[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

"......I'm late."

It was just about time for dinner, and the fragrant baking smell slowly wafted from the fireplace on one side, taking away the sultry heat.

Steve, carrying a gift bag, seemed to have arrived in a hurry, the skin under his eyelids still stained with greasy paint.

Everyone in the manor knew what was going on with the oil paint, after all the TV show was broadcast live.

This was the first time they realized that the famous Captain America would be a game black hole.

The snow on the steps was shoveled clean, and they found their open-air companions in the yard and piled them up, half the height of a person.

Every morning when it snowed last night, Robin, a young man who never sleeps in, would wake up vigorously early, and then take the shovel placed in the tool room in the yard as his duty, and wave several important shovels. All the snow on the road was shoveled away.

Iris, who was just waking up at this time, always had sleepy eyes. She only needed to open the curtains and look down, and she could see Dick's red face from stepping on the snow.At such times, she always hesitated to look at her still warm bed again and again, and rubbed back bit by bit in a tangled manner.

"It was the hand that moved the quilt first..." Facing Alfred who urged him to go downstairs to eat breakfast on time, he said weakly, but the speed of dressing his hands came quickly.

The warm milk is just the right temperature for your mouth, and the golden fried egg fried on one side can feel the slightly shaking egg yolk when you poke it with a fork. The soft bread and butter are placed in the center of the table, made of the freshest seasonal Dishes of fruit jams lay within easy reach of silver knives.

Returning from morning exercise with brisk steps on time, the way Dick sits across from her every day and eats, always makes Iris eat an extra bite of bread.

Well maybe not a bite, a lot.

Comparing her recent appetite with her previous food intake, perhaps the weight that did not increase gave her comfort. After only struggling with it for a while, Iris boldly stopped thinking about it and enjoyed the manor with peace of mind. Let your own taste become a bit tricky and delicious.

Maybe neither Bruce nor Dick realizes that they're picky eaters?

Daily passing through the corridor leading to the upstairs, the calendar at the entrance of the porch is still the retro loose-leaf style, and the bronzing cursive characters remind the daily itinerary and basic news.

After catching a glimpse of the date, Aerys paused, and the footsteps that had just passed her head slammed back, and the marked notes made her frown in doubt.

"Ready...ready? Ready for what?" The writing in black pen didn't look like Alfred's mark, but neither Bruce nor Dick could think of the word they wrote. what does that mean.

"Maybe it's festival preparations? I'm overthinking..."

【What Christmas gift do you want most? ——SR]

In the picture book she was holding, the thick rolling mountains seemed to jump out of the oil painting, and the dark brown brush strokes made her indulge in the dilution and color mixing of the pigments, and solemnly wrote down the possible mixing formula , Iris turned one page, and the bright colors of the next one caught the girl's eyes.

"Iris!!! Come watch TV—" Dick's hasty shout full of confusion and excitement reached her ears, and Iris, whose thoughts were interrupted, stretched and sat on the sofa all the time Maintaining a movement on the top also made her calf a little numb.

"Bring your phone and come quickly—"

The screen of the mobile phone not far away was still dark, and she didn't notice the information that came into view until Aerys picked it up.

Looking at this unusually familiar question strangely, while thinking about how to reply to Steve, she stepped on her slippers and walked downstairs.

[Do you want to hear what you imagined or what you can have in reality? ——IN】

"I don't think she's using her cell phone now, but she—er, replied?"

The wall-mounted TV just missed the close-up of the man at this time, and the camera was aimed at a very familiar mobile phone.

"—Let's see the reply!" The slender host had a humorous face, obviously a formal suit can make him wear a different funny style, "I want to hear what you can imagine or what you can have in reality ...oh what a great question!"

"..." It was very tacit, and Iris's hand holding the handrail of the stairs coincided with the expression of someone who seemed to be in the studio with a slightly nervous look.

The intertwined hands, the frozen sitting posture and Steve's slightly empty eyes, no matter what details Iris can say with certainty that he must be nervous.

However, Dick looked at Iris' palms that were still holding the phone tightly, and his eyes were also wide open. There may be a lot of emotions in them, but they may have been empty so there is nothing.

Alfred, who calmly appeared on the sofa, also paid attention to every move in front of him and on the TV. Such a scene is really rare. If Bruce was not sleeping because of the night of hunting last night, I believe He will definitely spend his time watching this development just like them.

"Uh, I just discovered this show too!" Sensing that Iris was staring at him, the young Robin immediately raised his hands above his head to show his innocence, "I'll call you as soon as this part is broadcast on TV. Reply so quickly?"

Well, so did the monitors in the studio — message the first contact in your personal life address book asking for Christmas presents.

The question is in line with the requirements set by Tony, very well-regulated and in line with today's theme.

First contact? !If she had known this, she shouldn't have chatted so much with him in the morning!Aerys thought sullenly, at least we can meet at night, why can't I hold back so much?

At this time, the phone buzzed, and she looked at the TV screen, looking at the latest news with some surprise.

[Can you describe both? ——SR]

"...Is it obvious that I just typed on the screen? Why did I receive it again so soon?" Staring at the bright and dazzling message, Aerys struggled resolutely, with an erratic tone: "I am now Is there still time to pretend that you are busy and have no time to reply?"

"There will be a delay in signal transmission." The well-informed old housekeeper patted her on the shoulder kindly with a relaxed smile. Dick moved to her side with great interest, pretending to be inadvertent but paying attention to Iris frequently. The phone screen cast a curious gaze.

"Don't, don't, it's a live broadcast. It's not good to release the captain's pigeon, right?"

"I, I, I—how should I answer?" She was struggling desperately, her eyes flickering, and she hesitated to type a few words, and then deleted them all dissatisfied.The cursor trembled, and Aerys felt short of words for a moment.

"Answer what you thought just now!"

"I think it's better to be cautious."

Two very different styles of advice, yet neither seems applicable at the moment.

"Don't be so nervous, Cap." Natasha and Barton sat on a double sofa together, between the two single sofas facing each other. The host and Steve chose one, and the atmosphere was delicate. .

"You see, we demonstrated it before you, didn't it go well?" Hawkeye supported his head with one hand, and praised the reliability of the eldest son who received the text message.

The child was still very talkative, and without asking a question like Iris, he directly asked his father for the latest robot model.

This happened to be the gift that Barton had already prepared to give them.

[This is different! ] Understanding the accusation in Steve's eyes, Natasha didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

"You should be glad that I blocked all contact information and only left the number in the background." Tony's lazy voice came from the earphones, and the three of them simultaneously imagined the scene where Stark was gloating and watching the show .

[Isn't that what you're supposed to do? ] The unsatisfied staring eyes explained many things. Steve responded to the host's improvisation without saying a word, and couldn't help but put on an expression of expectation. He looked at the waiting camera.

The flashing red dot of the operating camera reflected his face, which made him feel even more nervous.

"In my imagination, it's a Christmas dinner made by you - in the banquet hall at the top of the Avengers Building, everyone can gather together to spend a Christmas Eve together." The host read Shanshan with a smile. It was a late message. Before Steve could breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this joking text message, the second text message was displayed on the screen right after the first one.

"In reality, please contact Natasha again, when will the reprint of the Halloween special issue be available! - Haha, this gift is really unexpected."

Looking at the smiles of the host and the Black Widow in confusion, a small number of fans in the audience were fascinated by the smiles, which made him vigilantly dispel the idea of ​​asking.

"I think we can try the first gift next year. Maybe everyone agrees with this proposal."

The candles set off the atmosphere on the table. The five people at the banquet did not abide by the rule of not being allowed to speak. In fact, in such a relaxed atmosphere, no one would deliberately put on a straight face.

"Take me?" Dick eagerly waved the soup spoon. The creamy soup with a lot of cheese and mushrooms is always his favorite. "I want to see the elegance on the top of the Avengers Building too!"

The whole turkey had only been split in half at this moment, and the complete skeleton remained on the plate miraculously.Thinking of the few people at the table who were overqualified and skillful with boning knives, Iris felt a little embarrassed.

The crispy skin and the tender and juicy chicken, if not a few people still leave precious space in the stomach for the dessert after the meal, maybe there will not be so much left in this sumptuous dinner.

However, before the few people had finished enjoying the dinner, the sudden ringing of the bell made Bruce immediately put down the tableware in his hands.

There are no thick clouds, so the bat lights flicker, but it still reveals the unrest of the night.

Cursing secretly at the criminals who would come out to do things on Christmas Eve, he could only change his clothes in a hurry, and drove the Batmobile to the urban area where the accident occurred with a flick of the engine amidst the roar of the engine.

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