can name satellite systems at any time."

"Anti-Hulk? Plain and simple, but a little off-putting."

Tony thought.

"Okay, call her Veronica. Pretty girl, but a bit big."

Jarvis's metallic voice paused, and he seemed to be smiling when he spoke again: "Your taste is unparalleled, but I have to mention that it reminds me of Verona."

Verona, the place where the poignant love story of Romeo and Juliet took place.

Tony's voice was flat and unmoved: "What do you want to say, Jarvis?"

"Nothing, sir."

Tony snorted inexplicably, and changed the subject: "Dr. Banner is in the lab now? ——I hope so, he just said two days ago that the big green guy is not|quiet. Just because of his words, My sense of responsibility adds to my workload."

"I have always admired your serious and rigorous work attitude, sir."

"Hmm, after all, Stark is naturally warm-hearted."

Tony said perfunctorily.He squeezed his palms together, and the model shattered silently in the air.

"Come on, we have to do a test, immersive. My dad's famous saying, do it first."

Tony doesn't want to admit that he kind of wants to find an open space to try out the Hulk suit's air-to-surface missiles.

— just a little.

It took a second for Jarvis' voice to sound: "I'm afraid it won't work within three days. Our usual test area is currently under martial law."

Tony Stark couldn't believe his ears!

"Which department's authorization?"

"The Magical Council of America. They put up a No-Maj barrier."

Tony felt a little ridiculous: "We have never been in conflict with them. Jarvis, help me investigate the reason."

"Sifting data." During the short time Jarvis was working, Tony stepped on the work chair several times in boredom.

"There is a result, sir." After 1 minute, the smart butler reported to the master, "It's a witch riot."

"Two days ago a small group dressed as witches attacked pedestrians on Eighth Avenue with wands, injuring three people."

"Are they not supervised by the Magic Association?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, sir. The investigators of the Magical Council of America concluded that the spirit of this witch group came from the Middle Ages, based on the fact that the people in the portraits of Germanic witches hanging in the office of the Minister of Magic disappeared for no reason, leaving only an empty picture frame— —Looks like they ran off on their own.”

"The persecution of witches in the Middle Ages swept across Europe for hundreds of years. The four witches in the portrait were recognized as the most powerful witches at that time, and they were also the last to be hunted. They were finally burned to death alive, and their souls belonged to the portrait."

"Ridiculous." Tony sneered.

"The Magic Council has already taken action. It is not yet known what their next plan is, but they have very clear hostility towards ordinary people without magic power."

Tony waved his hand in disinterest: "Let the magic babies divided into two factions fight each other. I don't deny the existence of wizards, after all, there are all kinds of weird abilities in the world—"

"But I still love science more."

Technology changes the world, the famous saying of the Stark family of the steel family.They have always been so consistent.

"I couldn't agree more with you, sir."

"Well, I have such a long time free all of a sudden. I'm not used to it."

He has been busy with the anti-Hulk armor for a while, but now he is not quite used to it.

"Sir, I'd be happy to have a chat with you."

"It's rare, old man." Tony joked in a good mood, "What do you want to talk about?"

"A light topic, like a recent change in your habits."

Tony blinked in surprise: "Which area are you referring to?"

"You haven't accepted any cover girl invitations recently."

"I'm busy, you know."

"There's one more detail that catches my attention—as far as I know, you hate being handed things to you the most. But recently you've been able to take the donuts that the lady handed you naturally."

The "Miss" Jarvis said would only be Lizzie.

Tony's expression became unnatural.He pondered for a while, as if recalling it, his expression became even more unnatural.

"Why am I talking to you about that kinky little pervert—you've been trying to start a conversation since we were in the workshop. What the hell are you trying to say, Jarvis?"

"Simple, sir. I take it as a signal."

Tony yelled almost unbearably, albeit forcefully, "Hey, make it clear, man! Don't be so secretive."

There was a hidden smile in the mechanical voice: "—Love. The signal is called love. You are tempted, sir."

When a Stark is no longer indulging in red lights and green wine, and can even change his stereotypes for a person, he has probably smelled the taste of true love.

Tony's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"I'll just treat you as nonsense. Jarvis, I can repair it for you while I'm free."

……

The back-to-school activity day went smoothly in the intensive preparations.

The stage was well lit, decorated with beautiful flowers and balloons everywhere, the host calmly announced the curtain, and greeted the expectant eyes on the stage.

Lizzie crouched backstage so nervous she felt she was going to suffocate.

It should be said that she has seen big scenes before. At that time, she followed Captain America to perform everywhere for war bonds, and she could do high leg lifts in a short skirt.

But today is different!In the auditorium on the event day, there is a row of glittering figures sitting!

They are her parent group.

Looking at the past, the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Iron Man, and the Quicksilver brothers and sisters were sitting in a row of seats.Pietro first heard that he was going to sit next to these legends to watch the performance. He was so excited that he just asked Captain America for an autograph.

His sister Wanda sat between him and the little spider Peter, holding a bucket of popcorn in her hand, as if ready to watch a movie at any time.She had seen Lizzie backstage just now, and Lizzie had a good impression of her, her inner fire was brighter and surging than ever before, but on the surface alone, she was a beautiful and harmless girl.

As soon as this group of people appeared, they attracted the attention of the audience.Among the topic characters, Tony Stark was the calmest. He took off his sunglasses, dusted off his suit pants, and then crossed his legs.

Captain America helplessly: "Tony, move the pad under your butt to the side."

"Did it affect you? Sorry, my fault."

Tony moved his chin sideways.Some people can even describe an apology as a handout.

Suddenly the lights dimmed.The noisy auditorium gradually quieted down.

Tony quietly put down his crossed legs and sat upright.

The darkness covering all directions was like a starry night sky. In the pure black package, a ray of light burst like sparks, straight from top to bottom, illuminating the figure that suddenly descended on the stage.

The lights are really bright, and the person looks so sweet. Under the light, his cheeks look like peaches with fine fluff.Her honey brown eyelashes and honey brown curly hair lie safely together, like a butterfly perched on a milk bottle.

As the delicate piano accompaniment sounded, she opened her eyes.

Under the magnification of the lens, those eyes can't help but hold your breath: it's like opening an ivory box and seeing two pearls soaked in green light.

The accompaniment stalled, and she took a deep breath and parted her cherry lips.

……

"try to remember the kind of september (recalling the intoxicating September) / when life was low and oh some llow (time travels slowly and leisurely) /..."

She opened her cherry-like lips, and Jiuyue chewed the fragrant rice and wheat taste between her tongue and teeth, and the wind passing through the stands became quiet and transparent.

Tony returned to his youth almost immediately.

The mother's piano sound is like a sunny day after a heavy rain. With her voice, there is a kind of sweetness and moistness; the young Tony sits next to her, watching the sun rise and fall on her hair and fingers.

Lizzie's voice was very light, without any exaggeration, it was a trickle, which could easily carry people into the rivers of the past.

The frizzy adolescence swept Tony Stark's youth, so he ran amok in the world constructed by Howard; when he was over thirty, he finally learned to look back, but he could no longer describe the loneliness in the luxurious world.

If time went back, he would rather live in a small house and help his mother with chores, such as planting some roses in the garden.

……

"...God, I think I'm in love."

The low voice sounded out of time, and it was extraordinarily clear in the silent atmosphere.

Sitting in the back row of the superheroes, the short-haired boy who just expressed his love for spring scratched his head, not knowing why he was glared at by Mr. Iron Man.

Lizzie is indeed a natural singing material.Tony observed secretly: the young boys were fascinated by her mead-like voice and fell drunk in their seats, even Peter was fascinated.

Captain America is still reminiscing about the past with the Winter Soldier: "She sang very well at that time..."

The Winter Soldier nodded.His look stretched out in the light—he even shaved today.

Without the slight wrinkles between the brows and the corners of the mouth, he seemed to be the handsome and sweet young man in Brooklyn again.

Tony stared at the people on stage.She was so hot and glowing on the stage that he squinted his eyes.

...For some reason, he was not happy.

All he could think about was the little popsicle sitting by the French window and singing.At that time, the sound was sweet and the environment was empty.

—and he was the only one in the audience.

He was immersed in inexplicable thoughts all the time, and he didn't even realize that Lizzie had finished singing. He didn't applaud until he was overwhelmed by the surging applause from all directions.

Lizzie, flushed slightly, with bright eyes, spun down like a brisk bird.The hem of her skirt puffed up like a feather and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

……

The audience of Iron Man is the worst one in this audience.

The Quicksilver siblings and Peter are his complete opposites.The three of them were very congenial, they watched the show very seriously, and occasionally exchanged thoughts.

In his mind Tony laughed at them as a "school outing".

He didn't even bother to pretend to be interested in a show where Lizzie wasn't there.His mini tablet was spread out on his suit pants, and the light from the screen flickered on his face, with a very bored expression.

The last program of the event day was finally what he had been waiting for - the drama "Romeo and Juliet".

Lizzie plays a willow tree in it.

She should be one of the first to appear - because she was almost brought to the stage as a prop.When she was brought up, there were faint snickers from the audience.

Although Lizzie is completely dressed like a tree, she is black all over, with a little green on the top of her head.The appearance is horrible, but the clothes are very close-fitting, fully showing her slim and charming body curves.

She seemed to have a knack for playing a tree. She twisted her waist, her hair and arms drooped naturally in the same direction, and the willow tree suddenly had a surprising beauty.

The snickers also slowly died down.

The show begins.

Tony has to admit: he didn't have a second for the so-called beautiful heroine.What a strange thing!His eyeballs were all glued to the little willow tree.

As a tree, she does not have lines, but it is still very hard—she has to stand motionless on the stage and maintain a posture.Seeing Lizzie acting too seriously in this way, the parent group frowned and felt a little distressed.

Due to the deep skills of the actors and the full of emotions, the play is generally very successful-there is also a small episode, when Juliet sent off Romeo who met her on the terrace, she also said a line to the tree.

"God, how I need your help! If you can hear, let the wind blow through the willows and bring me a message. I will be deeply indebted to you!"

Naturally, trees cannot speak, and neither can the wind.

But Lizzie's tree can make emotes.When she heard Juliet's words, she frowned, showing a distressed look; as if the tree was also worried about Juliet's love.Standing helplessly, the dead plant suddenly became alive.

This distressed expression was very short, lasting only a second, but it was captured by the camera in time and projected on the big screen, and the audience in the audience were caught off guard and amused.

Tony couldn't help but curl his lips.

He laughed and thought, if he were Romeo, he would not like Juliet.

Ask for the cutest one.But then the love tragedy may turn into a suspense drama.

He was overjoyed by his associations.

The last show is over.Lizzie was standing on the stage in a regular manner, waiting for someone to remove her.Suddenly there was a commotion in the audience.

Lizzie looked over in confusion, and then held her breath.

The all-American, handsome and alluring Iron Man Tony Stark was taller than ever - he was stepping on his audience chairs, arms raised, a huge banner unfurled towards the stage.

There are several large characters written on it in beautiful gold and red fonts:

THE BEST WILLOW IN THE WORLD!

(The best willow tree in the world!)

Lizzie covered her mouth for a moment.Her eyes were already foggy, and her whole heart seemed to be soaked in sea water, wet and wrinkled.

She was finally removed from the stage with red eyes.

……

Lizzie went backstage and took off her hideous willow dress.

When she changed into her little skirt and went out, she was blocked by someone.

Tony Stark was standing around the corner, he was dressed in a suit, as he would every time he was going to a dinner party.

And Lizzie's heart beat every time she saw him.

She clutched her heart, and prayed desperately that Mr. Stark wouldn't hear the deer thumping in her chest.

Tony stood there smiling at him, arms outstretched like any elder.

Lizzie sniffed in embarrassment, and plunged into his arms without hesitation, eager and reckless.

She heard him send encouragement: "Well done, baby."

"I...I really don't know how to express my emotion, Tony."

Really bad.She thought to herself that she had an impulse again, wanting to hug something, kiss something, even bite something—just like what she felt at the commanding height of the Ferris wheel last time.

The palpitations are exactly the same.

Falling in love every day you meet Tony Stark.She is like a little goblin who has wandered into the garden by mistake, dazed by the beautiful scenery.

She secretly wrapped her arms a little tighter.

The two were still embracing tenderly, when footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor, it was Lizzie's parents who came backstage noisily.

Lizzie could even hear Peter's excited voice: "Today's performance was perfect! I mean, Lizzie is really amazing, I will definitely give her a hug later..."

Where Lizzie couldn't see, Tony raised his eyebrows.

Lizzie's call made Lizzie quickly break free from the pink throbbing. She poked her head out of Stark's shoulder, and was about to respond to Peter, but suddenly felt her hand was grabbed.

"……What's wrong?"

Lizzie looked back bewilderedly.

And Iron Man just raised a finger to his lips, and Lizzie vaguely discerned a "Shhh" mouth shape.

Then she was pulled away by a force.With stumbling steps, she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, and she was pushed into the abandoned dressing room behind her.

With a "click", the door was closed.

……

Lizzie sat dryly in a dark corner, not daring to vent her breath.She opened her eyes wide as Stark walked towards her as he locked the door behind his back.

She looked around like a puppy who had been put into a strange environment: this dressing room had indeed been abandoned for a long time, and it was full of messy things.

She dragged a cushion from the side, sat on it, and didn't dare to move anymore.

Lizzie's heart beat faster as Tony's footsteps approached.She now feels like a bottle of champagne, bubbling and about to pop the top, ready to burst into joy.

Okay, so nervous.

Having never been alone in a small space with Tony, Lizzie didn't want to admit that she was getting a little scared.

Tony walked up to her and crouched a step away.Lizzie could only see his vague outline in the darkness, but the flame in his heart was very clear.

The white flame heart was shaking non-stop at this moment, and it looked like it was jumping for joy.

Lizzie wondered a little absently: Why does it dance so hard, too?

Her mind was in a mess right now, and she couldn't think of an answer normally.If someone asks her now "what is 1 plus 1 equals", she probably doesn't know it at all.

In the subtle silence, she felt Tony move closer to her again, and then imitated her posture and sat down.

Now there is no distance between the two of them.

She moved her feet in even more embarrassment, and said without words: "You, do you want a mat? I can give you half."

The voice came out so dry that even she was startled.

Tony chuckled as if he couldn't help it.He turned his cheeks sideways, and his facial features were clearly depicted at close range.

Bottom lashes longer than a leprechaun, big eyes the color of maple syrup.

Lizzie froze again.

A halo of champagne foam flickered in Tony's pupils.A little dreamy and a little hazy.

It's so quiet here, but it's very noisy outside, and there are noisy noises everywhere.Lizzie first heard Peter yelling, and then Quicksilver joined in. Their lively yells mixed with Steve and Bucky's conversation, and a faint name "Lizzie" was synthesized.

They can't find her.

Is it an illusion? She seemed to be a little proud when she heard Tony laughing again just now.

"I, I should get out, sir—"

Lizzie stammered.She hesitated with her arms propped up