When you have two sets of superheroes

Although Shirley repeatedly told Tony that she was free to spend whatever she wanted, and gave him a credit card and opened Zhifubao and Fabai, it was obviously unacceptable for Tony to spend money entirely on women. , he told Shirley that he wanted to go out to find a job, Shirley glanced at him lightly, "Do you have an ID card? Do you have a temporary residence permit for foreigners?"

Tony Black Hu Stark: "..."

"Don't think so much, I'll take you out to play at night." Shirley took a picture of his reactor, she always likes to touch his place recently, and finds it interesting, "But if someone asks, don't say what kind of billionaire you are , so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Tony raised his eyebrows, "Where are you going?"

"Nightclub."

"Uh..." Tony's expression became weird, "Are you sure you can get in?"

"……what?"

"Are you an adult?"

Shelly: "..."

The lights in the bar are dim, and the music is deafening. On the dance floor, there are men and women dancing together. Since the winter in the south itself is not too cold, there are many girls in cool clothes.

The two went through the crowd to a booth in a corner. Tony walked in front, and after a few steps, he turned back and pulled Shirley's wrist to lead her away. Shirley told him helplessly for the fifth time: "I'm really an adult." Yes, Tony."

"Oh, whether you're an adult or not, it's better to be careful in this environment." Tony shrugged, "Sweetheart, I'm going to buy wine, sit still and don't drink what others give you."

Shirley sighed, feeling as if she had an extra father.

She was bored and waited for Tony with her elbows on the table and her face on the table, but probably because she was sitting alone, someone came to strike up a conversation within a minute.Shirley smiled politely and said to him, "Sorry, there are people here. My friend is going to buy wine, and I'll be back in a while."

"It doesn't matter, I can buy it for you if you want."

"No really, thank you."

"Don't do that, just make friends."

The man sat down next to her, Shirley took off her coat and put it on the chair, only wearing a camisole and shorts, she clearly felt something slipping over her thigh, which made her wrinkle I frowned, but fortunately Tony came back at this time, put a tray on the table in one hand, and said to the man: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"No, nothing." The man stood up embarrassingly, looked down at Shirley when he walked past her, and muttered softly, "If you don't want to play in this kind of place, don't dress so flirtatiously."

Xue Li was expressionless. She maintained a calm posture of sitting upright with her upper body, but she bent her legs under the table and kicked his knees.

She crossed her legs and sneered, glanced at him contemptuously and indifferently at the end of her eyes, and said, "Sir, if your kidneys are not good, don't come to this kind of place to play."

The man got up with a livid face and left.

Tony laughed out loud, sat next to Shirley, clinked glasses with her, and said, "Energetic."

Shirley took a sip of her cocktail, then looked at another tray with ten small wine glasses on it, "What is this?"

"Mixed wine, maybe a little strong for you."

Shirley narrowed her eyes, "Do you want to kneel too, Tony Stark?"

Tony raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong when I didn't say it."

Alcohol can really arouse people's interest, coupled with the intense rock music, not only Tony, but even Shirley slowly let go after a few glasses of wine, leaning against him and talking nonsense.

Tony glanced at the empty wine glass on the table, and said in amazement: "You drink quite well."

"It's very good." Shirley finished the last small glass of mixed wine, "Of course, you're not bad either."

"Seriously, sweetheart, don't you have a boyfriend?" Tony leaned back in the chair, with his arms stretched out behind Shirley, "A lot of people are looking at you."

Shirley played with the small wine glass up and down, and said vaguely: "Well, not now, but... there was once." She closed her eyes, and the dark figure appeared in front of her, He smiled and said, "It's been a while."

Tony stared at her for a while, reached out to take off the wine glass, and took her hand, "Let's go dance."

Xue Li is not very good at dancing, so she can only sway her body lightly to the rhythm. The little prince of a nightclub like Tony is different. Li turned her head and saw it, her mouth twitched, and she said, "Sure enough, once a man flirts, it really doesn't matter to women."

Tony laughed and hugged her, "Relax, don't be so stiff." He patted Shirley's lower back with his hand. She was wearing a short vest, and her rough palms stuck to the skin, making her uncomfortable. He moved his body quite comfortably.

Then Tony noticed that Shirley's back was straightened up, almost like Captain America standing in a military posture.

"This is your waist, not a piece of mahjong, my dear." He murmured, "It shouldn't be, you are so good, there is no reason why you have such poor flexibility..."

"..." Shirley decisively changed the subject, "Tony, is there a girl you like? I can be your wingman."

"Oh sweetie, who else could I fancy with you in my arms?" he said.

Because the music was very loud, the two of them basically talked close to each other.Shirley glanced up at him, meeting Tony's eyes, rich and sweet like melted caramel.His eyes are large and round, giving Tony a youthful look - even with the beard.

"You have beautiful eyes," she said.

"Well, a lot of people say that." Tony laughed, looking down into her eyes, and said softly, "But... sweetheart, I have to say, you are the first person to really make me believe that."

He pressed against the tip of her nose and pressed her lips against her.

Shirley is basically immune to all love words, but probably because alcohol paralyzed her brain, she couldn't turn her head to avoid it for a while—or, she couldn't find a reason to avoid it in time.

It wasn't until the music switched to a new one that Shirley was startled by the suddenly louder music, and then she suddenly came back to her senses, and turned her head away while pressing Tony's shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Tony asked next to her ear, chuckled, and the sound of hot breathing moved around the ear, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Time to go back, Tony," Shirley said.

"Oheon, honey, you're not Cinderella, it's fine even if you don't go back before twelve o'clock."

"Tony, I'm not Cinderella and I don't have a fairy godmother, but I have Captain America."

Tony: "..."

Ruined.

It was past one o'clock when the two returned home, and the big size Steve and Tony sat on the sofa waiting for them. The moment Steve opened the door, he smelled the alcohol on their bodies, and his face darkened suddenly.

"elder sister."

He frowned, with a look of disapproval.

Tony covered his forehead, the alcohol made him a little confused about the world he lived in and Shirley, "God... the old popsicle actually called your sister... why did he call your sister? Baby, look at him like this—— "

Steve pulled Shirley in without saying a word. He almost wanted to shut Tony out, but reason and morality prevailed in the scuffle. He pulled Shirley back and left.

"I'm not… not drunk, Steve."

Shirley was pressed by his shoulders and sat on the bed. She slumped back like a cartilage, and muttered: "I'm not... well, a little bit, but not as drunk as you think."

Steve wrung out a hot towel to wash her face, Shirley didn't want to get up, so Steve covered her face with the towel, and tugged at the hem of Shirley's clothes that had almost shrunk to her ribs, trying to help her cover her stomach, but found that the clothes No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cover her under the navel, so I had to pull the quilt to cover her.

Shirley wiped her face indiscriminately, reached out to Steve, and was pulled up by him with a straight face.

"I'm fine, you go out and watch Tony and the others, I'm afraid they will fight."

"elder sister--"

Xue Li hurriedly begged for mercy: "I know, I made a wrong cap, and I will definitely not drink so much in the future."

Steve hesitated for a moment and said, "Natasha isn't asleep either, I'll call her over."

"No need, hey—"

Steve went out on his own, and Natasha came over quickly, she stepped forward, stretched out her finger and wiped the corner of Shirley's mouth.

"The lipstick is all over the outside," she said with some humor, "and Stark?"

"Oh..." Shirley hugged her waist and rubbed, "Nat, don't be like this, it's just an accident..."

In the living room came the voice of Steve speaking to the two Tonys. Natasha rubbed her hair and said, "I'll put water on for you to take a bath."

"Yeah." Shirley looked up, "mua!"

Unexpectedly, Shirley, who was drunk, would be so sticky. Natasha smiled, bent her eyes, and leaned over to kiss her.

Shirley fell asleep until she was unconscious, and was woken up by Steve to have lunch at noon. When she walked out of the room sleepily, she saw Tony lying on the table in the same way. Sunlight.

"Nightmare," Tony said, turning to her, his brown hair messed up, "Dancing with Popsicle, and I touched his ass."

Shelly: "..."

She took the painkiller from the cabinet and threw it to him, "It will feel better after taking this."

Tony put his chin on the table weakly, opened the pill and was about to swallow it raw, Shirley rolled her eyes, went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water.

"By the way, I found this next to the pillow when I woke up." Tony took out something from his pocket after taking the medicine, and Shirley took a closer look, and it turned out to be a batarang.

"Put it in my pillow, right next to my ear."

Shirley: "...bruce?"

"Shirley." Bruce stuck his head out of her pocket.

"Bruce," Shirley grabbed him out of his pocket, "it can't be like this, it's too dangerous."

Batman: "I think so."

Shirley: "no, I said no."

batman: "..."

He pushed Shirley's fingers away and retracted sullenly.

"Okay, listen to you."

Shelly: "..."

Very obedient, but a little unaccustomed to it.

However, since she and Tony came back late this time, Steve was a bit stricter when they went out together, and would call if they didn't come home after eleven o'clock, every half an hour until they got home.

But to be honest, the two never went out so late together again.They still get along and communicate as usual, but they don't say a word about the kiss that almost turned into a one-night stand that day.

That's what grown-ups do, and both of them clearly know how to do it.

Almost half a month has passed, and Tony still hasn't been able to go home.But it is worth mentioning that it is now approaching the new year - the new year of the new calendar, one week away from January 1st.

The two sat on the roof watching the stars, and Tony lay down while sitting, looking at the night.

"I've seen . . . aliens," he whispered, pointing to a point in the sky. -"

"Tony." Shirley interrupted him, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it." She took a sip of the beer in her hand, then took a new bottle and threw it to him.

Tony has always been eloquent and eloquent, and the pause of several times in a short sentence like this often proves the depression in his heart, which is worse than outright rage.

"This Avenger, Mister Iron Man, you put too much pressure on yourself."

"It can't be helped, Shirley." Tony rolled over and sat up, "I know there's a saying that the sky falls and the tall ones hold it up, but when you're the tall ones—I mean, honey, look Look at your city, I just want my country and my city to be as peaceful as here. There are no explosions, no aliens, no endless vicious incidents. Shirley, I can’t protect the whole world , but at least I have to protect the people I care about, but one day you will find that even just doing this is difficult."

He lowered his head, wiped the frost off the beer bottle with his fingertips, and said, "...very difficult."

Shirley didn't speak, Tony rubbed his face, opened the can of wine, turned his head and smiled at her, and said, "Sorry, it seems that I shouldn't tell you such sad things when the New Year is approaching." He recently learned A lot of interesting internet words.

"It's okay, this is not mourning, this is reality." Shirley said lightly, "Every country and every city has its own cancer, and they are not as peaceful and beautiful as they appear on the surface. Tony..." She sighed He took a deep breath, "Forget it, I have no position to say anything to you, your world is ultimately up to you to bear. But, at least here, relax a bit, Tony, just treat it as a repayment for my food and shelter these days " She clinked glasses with Tony and joked, "What's the matter Iron Man, isn't the nightclub here not as fun as yours?"

"Come on, let alone nightclubs, I've been retired for half a month except for the occasional drink." Tony rolled his eyes, "It's even more Captain America than Captain America."

"It's good for you, Tony," Shirley said. "It's good for your kidneys."

Tony: "...my kidney is fine thank you."

In the past, maybe he would use this topic to tease a few words ambiguously, but Shirley's reaction that day has already explained her attitude, and Tony will not ask for trouble. In fact, he thinks that they are in a good state now. Two people from different time and space—do not know each other, have no interest relationship, and maybe they will never see each other again after he returns. A lot of scruples and troubles went to him.He knew that Shirley had her secrets, such as those moving figurines, and Tony also had things he couldn't tell. They didn't intend to explore each other, and they just played with each other as two people who had some similarities in personality and got along well. Just together.

"It's New Year's Eve." He withdrew his thoughts and sighed softly.

Tony has never cared about this kind of life before, because he always has a lot of public or private things to do-the research on Mark armor occupies most of it, so he is equally busy whether it is Christmas or New Year.But now Tony is thrown here by himself. He has no ID card, money, connections, and tools. Even the two worlds have different levels of technological development. He can't do anything. He has no choice but to be a salted fish.

"Tony," Shirley said, "I have a hunch you'll be back soon."

"Premonition?" Tony tilted his head, a little surprised, "You can still predict?"

"It's not a prophecy, it's just a... let's call it a woman's sixth sense." Shirley shrugged, "I can't tell, maybe I can't, so don't expect too much."

"I think it's accurate." Tony said, "But I still hope to go back after the new year, and it can be regarded as the beginning and the end." He rubbed Shirley's hair and lay down again, "Do you want takeaway, sweetheart, I want to eat Barbecue and Malatang."

"You're fattening Tony Stark."

Tony touched his increasingly fat abdominal muscles, and resigned to his fate: "If you are fat, you will become fat. Let's talk about it when we go back. Didn't you let me relax?"

Shirley gave him a blank look: "...that's great, you will know how to be obedient at a time like this."

Tony smiled at her rascally, his eyes were like a starry night, open and bright.