[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

On February [-]th, the weather was fine, which happened to be Valentine's Day.

"A date...why can't we just leave Chris with Bruce?"

Steve sat cross-legged with his arms around the excited little guy as if complaining, and rested his chin on the top of his son's head, which provoked a burst of dissatisfied resistance from him.

Chris, who is light and short-legged, can be blown away with just a gust of wind.

At first glance, the blond-haired blue-eyed boy seems to have completely inherited his own appearance, but if you see his face, you can find that Chris's unopened eyebrows and eyes are almost exactly the same as Iris.

"Compared to this...why come to the roof of the Avengers Building for a date!"

Iris delicately arranged the blown hair on her face, and simply took out a rubber band from her bag, and coiled her long hair that hadn't been tied up for a long time on top of her head.

"Have you forgotten, who is this little guy's favorite?"

"Tony!" Chris' simple cheer answered Steve's question, leaving Iris with an embarrassed smile, a little confused.

The clever big eyes wandered around, and the place where he sat under his buttocks was the place where Iron Man often landed. The boy expressed that he was very satisfied.

"I think he was very obvious at the dinner last time." Reluctantly, he looked at his son's fanboy mode, and Steve curled his lips helplessly, "Carrying his small chair, kicking the floor He ran to Tony's side, and even Jarvis was almost squeezed away by him."

Holding his soft white hand, Steve puffed his cheeks and moved closer to Chris's ear.

"Tell me, Dad is Captain America, why do you like Iron Man so much?"

"Of course, of course it's because Uncle Stark is so—so handsome, Dad, your story is too old-fashioned!" The young little guy looked at Steve fearlessly, holding his head up like He was angry with himself, and the man couldn't help laughing at it.

Iris raised her eyebrows: "How does it compare to Mom?"

"Then mom must be number one!" Chris said as a matter of course, and he snapped his fingers as he spoke, learning to answer quickly without a teacher: "Then Grandpa Alfred and Grandpa Bruce, um... ...Uncle Dick is good too, so let's go with Uncle Stark!"

"What about Jason Tim and Damian?" Iris pinched his little nose curiously.

"Forget about Tim, Damian is about the same age as me! It sounds awkward to call him uncle...he is also fierce." I deliberately didn't mention Steve who was listening to the conversation between the two. Husband, Chris pursed his lips and smiled a little shyly, "Uncle Jason said he wanted to pick me up to play the day after tomorrow, so let me tell you."

"Okay, go for a few days, where do you live?" The corner of his lips curled, and Aerys asked casually, "Where is he now? Let me tell him in person."

Sure enough, at this moment, Chris fell silent for a moment, and his big eyes seemed to be thinking about countermeasures.

"If he can be less awkward and go home a few more times a year, you can hang out with him for two days." His eyes lit up when he heard the meaningful words, and Iris hugged Steve from Steve's arms I met the boy, and looked at him kindly: "You have to go out with him...I don't care what you guys do, anyway, Jason himself will suffer from the consequences of taking you out for midnight racing last time." Taste it."

"But you promised mom that it's Bruce's birthday in two days and you'll bring him home?"

"Let's go, I have dinner on the opposite side of the Empire State Building. If I make it in time, can I go to the top of the Empire State Building to watch the fireworks after dinner?"

Shortly after the two established their relationship, Steve bought a car that was more convenient for life. However, the Harley motorcycle that he loved so much has not been less modified in the past two years.

Maybe it's because of heredity, anyway, the three members of this family like the fast speed very much. If the weather is fine, they will always go out for a picnic from time to time.

He specially chose to drive a motorcycle today, panting, Chris jumped out of Iris' arms, took off his small helmet, and looked like a motorcycle enthusiast, making passers-by smile knowingly and lamenting the boy's strength. Sweet smile.

It happened to be the time for dining, and it was also close to the scenic spots. The restaurant was full of lively scenes, and most of them were tourists.

"Let me order! I'll order!" Sitting restlessly next to Iris, Chris dangling his legs in the air, grabbing her cuff eagerly, made him stand at the table wondering The waiters they serve are all a little bit amused.

"Okay, okay, then Chris, can I leave dinner to you today?"

The boy patted his chest and smiled, revealing two small canine teeth.

"Well, here are three potato salads first, and then three ice creams." Excitedly turning to the first page, seeing the enticing pictures on it, Chris swallowed without hesitation, "There are also cakes and cakes. !"

Steve looked over his head and was amused: "Chris, you got the menu upside down, it's dessert, and you ordered so many desserts, you can't fit your favorite lamb chops in your stomach."

"Huh? Take it upside down?" With a flushed face, he hesitated to choose between dessert and lamb chops. His frown at a young age well entertained the adults present.

The sound of the restless engine was so obvious in the ears of Iris and Steve, who were sensitive. They looked down from the third floor to the street with people coming and going, and a black jeep suddenly appeared in his field of vision. within range.

The pitch-black body is still equipped with optical camouflage front windows, making it difficult to see the driver in the driver's seat, but just because of its weird driving route, Steve feels that today's meal may not be safe and sound. It went on.

The glass of the restaurant lobby on the first floor was easily smashed, the flying debris was accompanied by people's screams, and the piercing alarm bell rang almost at the same time.

"Give Mommy the same lamb chops as you chose, Chris." Pulling out the tablecloth under the tableware, Chris obediently lowered his head and let her tie it on his front. Taking this opportunity, Iris tilted her head to signal Looking at Steve, the meaning in his eyes is to go back quickly.

"OK, no problem!" Picking up a pen and drawing on the menu, the boy looked at his absent-minded father, and then ticked off the options for steak.

Sirloin steak, five-point doneness, and white wine.

Look, he is the sweetest little angel.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back later." A bad excuse that made Iris lose sight of him, and no matter how many times it was used, Chris never caught it.

Perhaps because of the large number of diners here, but the lack of security, this restaurant has become the first choice for robbers.

The gun-wielding gangster was dressed in black, and his well-organized and disciplined appearance caused the people trapped in the hall to hug each other tightly in fear and helplessness, trying to dispel the fear in their hearts with unity.

Arrogantly holding a machine gun and firing a swarm of bullets towards the ceiling, the leader of the robbers looked at the silent and silent crowd with satisfaction, and dropped a bag.

"We only want money, and we don't want to kill you here. If you are sensible, take out all your valuables within 10 minutes, and we won't make things difficult for you."

"Tony?"

Steve stood in the stairwell between the second and third floors, looked at his clothes in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, thought for a second, and then called Stark.

"Well, what's the matter?" Apparently at this point in time, Tony, who Jarvis took over his daily life, was also eating. "Hurry up if you have something to say, cap. Steak doesn't taste good when it's cold."

"The restaurant across from the Empire State Building, do you have reserved VIP seats?"

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Uh, I think there may have been a gun robbery down there, Tony, I'm going downstairs to deal with it now," Steve heard the movement below, and the speed of his speech became rapid, "But the process is over Finally, I don't want to waste the dinner my son ordered for me."

"...Ask baby Chris to order one for me, too, cap." Tony raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and moved the chair with wheels under his buttocks to the computer for a few seconds, "Okay Yes, now this restaurant is mine, and the VIP room on the top floor can be used as you like."

"...Okay, see you later." Hearing what Tony said between the lines, he gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, all his grief and indignation turned into motivation under his feet.

What is hatred for the rich?nonexistent.

"Hey, mom, why didn't dad come back after being away for so long?" Fresh lemonade was placed in the glass in front of him, with lemon slices stuck in the mouth of the glass, Chris took advantage of Iris not paying attention, and bit it curiously Take a sip.

"sour!!!"

The heart-wrenching taste made the boy drink the water in the glass with tears in his eyes, complaining that his mother didn't stop him in the first place, and Chris immediately forgot that he wanted to eat this piece of fruit.

"Lemons are sour, Chris, I'm stopping you, but you still want to try." Iris looked helplessly at his pitiful appearance holding the cup, and unkindly took a photo with his mobile phone, "But having said that, there are some things that you have to try yourself. Only after you have tried it will you know whether it is suitable for you."

"Then that's why you didn't let me go to the Xavier Youth Academy?" Chris said in a muffled voice, "Obviously, many uncles I know are mutants, and you are also a mutant, why can't I go to that school, but Want to go to elementary school in New York?"

Hearing that this topic was brought up again, Aerys sighed heavily in his heart.

The muzzles of the black holes were aimed at him neatly, Steve picked up a table as a shield, and he didn't see the existence of these hot weapons.

Today's attack was a little harder than usual, he thought, and when he came back to his senses, he was holding a table corner, and the groans of the fallen bandits seemed to remind the trembling the masses.

"Captain America! It's Captain America!"

"God, is the captain here to eat too!"

"Lucky today, man!"

No, no luck at all, Steve and the gangsters on the ground thought at the same time.

Maybe his call to Tony was really the right idea.

"Chris, listen, baby."

Iris looked at Chris, who was only six years old, but he didn't treat him as a child at all. The serious words were the kind he could understand, and the patient tone made Chris listen carefully.

"You still need a little time to prepare, and now you have too few people to come into contact with. Mom, Dad, and Uncle Tony are not good targets that can be used as a reference for learning."

"Why!" Shaking his head unhappily, the boy asked suspiciously: "You are all superheroes, so many children post your photos at home as role models, why can't I learn from you! A superhero like you!"

"The reason, Chris? The reason why you want to be a superhero?" Iris hugged him into her lap, and the two of them looked out the window where the traffic never stopped, "Your dad became a superhero because It was a chaotic time, and he had to become a soldier to defend his country."

"Uncle Tony became a superhero because he possessed the ability to make steel suits, and your brother Peter is the same, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." Taking advantage of the little spider indifferently, Iris continued. , "You have also seen the streets of Gotham. Grandpa Bruce spent his whole life fighting to eradicate Gotham's criminal forces."

"...But that elementary school is too boring!" The boy who has been extremely intelligent since birth certainly understood what she wanted to say, but he curled his lips unwillingly, Reese still hopes to have a less ordinary childhood, "I went to Xavier School, not to better control my abilities, nor to become an X-Men."

"Maybe, when you are 11 years old, Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry will send you an admission letter?"

Steve, who came late, appeared at the corner of the stairs, seeing that Chris had initially accepted Iris' teachings, he felt relieved at the moment.

"Didn't Mom say that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the most mysterious one?" Tilting his head and looking at his father who seemed to be a little different, Chris keenly noticed that Steve's clothes were not wiped clean. Going to the fine wood shavings, "Dad, what's the matter with the dirt on your clothes?"

A question made Steve startled, but the boy still lingered in Iris' arms like a normal person, refusing to get off.

Fortunately, Tony's figure appeared outside the window at this time. The golden-red color is one of the unique beauty of Manhattan. His arrival not only made Chris cheer, but even the passers-by nearby stopped. The work in hand cast him a glance of either respect or affection.

Taking this opportunity to rearrange his attire, Steve continued to praise his wit in his heart.

"Your Uncle Tony is coming to dinner with us today."

Children's forgetfulness is indeed the biggest. After such a toss, there is no place for the dirty things on the clothes in Chris's heart.

Chris cheered and rushed to the front to press the elevator button, while Steve took Iris's hand, their eyes intertwined, only seeing each other.

"Finally convinced him?" Couldn't help but lightly kissed her on the face, Steve looked at the boy who didn't look back from the corner of his eye, and finally there was a sense of dust settled in his mind.

"No, it's not easy to convince him." Aerys happily leaned into his arms, "Is it a sigh of relief now?"

"Of course I'm relieved, my dear." Said with emotion, the two of them walked towards the elevator door opened by the boy with their fingers interlocked.

that night.

"Secretly tell you, the Mad Hatter actually likes Alice."

The curtains tightly block the dark window and the scenery outside the window, and the blue and sea ripples are printed on the curtains and bed sheets, which is exactly the kind of masculinity that boys of this age want.

"Chris, it's getting late, do you want to sleep well?"

Aerys stroked the boy's short but very soft blond hair and said softly.

However, Chris has already figured out his mother's temper. Look, as long as he blinks like this and rolls around on the bed coquettishly, his mother will definitely stay and tell him another story.

"No, Mom~ I want to hear Alice's Adventures in Wonderland again, otherwise, Dad's story is also good!"

"That's right! I want the story of Dad and Uncle Bucky! Tell me again!"

The successful boy pulled the quilt and buried half of his face, his beautiful sapphire-like eyes sparkled with agility.

"Didn't you say that Dad's story is old-fashioned? What's the matter? Now it's changed again?" Iris adjusted the light at the head of the bed to the luminous mode at night, gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and simply got into his quilt .

"One last time, did you hear that?" Patting Chris's short legs that were still exposed, Iris helplessly tossed the direction of the quilt for him, "Otherwise, I will let your father educate you .”

Outside the door, Steve, who was holding on to the door frame, quietly looked at his wife and son: "..."

It looks like my wife is going to be snatched away by my son again tonight.

What to do, wait online, very urgent.

The author has something to say: oh, oh, late, late

I'm sorry, I went to the movies this afternoon so I didn't have time to update

After I came back, I was working on the update of the new article

qwqFat chapter, show sincerity!