Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

An hour later, Tony sat at his desk again, and there was a big bag of sweets in front of him. There were so many kinds of sweets hidden in that unremarkable dessert shop, and there was another one that looked very interesting at first glance. The sweet shop owner of the story.This can also be regarded as a small bright spot in his current boring life.

"Jarvis, help me record the address of this dessert shop, and remind me to go to her house next time..." The following sentence became vague.Tony took a bite of the donut, and then couldn't help but pull the strawberry cake that was a little further away in front of him.

"Sir, your nutritionist advises that you..."

"Jarvis, you know I wouldn't mind getting a nutritionist!" That was really just a show to him.Tony hesitated among the desserts, and finally decided to try the recommended Napoleon.

When the taste of icing sugar moistened the taste buds, Stark couldn't help thinking of the maker of the dessert. ——The female shopkeeper named Novia Reeves is very good-looking, and she looks more suitable for a cold style. She is not the type of blond baby. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Stark would not I believe that these desserts are all made from her hands.

"But she seems to care more about your academic achievements, sir." Jarvis's voice came out inappropriately, and the artificial intelligence pointed out the truth of the matter with extreme wit, but it was obvious that the truth was not very flattering.

When he tasted the fifth variety, Tony finally remembered that something was missing - Novia didn't ask him for money!

The whole of New York knew that Stark's wealth was astonishing, so no one would worry about his bad debts.Tony was looking forward to Novia's surprise reaction the next time he saw him. Her dessert was approved by Mr. Stark, and the girl herself was considered half of her fan.

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Really - just half a fan!

Novia who came back to her senses almost stamped her feet and beat her chest.She couldn't believe that she ignored the fee for asking an academic question!I also blame that Mr. Stark for walking too confidently. When he picked up the dessert and turned to leave, Novia didn't react!

The female shopkeeper held her chin with a gloomy face, looked at the customers who were having afternoon tea in the shop, and couldn't help mourning the business money she flew away with wings.

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"It's here!" The beast with the schoolbag on his back took Andy, and the two rushed to the downstairs of the Avengers Building after a lot of hard work.

At this moment, the towering buildings were almost swallowed by a cloud, the sky was like an inverted abyss, and the swallowing process visible to the naked eye was still going on.

"I can feel the dagger moving." Andy finally didn't say anything nonsense this time.

Beast confirmed with his students with some surprise: "In your field of vision, isn't the dagger hovering on the roof?" The thick fog on the top of the building almost condensed into black.Therefore, most people would take it for granted that the dagger was on the top of the building, covering the building.

"I'm sure." Andy closed his eyes, and he could feel another world, completely made of energy.There is always a large blackness to fill the world.But every energy group is like a planet.The difference in the strength of energy and the completely different circulation methods have become the unique marks of each person.With the improvement of ability control, Andy also began to wonder whether ordinary people also exist in this darkness, but their sense of existence is too weak for him to feel it? Under the cover of his ability, can Professor X also feel such a completely different world?

But now is not the perfect time for Andy to pursue this issue.

Andy tried his best to track the movement of the dagger in the building.Its height fluctuates up and down, and sometimes there will be a sprint at a tricky angle, just like a cunning poisonous snake, but it is stronger than that-the dagger is the most delicious one in its food reserves.

"I feel like that dagger rests on different people's necks all the time." Literally.The dagger itself is a weapon. When it uses its ability to attack mentally, it can of course also perform its own job and wipe out other people's necks.

"Teacher, what shall we do?"

"There are only ordinary employees and a few Avengers in the building." After all, Beast was on the edge of the fog, aware of the danger, the hair on his body stood up slightly unconsciously, and the instinct beyond reason was about to explode. "We don't know who the Avengers are in the building yet..."

"If there is a particularly powerful person among them, is it possible to rescue all the people inside?" Andy expressed his conclusion with great anticipation: "I saw a particularly powerful person inside. His Ability is like a star, but it is usually buried in the shadows."

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Silent night.

The signboard at the entrance of the dessert shop has been flipped to 'resting'.Novia turned over all the chairs in the store. She was mopping and cleaning the floor routinely, but her mind was no longer on running the store.

This dagger is much more terrifying than she imagined.

Novia has lived in the fictional world for a day, and the dagger has deeply affected her, making her the same as other lambs waiting to be slaughtered—living the life she most wishes to live, and doing what she subconsciously most wants to do.

Following this logic, Novia really wants to open a dessert shop in New York where there are no acquaintances.

And Tony Stark really wants to be the president.

Novia had nothing to do with her silly and sweet behavior during the day.She was actually the one who made those things. Her wish was probably not to have encountered the rough experience before, so the dagger tacitly assumed that she would become a business operator who had trouble repaying the loan. At the same time, because she did not have those experiences, she He can even become half of Stark's brainless fan!

Nothing made Novia more depressed than this conclusion.She can accept the different life settings at the crossroads, but she cannot accept that another self may fall under Stark's suit pants.

But no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't let it go.The dagger has constructed a unified world. It must not be hoped that the people here will sleep to death in sweet dreams, and the real danger is yet to come.

Thinking of a better place, at least the night of the dagger world, she can remember that this is a fictional world, so she can do more preparations.

After straightening things out, Novia put down the mop in her hand and prepared to lock the store and leave.

A man stumbled into the store, and the bell hanging by the door was knocked loudly. Before Novia looked up, she thought it was the high school students who were in a rush to hold a party nearby, but after seeing the person who came, she couldn't help being stunned. for a moment.

"Why are you here?" Thinking of what happened during the day, Novia's attitude was not very good, she almost asked her own question in an angry tone.

It was still Stark who came, and he unexpectedly did not respond to Novia's question.At this time, Novia, who was overly angry, noticed the smell of alcohol on his body.

Stark didn't know why, he was very drunk, he squinted his eyes as much as possible to see what environment he was in, and then he stretched out a hand, pointing to the price list behind Novia, the most conspicuous The location's signature sweet treat - "Give me a box of donuts."

This is exactly the same line as in the daytime.

But Novia, who had recovered her memory, was not as easy to fool as she was during the day.One thing she knew very well - people like Stark, like the Mycroft she knew, didn't have the habit of carrying a wallet with them.

Look at the suit pants worn by Stark with flat pockets, let alone carrying cash!

— Freeload multiplied by two!

Novia's first reaction was to throw the man out.But Stark without the armor is just an ordinary person, and the dagger allows everyone to live the life they want.Stark's happy life is nothing more than that.

During the day, Novia had actually noticed the headlines in the newspaper about Tony's latest scandal.It's just Mr. Tony Stark, there is no description about Iron Man - that is to say, there is no golden and red armor in this world!

Stark has completely forgotten the reality on the other side. He is now just living a peaceful and luxurious life as a rich man, especially when ordering food. It's finding fault, and it's a perfect match.

"I want a box of donuts! Chocolate flavored!" Unfortunately, Mr. Stark's background voice was not enough to attract Novia's attention.He almost fell to the edge of a table, and leaned against the table to barely stand still.

Novia looked Stark up and down. A few days ago, she made some guesses about the current situation. Now, it's time for her to further confirm her point of view.

Is there any direct proof that Tony Stark is no longer Iron Man here?

Novia looked at the drunken Stark and showed a mischievous smile.The next second, her hand touched Stark's chest.

Through a thin shirt, the temperature of Stark's chest passed through, and Novia rubbed it, ready to continue.

A hand suddenly grabbed Novia's wrist, preventing her from moving forward.Novia looked up in surprise, and met a pair of caramel-colored eyes that were so drunk that they were slightly watery—this was just Stark's subconscious movement, and he didn't realize who was beside him at all.

Novia breathed a sigh of relief, the last time she had physical contact with someone was a long time ago.She stiffly separated Stark's fingers one by one, and it took a lot of effort to free her hand.

Stark, who lost his goal, looked a little confused. He looked at his hand carefully, and began to ask Novia in a rather puzzled tone-"I want donuts, why are you in my arms? coming?"

Novia was very annoyed by his description, but fortunately she still remembered that it was meaningless to argue with a drunk. Novia was obsessed with her goal, and her subordinates kept moving. Finally, she unbuttoned Stark's shirt buttons.

He was wearing a white shirt, which was clean and showed his figure.

"What are you doing!" Even though he was drunk, Stark finally realized his situation at this time.There was a chill in his chest——this shopkeeper with three heads had unbuttoned most of his buttons!Has he been attacked by aliens?

Novia stared dumbfounded at the way Stark covered his chest with his coat. He stepped back all the way to the wall, and looked at her vigilantly, guarding against her next move.

Novia originally had no intention of continuing to dismantle the 'packaging', she just wanted to make sure whether Stark's reactor still existed. ——There is nothing that cannot be proved by the fact that the clothes do not reveal blue light. You can only be sure if you take a look at the clothes.

Novia can actually understand Stark's idea quite well. If all disasters do not exist, Iron Man naturally does not need to exist. ···It would be great if he didn't stand so far away like a little daughter-in-law.

"Your donut."

Little did the shopkeeper who got her wish realize how out of the ordinary she was behaving.She took all the remaining desserts from the counter—chocolate and strawberry donuts, with a side of custard.

"You must promise me that you will not attack me!" The voice from the wall was a little muffled.Drunk Stark is definitely only three years old!No more!Novia felt like she was raising a large pet, she nodded with a headache, and watched the man sit at her dining table, eating donuts quite casually.

Maybe she should check again to see if Stark has a belly, that would be a good chance to laugh at him.

Novia thought so maliciously.