Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

Tony seemed to be in a good mood.

He walked down the stairs with brisk steps and a slight smile on his lips. In his clear amber eyes, it seemed that golden honey was bubbling.

He is simply a sweet and heart-warming gentleman.

He only slept for less than five hours last night, and there was still a very light blue color under his eye circles, but when he walked over and stretched out his hand to pick up the slices of bread on the table, he hummed softly. Song.

The soothing and melodious tone, hummed by Mr. Mustache with a slightly hoarse voice, is like a gust of warm wind in a cold night, or like spreading a layer of sour jam on a piece of sweet bread.

The somewhat gloomy atmosphere at home due to the war suddenly became lighter.

Steve always got up very early. At this time, he had already run in the morning and had just taken a shower. The cool water dripped from the ends of his hair, making his face look very soft.

He sat at the dining table with a straight posture and greeted Tony with a smile.

Seeing him, Mr. Mustache seemed to be stunned for a moment. He didn't know what to think of. His originally happy face suddenly became weird, and his raised arms were slightly lowered.

The moment he saw Captain America, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. Then, he walked over quickly and pulled away the chair beside Steve.

He sat down beside Steve, tilted his head slightly, and took a bite of the soft bread.

He seemed to be thinking for a long time before he asked carefully, "Old...cough, Mr. Rogers, Captain America, I have to ask you a question."

"Please answer me honestly." As he said this, he tilted his head, his eyes drooped slightly, and there was a very serious look in his clear eyes.

Such a serious Tony made Steve couldn't help but become cautious.

His hands were flat on the table, his back was straight, in a very cautious gesture, then he nodded slightly, and said, "Say it."

Tony just laughed. He propped his chin and stared straight at Steve for a few seconds. Suddenly, he put down the bread in his hand and climbed onto the back of Steve's chair with a very friendly arm.

"Hey, don't be nervous." With that said, Tony patted Captain America on the shoulder, his beautiful eyes suddenly bent, and he asked, "Are we good friends, Steve?"

Although he didn't understand why Tony asked this question, the question was almost transparent to Steve. He didn't need to think about it at all, so he answered affirmatively: "Of course."

When he said this, his azure blue eyes were slightly bent, and his eyes were clear and full of tolerance.

This tolerance is not meant to be perfunctory. In fact, although the reason for Tony's question is unknown, Steve attaches great importance and seriousness to it.

But you also need to know that no matter how good and close the relationship between Iron Man and Captain America is, for this Mr. Mustache who is almost a century apart from him, let alone when he is the only child of his best friend.

——It's hard for Steve not to show a little concern for his elders.

Here it comes again, Tony pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable when he saw this look.

The sudden sense of age of this old popsicle is common, because he has been sleeping for 70 years, and Tony didn't care much about it in the past.

But it's different now.

He didn't want to call Uncle Steve to people for no reason.

You won't compromise even if you lose your head!

Thinking of this, Tony glanced secretly at a certain closed door that hadn't been opened yet, then turned his head without changing his expression, and lightly knocked on the table.

"I'm talking about friends of the same generation, equal friends, not your old popsicle-style favors from the last century." He pursed his lips and reminded quickly.

He had to get this done before he was exposed.

Hearing his words, Steve looked at him suspiciously. Although he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to pay attention to these things, after thinking about it, he still smiled indulgently: "Okay."

When Ah Shuang walked into the living room, she heard such fools as Tony.

——Obviously, Steve still doesn't know about the resurrection of Mr. Howard and Mrs. Maria, and Mr. Mustache seems to be planning to use this time difference to opportunistically.

I have to say, his opportunistic appearance looks really cute.

Ah Shuang spent half the night with Mrs. Maria yesterday on the issue of Tony's healthy growth. She is still a little sleepy, but her spirit is very high.

One of them is a super fan of Tony, who only knows all the time of Tony in these years through the plot of movies and comics, and the other is Tony's mother. Although she is always by his side, her consciousness is very vague.

Strictly speaking, none of them actually participated in the painful and happy days of Mr. Mustache.

This has to be said to be a distressing regret.

Because of this, amidst the bickering between the father and son, Ah Shuang, under the questioning of Mrs. Maria, told her in detail everything that happened to Tony from the perspective of fans.

Mr. Mustache who was busy arguing with his father heard it, and his expression was a little unnatural. After all, he was so proud that he had to admit that the little fans praised him as too perfect.

Also very distressing.

But which child can't talk about his grievances in front of his parents?

Tony may not, but it doesn't matter, his little fan club is a very positive one.

After all, she really likes it very much. The kind of loving and tolerant gentle eyes from her parents almost healed the pain of Mr. Mustache all these years.

I have to say that although it is not my own initiative to act like a baby to my parents, it is still a very pleasant thing.

The heavy and oppressive look on Tony's body seemed to fade a lot overnight.

He raised his eyes slightly, and the golden sunlight in the living room was shining brightly, inadvertently flowing into his eyes, it seemed that there was a little carefreeness in his youth.

Ah Shuang's steps stopped moving at once, and her heart softened, wishing that he could stay at this moment forever.

Tony obviously also saw the little fan girl, Mr. Mustache's lips curled up, and his eyebrows raised in an instant.

But there was no change in his face, he only quietly stretched out his finger, and made a playful "boosh" to the person in a direction that Steve couldn't see.

Ah Shuang was laughed cutely by him, and the little girl went to the dining table obediently, picked up a piece of bread cooperatively, and obediently used the food to prove that she couldn't speak.

Mr. Mustache, who was affirmed, smiled triumphantly. He lowered his head and picked up his slice of bread, and continued humming in satisfaction.

Steve was eating breakfast, and as he ate, he couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, listening carefully to the tone hummed by the gentleman beside him.

This tone is familiar to him, probably from a classic song of the last century, with a sense of antiquity.

Steve hadn't heard it for a long time, and at this moment, with a knife and fork in one hand and his chin in the other, he listened very carefully.

He felt kind, so he listened very attentively, but as he listened, Captain America, who was putting a piece of fried egg into his mouth, couldn't help but pause again.

He faintly felt that something was wrong.

Although this is the song he is familiar with, it seems that there is something different, but if there is a specific difference, it is probably...

The lyrics, which were originally full of emotion and enthusiasm, did not know when they all turned into the cadence of "Baby", and the tone was a little more soothing.It sounds like a lullaby for a baby.

Steve looked up in surprise.

You know, whether it is a popular song from the last century, or such a soft and soothing lullaby, this is obviously not the type that Tony likes.

Something wrong with Mr. Mustache apparently attracted more than one person's attention.

Natasha came over with a plate, she pulled out a chair and sat down, when she heard the tone of Tony's mouth clearly, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly.

"This is...?" She couldn't help but ask, with a little puzzlement in her eyes, obviously harboring the same doubts as Steve.

Someone asked this question, as if they had been waiting for a long time, and saw that Mr. Mustache's already happy face brightened instantly.

There was light in his eyes, and the lips were raised uncontrollably, but they were held flat with some restraint.

He tapped on the table lightly, coughed softly, and said triumphantly: "Cough... my mother... used to sing me a lullaby when I was young. How about it? Is it good?"

Steve: ? ? ?

Natasha: ? ? ?

Fortunately, this clueless show off was quickly answered.

As Mr. Mustache finished speaking, a very soft tone suddenly sounded in the living room.

"Tony." Someone called Tony's name and came down. She walked down the stairs slowly, raised her head, and showed a face that was not very unfamiliar.

Behind her was a more familiar gentleman.

Seeing this extremely familiar face, Steve's blue eyes slightly widened, and he froze for a moment due to his rare gaffe.

He pulled out his chair and went up to him, as if he couldn't believe it, and almost persistently looked at the fresh face of his best friend.

Howard also saw Steve, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes. He called Steve's name, patted his wife's shoulder lightly, and was about to walk towards his friend.

"Ahem...!!" At this moment, a very discordant voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Little Mr. Stark looked at his father displeasedly, knocked on the table, and looked at Steve with a little warning.

"Old Popsicle, don't forget what you promised me."

Having said that, he also walked over quickly, warmly embraced Steve's shoulders, and at the same time said to his father in a friendly way: "I haven't seen you before, let me introduce you, this is my good friend, Steve Husband, Captain America."

"Don't look at me that way, he promised himself that we will be friends of the same generation."

Howard's outstretched arm froze in mid-air: "..."

a bastard.

……

In the past many years, Howard even ignored many things in order to find his lost friend Captain America.

This includes his beloved son.

This is also the reason for Tony's faint rejection of Steve at first.

But not now.

Captain America is so good, it's so good, Tony the destroyer just likes to see his father dislike him but can't kill him.

In the living room, the father and son, who were already very close, quickly started arguing and tearing up.

Ah Shuang watched blankly with her chin in her hands. To be honest, if there were special effects, she would definitely add a few chicken feathers on the head of the captain who persuaded the fight.

It's too miserable.

But not everyone can have such happiness and joy.

In the tearful explanation of Ruiji Ni and Papa Huo, the others who were still sitting in the living room could easily understand what happened yesterday.

It is a wonderful thing that the parents who were thought to be lost have been by my side and never left.

They express their most sincere wishes for this, but for those who have similar experiences, while blessing, they will inevitably feel a little bit disappointed.

Just like Batman.

Since experiencing time travel, Bruce's routine has become much more regular. He has good physical strength and wakes up early in the morning. As a matter of course, he is often invited by Steve to run in the morning.

At this time, he had just come out of the bathroom not long ago, and sat down on the sofa in the living room. I have to say that Batman, who was wearing a silk shirt and dripping from the tips of his hair, was really sexy as hell.

Ah Shuang saw him by accident, blinked her eyes, and when she saw drops of water rolling down his beautiful and sharp side face, the heart of the steadfast iron fan couldn't help but thump.

He picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip slowly, then tilted his head seriously, listening to the tearing of the two mustaches.

When he heard "Mom and Dad have been with him", Batman was stunned for a moment.

Soon, he seemed to recall something very long ago, his back straightened subconsciously, and his dark blue eyes instantly became dark.

Ah Shuang kept staring at him. The little girl was biting a piece of bread, noticing his vague expression, her heart that was beating crazily stopped for an instant.

She put down the food in her hands, and was slightly stunned for a moment. When she wanted to understand Bruce's state of mind at the moment, the little girl held her chin and suddenly felt sad.

Because she suddenly remembered that it was never just Tony who longed for her parents and shouldered the responsibility.

The same goes for Bruce, and even to some extent, Batman may be a little heavier.

Ah Shuang suddenly remembered that when her iron-drinking father was tearful, Jiyou was also tearful and clutched her fingers, saying that the world must treat Bruce better.

That is also a person who should be treated kindly.

Ah Shuang suddenly couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

And now that the little wife is not here, of course Mark520 should be on it. Thinking of this, Ah Shuang took a sip of milk, rubbed her hands in her heart, and moved herself to Batman's side slowly.

She glanced into the pair of azure blue eyes that were too late to hide, as if covered by all the darkness, unable to see a ray of light.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and before Batman shrunk back, she snapped into his hand a glass of fresh milk delivered by a robot.

"You may not believe it when you say it."

Her voice was deep and low, with a little mystery.

Immediately afterwards, she quietly moved Batman's coffee aside, brought him a plate of bread, and said seriously, "But I don't think it's a coincidence that Nini's parents appeared."

"I'll tell you when you drink the milk."

Facing the little girl's behavior of calmly persuading him to eat healthy, Bruce lowered his eyes slightly, did not say much, and obediently took a sip of the milk in the glass.

His gaze softened a little.

The little girl looked at him very seriously, touched her wrist, and said very quickly: "Although I am not sure, but if you believe me, I am willing to swear in the name of Batman's little wife, I will definitely do it for you." You find your parents."

When Ah Shuang said this, she originally thought of her friend's deep love for Batman. When her mouth bald, she tried to bring some private goods to her, so as to have a name in front of the male god, but...

Batman: ?

"So, what exactly is Batman's little wife?" Bruce asked with some doubts. In fact, he had been curious about this question for a long time, but every time the little girl avoided it.

Ah Shuang: Ah...?

Ahhh what did I say? ?

No, it's not good to call it Mark520 like me!Why would someone want to be called Xiaojiao Wife, a name that is so catchy that it is hard to change it? (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

Aren't you afraid that you will overturn as soon as you see a male god in the future! ! !