[Comprehensive] sense of existence

He was sent to the Stark Tower with a red face, and before Charles left, he specially stamped Arale on her lips to show her ownership.

Alale was sweet in her heart, and happily walked into the building with her bag on her back. Before she walked in, her happy mood was halved immediately, and her face was full of sorrow.

She didn't know what to do either.

If it was someone else, she definitely wouldn't care about it. It's too late for a relationship now, so there's no time to care about other people's affairs.

But Tony is no one else.

Arale raised her head and looked up at the towering Stark Tower.It's too high, but it's like a sharp sword piercing into the sky. I don't feel it at ordinary times. Why is it so cold today?

After hesitating for a while, she turned around and got into the fast food restaurant next to her.

After a while, Arale went all the way up to the top floor with her big and small bags. She didn't see Stark before, but she met Xingjue first.Xingjue leaned against the wall and flirted with Gamora, seeing Arale with a very happy expression on his face.

"Hey, little Hera, you finally remember me." He walked up to her, looked behind her, and then he was relieved, and he opened his arms and hugged her.

Arale doesn't reject Xingjue. Xingjue has never forgotten to find the original owner ten years ago. This feeling cannot be replaced. She also wants to cherish this hard-won family relationship for the original owner.Letting him jump up and down when Charles was not around, Arale frowned and shook the bag in his left hand: "How could I forget you."

"I miss it so much." Xingjue took the bag and smelled the fragrance inside, with a satisfied face, "It's time for a jazz song."

Arale: "...eating well and dancing won't help you lose weight at all."

"My current figure is pretty good." Xingjue patted his stomach.

Arale comforted him: "Don't worry, you will gain weight soon."

She had a strong premonition.

Hearing this terrible curse, Xingjue tightened his stomach, with a sad expression on his face: "You forget that when I was a child, I danced with a finger, and you couldn't wait for the day when I danced with me?"

"……forgotten."

He shrugged boringly: "Little Hera, you are not as gentle, cute, kind and considerate as you were when you were a child."

Alale pulled out a smile, and clenched her fists threateningly: "In the future, you will know that I am less gentle, less cute, and less kind and considerate than you imagined."

Xingjue: "No matter how gentle, cute, kind and considerate you are, you are not as gentle, cute, kind and considerate as I imagined." He jumped to the side, afraid that little Hera would have a bad temper and hit him with a piece of plastic bag.

The previous Hera may not be able to, but the current Arale may not be.

Gamora walked over, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and seeing that she still had a bag of things in her hand, she seemed to be smarter than Xingjue to think of the reason why she came here.

"As far as I know, there seems to be something wrong with the boss of this building." She casually mentioned the situation to Alale.

Xingjue was taken aback, then turned to look at Gamora: "How do you know?"

Gamora smiled: "Because I have eyes and can observe."

Arale didn't expect Gamora to have such a strong observation ability, she looked around and asked cautiously: "Then has he been out these few days?"

"No."

Xingjue wondered: "How do you know?"

Gamora said indifferently: "Because I have a mouth, I can grasp what I want to know at any time as long as I have the means." Her fingers touched Xingjue's forehead, and moved him away little by little, "You are too close. "

"That way you can hear clearly."

Arale twitched the corner of her mouth: "You are hard of hearing."

"It's called serious listening." Xingjue corrected her, and then became suspicious, "Are you going alone? A man and a widow... No, no, no. I'll tell you..."

"I've grown up!" Alale stopped him and smiled, "I'm almost in my third year, and you still treat me like a child."

"What's wrong with thirty? He's younger than me anyway." Xingjue raised his eyebrows, "He's a billionaire on earth, I'm afraid you're greedy for vanity, oh why are you beating me!"

"My boyfriend is also a billionaire, and I still care about that little money." Arale shook her hair and rolled her eyes.

Xingjue: "...You didn't say it earlier! I knew I had a good relationship with my brother-in-law."

"It's not too late now."

Gamora saw that Alale had something on her mind, so she stopped Xingjue from talking nonsense.

"Let's talk about it next time, it's not like you won't miss her." Gamora snatched Star-Lord's bag, opened it and smelled it, "I'll call the raccoons for extra food."

Xingjue hurried to follow.He turned around and asked Alale not to be taken advantage of by other men. After saying a few words, Gamora had already entered. He was a little anxious that the two guys would snatch all the chicken legs, so he could only condense it into one sentence.

"Don't believe men's sweet words, except your brother's and mine!" Then he ran away in a hurry.

Seeing him yelling after entering the door, Alale couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked to the top floor.

Stark's laboratory is messy, and there is a scarred shield on the messy table.He was leaning against the door of the desk cabinet, his legs curled up naturally, the scars on his face hadn't healed, he bent his fingers to hold a bottle of canned beer, and drank it one after another.

In the center of the scarred armor, there was a deep puncture, like a sharp sword piercing through the chest.

Installed in countless models of armor, so eye-catching.

In the lonely room, except for these cold steel suits, he was the only one.

It seems that from the beginning to the end, he is really the only one.

A person has never owned and been owned.

He drank the last bit of beer in one gulp, squeezed the can hard enough to deform it, and finally threw it casually against the wall.

There was a clear sound from the wall, and then it fell to the ground and crashed into a pile of drunk soda cans.

Countless loneliness, grievances and depression seemed to crush him, and the emotions that could not be excreted could only be stagnated in his heart. This feeling seemed to swallow him up.Stark has never experienced such a day. The 3D restoration scene program he designed is still on the table. The parents' voices and smiles can only be remembered through this software. , Mother's gentleness, father's sternness, how ridiculous it looks now.

It's okay to have dry eyes, but Tony's head is very clear now.

Then Jarvis suddenly spoke.

"Sir, Miss Alare wants to see you, she is at the door now."

Tony's eyelids lifted.

"Let her go back."

Making a sound, he still didn't realize how hoarse his voice was.

His high spirits have been polished by reality, only at this moment when he is hiding in the room, he is Stark, not Iron Man in the eyes of the world.

Jarvis was silent for a while, and then spoke again: "Miss Alare sat at the door and said that she would wait until you let her in. But she said it doesn't matter if she comes in or not, and it doesn't matter if she does or doesn't do today's radio station, her boss doesn't want her anyway. gone."

Stark: "..."

After repeating what Arale said, Jarvis said with the same concern: "You are not alone, sir, you still have us."

Stark's throat moved, his eyes showed confusion, he looked around the surrounding scene without focus, and forced himself to stand up, his steps were a little vain.

His palm flicked slightly in the air.That recurring scene before his parents left was like a puff of smoke that dissipated in the air without sound, as if it never happened.

"Shut up here, no one is allowed to enter."

Stark straightened up again, as if repeating the action a thousand times, arming himself again.

When Arale saw Stark, he could hardly see any sadness except for the blood in his eyes and his pale face.

The stubble was not taken care of, the T-shirt was wrinkled, and he smelled of alcohol. If she believed that he was fine, he would be a pig.

"What are you doing here?" Stark sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, with a more careless expression on his face than usual.

"Come to find Xingjue, and I'll bring you something along the way." Alale shook the bag and said with a smile, without any cautiousness or sympathy in his tone.

"Burger King's Big Mac cheeseburger, I specially lined up to buy it." She sat next to Stark, opened the bag, and counted it while taking it out, "There are also fried chicken, beer, Coke, Sprite, and French fries. Bought for ten people! Today is just the two of us, let’s get drunk and never go home.”

Stark's eyes fell on her movements of taking things out one by one, and watched silently as she unfolded the things one by one and piled them all on the table.

Arale opened a can of Coke and stuffed it into his hand, and opened a bottle herself.

The numbing and cold liquid flowed down her throat, her irritating shoulders shrank, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"You paid for the hot spring club last time, and I agreed to treat you to dinner, and this time it finally came true." Arale raised the Coke can and motioned for him to clink his glasses.

"Charles paid for it." Stark said lightly.

Alale's movements froze, and his thoughts turned around in his mind, and finally angrily scolded him that he must have premeditated, put this matter aside, and insisted with a dead face: "Anyway, I owe you a meal! Come on!" Come, have a drink."

Stark didn't know why, so he touched it mechanically.

"This sip is to thank you for helping me in the initial stage of my career." Arale took a sip, "It was also when you started to be my boss."

Stark twitched his lips, as if he had forgotten about it a long time ago. At that time, he was interested in Ala Lei on a whim, but he didn't expect this guy to remember it all the time.The upward arc touched the wound on the corner of the mouth, and the smile stopped there.

Arale raised it again.

Stark gave a symbolic touch.

"This one is to thank you for saving my life when I fell from the height of the atmosphere."

Stark recalled the scene when Chitauri attacked the Earth for the second time. Alare and Deadpool were like kites with a broken string. If they fell, they would turn into a pile of meat sauce. What was he thinking at that time?As if thinking nothing, he rushed out.

After taking a sip, Arale held up the can again.

Still wanting to hear what she would say, Stark touched again.

"This one is to thank you for helping me make the ghost suit." Alalei pointed to her head and heart, "If it wasn't for it to protect me, I would have died a long time ago, and there will never be such a cute and beautiful little employee running away. I came to see you for fried chicken and beer."

Stark laughed silently.As far as her dead appearance is cute, if she didn't have the battle robe, she wouldn't know how she died. His intention at the beginning was to prevent this guy from being beaten to death for being too cheap. If she knew about it, he might not be beaten to death Own.

"There is one last sip." Arale didn't wait for Stark to make a move this time, she touched his Coke can, then drank it with a serious look, "Thank you for making me believe that flesh and blood can Be a superhero."

What she said was sensational.

Stark and Alella looked at each other for a long time, their expressions moved.

In an atmosphere full of emotion.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

Hit a coke-flavored belch.

The author has something to say:-

I watched this chapter of Nini’s personal edit [Flesh and Flesh] that I recommended before at station b.

Code words while dropping golden beans.

This chapter belongs to Nini.

Jarvis is still here, the little spider is helping his father, and Nini's good friend is not disabled.Arale can also accompany him to eat meat and drink Coke.

Nini is not alone

I hope that Marvel can also find someone to accompany Nini (although this probability is very small).

He is also an ordinary person, without a body of steel, but with a kind and warm heart like gold.