[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

"—Come on, you're now the number one... who makes me think I have cancer."

Lizzie answered the conversation in a silly and bewildered way.

Much more serious than cancer.Tony thought about it and felt a little angry.

——Tie the "little girl" back to the Avengers Building, and blast it to ashes on the spot with a chest cannon.

The dark thoughts in his mind lingered, like the raging waves of the deep sea under the calm ice.

Li was completely unaware.It's also fortunate that she lost her ability, otherwise she would definitely be startled by the flames of his heart that were shaking rapidly.

She wanted to find a lighter topic: "When I first saw Dr. Banner transform into the Hulk, I was really stunned-I have a question, how did he manage to transform and the pants still fit? "

"Because it was made by Stark."

Lizzie's eyes simply widened.

"So it is. Is it true?"

Unexpectedly, Stark Industries is still doing this kind of business!

Tony sneered coldly: "Of course I lied to you, little idiot."

Instantly the blue eyes went from adoring to accusing Winky again.

Tony coaxed her: "babygirl, if you are really bored, I have a golden idea: I can read you a poem."

"Or do you prefer bedtime stories?"

Lizzie muttered, "No... Poetry."

Although I was a little moved... But the bedside story is only heard by children.She didn't want to be looked down upon by him anymore.

"—I don't want Elliott."

She refused at the speed of light before he could speak.She is such a vulgar and stingy girl, and she will never listen to the poetry that other literary girls love to hear.

Tony glanced at her with a half-smile.

He is very tolerant: "I will meet all your requirements."

Lizzie suddenly seemed to remember something, and brought a book from the other side of the bed—it was prepared by Steve because she was afraid that she would be bored, and she hadn't had time to read it.

"Borges."

She read word by word from the bronzing lettering on the spine of the book.

"uh-huh."

Tony reached out to take it, opened a page, and began to recite.

"...the god of fate has no mercy, and the long night of God has no end..."

His brow slowly wrinkled.

"Your body is nothing but time, time passing by, and you are nothing but every single moment of solitude..."

"Damn it, I'm so sad." He threw the book at the foot of the bed in extreme disgust, "Don't look at this, it's not good for the mental health of teenagers."

His eyes were already very picky, and now he couldn't see anything that was not positive.

Taking the lead himself, he has to say something positive.

"Honestly, every once in a while I picture a picture in my head — just occasionally."

Tony said, his face slowly became unnatural.

"They questioned me, hindered me, and locked you in a small dark room. You are as poor as a little lettuce, waiting for me to rescue you."

Lizzie couldn't help but be overjoyed.She never knew Tony had such a rich imagination.

"I'll crawl into your window sill on a stormy night. We'll kiss in the light of lightning and maybe have a dying pillow flirt."

Speaking of this, Tony looked resentful and pursed his lower lip.

"Hot and exciting." He muttered angrily, "It's not like now anyway."

Sure enough, a dream is a dream.He didn't want to stand in front of her hospital bed and cry like an abandoned husband.

One day, if you wear black all over your body——

Damn it, stop it!stop!

Improper imaginings drove him into a rage.Tony took a deep breath, thinking that he must have drank less chlorophyll juice recently.

"Are you okay...Tony?"

Lizzie waved at him inexplicably.Her voice as soft as cotton candy managed to bring back his broken thoughts.

He pretended to cough: "Wait, I was thinking about poetry just now—"

"Ah, there is."

Lizzie was in high spirits.

"I still remember one. I promise I haven't told any girls."

Lizzie looked extremely satisfied.She raised her chin, signaling him to start his performance.

"You play with the light of the universe every day. Shrewd lady guest, you come by flowers and water..."

Tony started.Lizzie couldn't stop laughing in his theatrical tones, light and funny.

He continued: "You are better than the lovely little white flower in my palm..."

Obviously this poem is too long, and Tony wrote it down one after another.But it doesn't matter, he remembered the most important thing.

"...I love you, my joy bites your cherry lips..."

Lizzie's small face was suddenly ashamed.

She had never heard him say "I love you" before.

But Tony isn't good at goosebump-inducing tenderness.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird - when the last beautiful sentence came out of his lips and teeth.

"I want to do it for you..." he breathed out, and approached those ears that were about to bleed maliciously, "what to do on the cherry tree in spring."

Lizzie heard that the word that he carried over in a breathless voice was "body".

She was like being fed a mouthful of cockroaches wrapped in honey, and before she could taste the sweetness, she was overwhelmed by a sense of shame that was not unfamiliar to her.

She fell onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

"goat."

"It's half a catty." Stark smiled shrewdly, "Neruda's "The Cherry Tree", I guess you like it."

"I do not like."

She pouted her ass and protested at him.

"But you like when I say I love you, sweetheart."

Lizzie immediately fell silent.

Tony imagined her little flushed face under the covers.He sighed and laughed—it didn't look like him at all, as if he had been cast with some unicorn magic, his whole person was incredibly gentle.

"You know, the captain has always cared about you."

In the darkness, Lizzie sharply pricked up her ears.

"Him and your brother—I mean, Bucky, they've been looking like they're trying to cut me out these days."

He shook his shoulders exaggeratedly, and complained: "On the day of the conversation, that old guy Steve punched me twice when he closed the door."

That was why he had been too lazy to tell Lizzie.Conversations between men are always so direct——

It's not fair.

——Because he learned all the damn boxing from him!

Although it didn't hit the vital point, it didn't hurt too much, it was more like being out of breath.The old Popsicle is cunning, with punches to the flesh and belly.Pick this kind of place that is difficult for people to notice.

Of course, if he wants to greet his handsome face with fists and kicks, he will definitely arm Veronica, and then tear his old bones apart!

Lizzie couldn't help it when she heard this, and she threw back the covers and threw herself on him angrily, avoiding his wound carefully.

"Hey, you should have told me earlier." Lizzie pushed up the hem of his clothes and touched his soft belly, which is now invisible, "You are a mortal, and I am on your side, You don't have to feel ashamed."

She was so distressed.If she had known earlier, she might have crossed her waist immediately to settle accounts with her parents!

Tony snickered shamelessly inwardly.Old Popsicle might faint if he heard her words.

He didn't intend to take advantage of the situation; on the contrary, he waved his hands very gracefully: "Don't worry, Suger. Even if the opponent is Captain America, I have never been defeated."

But the situation is special.

Iron Man is the best at any other moment!

This expression is completely "pretending to be strong" in Lizzie's opinion.She looked at this wounded steel baby with a look of love that dripped water.

"Don't—stop looking at me like that." Tony didn't hold on to this kind look for too long, "Honey, I want to tell you much more than that."

He was a little relieved: "It wasn't that we had no dialogue at all. At least after some punches and kicks, he was finally able to communicate with me normally."

Iron Man's voice paused, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone: "As for what I can tell him: whether I can combine with you or not, everything is up to you."

"They can object - of course, I don't care."

"Beasts need nests, dead people need coffins①." He spread his hands, "Why can't I need you?"

Others are all chasing the wind and clouds.You decide everything.

Lizzie stared at him blankly.For a moment, there was a hiccup-like sob.She foolishly stretched out the back of her hand and wiped her eyes.

Tony held her head helplessly: "Don't cry, my brain will stop thinking when you cry-or do you want a whole donut?"

Lizzie burst into laughter.

He still didn't forget to laugh at her about "crying when he couldn't eat a donut".Although the truth is far from the truth, she didn't shed tears for a little food at all.

"Shhh...I'll make you feel better. Your heart, your spirit, and your amazing little abilities."

His forehead was against hers, and his eyes met.A layer of sparkling waves flowed through his eyes, melting away his fatigue.Like sweet brown sea water.

He never looked knocked down, always in good spirits.

"Although Tony Stark is a mortal, he never lacks connections."

……

Stark workshop.

Jarvis opened up the entire database for his boss.Tony sat in the center chair, surrounded by a cold sea of ​​data.

His tongue licked heavily over his teeth.There is still a strong coffee bitterness left.

"You are indeed a little distressed, my friend."

A clear male voice suddenly sounded in the huge working room.Tony looked away.

Behind him stood a man with curly hair and blue eyes.Sensing that he was looking at him, the man smiled and put down his two fingers from his temples.

"I did contact you." Tony said calmly, "But it doesn't mean I can accept your sudden appearance at my workplace, huh? Summon the elf."

"Elf" shook his head with a smile.

"I didn't hack into your security system."

"Yeah, because you don't need it."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"And you need my help, so I showed up in time to solve your problem."

However, the help-seeker crossed his legs ungratefully: "It sounds a bit gross."

Professor Charles tried to put the topic straight: "Can we talk about something serious? For example, the girl who really needs help."

Tony snapped his fingers, and the database as vast as the deep blue ocean suddenly disappeared.

His voice also became slightly lower: "I mentioned something to you. Her current physical condition can't be better, but her ability to be a mutant has disappeared. I also suspect that her mind has been severely injured."

"If you rule out the possibility that you don't want to use your ability...the situation will become troublesome. I have to see her first."

Charles' ending sound rose: "Where is she? Your 'little friend'."

The author has something to say: ①: "The Beast Needs a Nest" by Tsvetaeva.

②I love Borges, and I have no intention of belittling him! ! (kneel)

③Professor young state.

Please don't talk about the plot and timeline with me, and bow to your appearance and hair. (PS My X-Men and Wolverine line will not follow the original work a bit, let’s take it as a parallel space)