[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

The Starks are kind of weird.

Peter looked at Tony who was smiling kindly at him across the table, and then at Newbella who was winking at Tony, and moved back cautiously, full of doubts in his heart.

"What's wrong with your dad?" Taking advantage of Tony's opportunity to go to the minibar to get drinks, Peter secretly asked Newbella, "He looks at me so weirdly."

"You haven't seen each other for so long, he missed you." Newbella said nonsense, "If he says anything strange to you in the future, just treat him as a menopausal attack and don't take it to heart."

Peter: "... so your dad is really okay?"

"Actually..." Newbella hesitated whether to tell the truth or to confess in advance, but she was afraid that Peter would be frightened, so she had to give up after thinking about it, "Hey, it's nothing..."

Peter was even more confused: "What were you going to say?"

When Newbella raised her eyes, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Tony who was walking towards them excitedly, and she knew that he was going to make trouble by looking at his eyes.She quickly pulled Peter out: "It's all right, let's go, let's play Scrabble!"

"What are you trying to—"

Before Peter had time to finish his sentence, Newbella dragged him and ran out of the restaurant quickly, as if there were agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. chasing them, and the wind kicked up dust all the way.

"Wait—" Peter ran away, but still couldn't keep up with her speed, "New Bella, slow down!"

"Go quickly, don't let my dad catch up." Newbella glanced back from time to time, "Where's your spider silk? Use the spider silk to block the door lock."

"Did you quarrel with your dad?" Peter was dragged into the lounge by her, and just happened to be bumped by the plane. He staggered and almost slipped to the ground.

"I'm sorry." Newbella hurriedly supported Peter who was staggering, but encountered another violent bump, and the two immediately bumped into each other, "Ouch, be careful!"

"What are you doing?" Even halfway across the plane, Tony's roar still had the power to pierce the eardrums, "Airline stewardess, hurry—"

"Father!" Newbella yelled back angrily, "You promised me!"

Tony looked heartbroken, and Peter looked at him in bewilderment, then at Newbella, and finally at the flight attendant who had heard the shout.

"Okay...Okay." Tony forced a smile, and the smile didn't look the same as usual. "Anyone want a drink, Peter?"

"Um... no." Peter waved his hand, "Thank you, but I'm not old yet."

"What about you?" Tony asked the flight attendant, "Do you drink?"

The flight attendant shook his head: "Mr. Stark, drinking alcohol at work is against my professional ethics."

"It seems that Jarvis and I are the only ones to drink." Tony asked the flight attendant to bring him a pile of champagne, and sat down on the sofa by himself, "You play with your own, don't worry about me."

Peter carefully looked at Newbella's expression, she looked angry and helpless, and this situation made him even more confused.

Peter really wanted to ask Natasha how to deal with similar problems, but Tony said that the members were all wandering outside, and each one paid more attention to the concealment of identity and location, and even Jarvis couldn't find them.

"Sir, I received an encrypted message." Jarvis' voice broke the awkward situation in the lounge, "It's from Foxtrot."

"Who's Foxtrot?" Newbella asked quietly. "Steve?"

Tony made a movement to cover his left eye, and then made a movement to shave off all his hair. Newbella and Peter understood immediately, but they all showed surprised expressions.

"That's him," Tony said. "Jarvis, is the crack complete?"

"The cracking is over." Jarvis's voice was never in a hurry, "Do you need to launch it?"

"No, put it on my phone, and I'll tell them." Tony said, picked up the phone, and glanced briefly, "Um..."

"What's the matter?" Newbella asked anxiously, "What happened?"

"Agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. are going to the airport to intercept us." Tony handed her the phone, and Peter came to watch, "Don't be afraid, remember the universal answer I taught you, and I will take care of other things."

"Foxtrot isn't..." Peter hesitated and made a "NO.1" gesture, "Can't he control... those people?"

"And the board of directors." Tony sighed, "By the way, how is your application writing?"

"It's okay." Newbera frowned and studied the encrypted message, "I'm going to draw lots to choose a major."

"Catch... draw lots? Cough, cough, cough!" Tony coughed violently from the champagne, "Miss, are you a little too hasty?"

"No." Newbella returned the phone to him, "It's best to catch mythology, so that I can use it when I learn Greek mythology."

"In this case, why don't you just choose mythology?" Peter didn't understand very well, "What if you catch a major you don't want to study?"

Tony agrees: "Yeah, why not just choose?"

"How can that work?" Newbera's eyes widened, "If I choose directly, I won't be able to play the magic divination tube! And every time I catch it, I have a chance to get a wizard card reward, and I can exchange it for a collector's card if I collect all of them." gift bag."

Tony, Peter: "..."

"Is this... from Ginny?" Peter asked. "And from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes...toy?"

"To be precise, the magic divination tube is a kind of office supplies that combines divination, arithmetic and divination, astronomy and other magical disciplines. It has many functions. In addition to divination, it can also draw lots." Newbella explained solemnly, "Staff at the Ministry of Magic rely on it to determine dates for new bills to be published, important meetings to be held, and important documents to be signed."

Tony turned his head and asked Peter: "Do you understand?"

Peter looked confused: "I understand half of it, but I have a vague premonition."

"Me too." Tony took a big sip of wine, "I hope she can get tired of playing magic catch soon... well, magic divination tube."

"Huh~" Newbella gave them a big roll, "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is expected to update the content of wizard cards in January next year, so I won't get bored easily. Peter, come and play spelling." Game on!"

"Oh, here we come." Peter walked over obediently, "Will you choose the theme?"

"It chooses." Newbera held up a dark blue cylinder, "Dumbledore's card must be drawn!"

Tony looked at Peter's back, and then thought about his daughter's behavior, and suddenly felt an inexplicable love for that young man in his heart.

As long as Newbella is happy.Tony thought silently, as long as the children are happy, nothing else matters.

Foxtrot's intelligence was true. When Tony got off the plane with the two children, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were already waiting on the tarmac.

A dozen or so black official vehicles parked behind them in a low-key manner. They looked no different from ordinary government vehicles, but Tony knew quite well how many heavy|weapon|weapons were equipped on them—most of which were from Stark. Industrial, the interior design of the car is his own credit.

"Mr. Stark." A familiar agent stepped forward, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, wait... who are you?" Tony said casually, casually beckoning Ha to take the children into the car, and several agents immediately reached out to stop them.

"What does this mean?" Tony asked slightly angrily, "I have retired a long time ago, and all the materials in my hand have been destroyed. What reason do you have to harass me and my family again?"

"I'm here for Ares." The agent glanced at Newbella, "You know he..."

"What do I care?" Tony interrupted him, "[The Avengers] is disbanded, superheroes are no longer responsible for the safety of the people, how powerful S.H.I.E.L.D. Take care of it yourself?"

The agent wanted to say something more: "Mr. Stark..."

"As I said earlier, S.H.I.E.L.D. must deal with Victoria Hand fairly, or you will bear the consequences. Don't even try to find Newbella behind my back. She is protected by the "Underage Agents Protection Act." "Tony's attitude is tough, "Also, don't criticize me from the commanding heights of morality. S.H.I.E.L.D. has no right to criticize me for not doing enough and not being good enough."

"I don't understand what you mean," the agent said stiffly. "What are you talking about?"

"Isn't the large number of Death Eaters that appeared on the Irish border the day before yesterday a masterpiece of S.H.I.E.L.D., or a problem caused by Hand?" Tony put on his glasses leisurely, "S.H.I.E.L.D., don't ask others to be saints, Use the standard of a bitch to demand your own people."

Tony took out his phone to check the time: "Oh, there are still five seconds... four seconds... three seconds... two seconds... ding!"

As soon as the "ding" sound was finished, the livid-faced agent in front of him suddenly pressed the headset, and then his face turned from blue to white, then from white to blue, and finally showed an unsightly and indescribable color.

"Nothing happened?" Tony asked kindly, "Oh, I remembered your name, Blake?" Both Newbella and Peter looked this way vigorously, trying to get some exciting content, and Happy managed to get it Get them in the car.

The veins on Agent Black's neck bulged, he stared at Tony for a long time, and finally reluctantly said: "Retreat."

The other agents thought they heard it wrong, and they all cast questioning looks at Agent Black, but the assault team behind began to evacuate the scene, and the agents became even more puzzled.

"I said retreat!" Agent Black shouted loudly, turned around and strode away, "Let's go! Hurry up!"

"Hey, it's rude not to say goodbye." Tony brushed the dust off his sleeves, "Happy, let's go too!"

The author has something to say: Tony: Do not smoke!

Director Fury: I think you are black and I am so black!