Group favorite daughter [Zhongyingmei]

Deadpool's return brought a pile of rubbish in the eyes of others, but only Deadpool and Ella knew what he really brought back.

The original routine of X Academy suddenly became strange.

The onlookers were all taken back to class by Logan, Charles cleared the venue, and quietly opened the barrier with spiritual power to prevent their conversation from being snooped on.

The little girl who noticed the mental fluctuations looked in his direction curiously, and rolled her eyes knowingly.

"Hey baby, we're reminiscing about the good old days, and you're smiling so sweetly at other men!" Sitting cross-legged on the lawn under the big tree, Deadpool was heartbroken, "You just picked up my little flower!"

"Sorry, Wade," Ella turned her head and leaned halfway up to touch his face, "I'm listening."

Originally, the little girl also wanted to imitate Wade's cross-legged posture, but her legs were too short, so she couldn't cross her legs no matter what, so she just folded her feet in front of her body. He kept leaning back, and when he was about to fall, he was held firmly by a big hand.

Behind him, the deep and magnetic British voice carefully warned, "Be careful, don't fall."

"Understood, Dad." The little girl replied with a smile.

After thumping twice and standing still, Ella sat cross-legged next to Deadpool again, cross-legged and looked curiously at the pile of messy things in front of her, "What are these?"

"A memento from the past."

Hands wearing black gloves pulled the alarm clock out from the inside. The silver casing bore black marks from gunpowder burns, and the dial in the middle turned into a sunken bullet hole. Deadpool shook, and the parts in the alarm clock jingled The bell rang, "On the first day you arrived in the belt, the alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning was screaming in your head like a goddamn big-mouthed bird, so I shot the alarm clock down, only to find out The alarm clock is ringing in my head."

Thinking about it now, Deadpool still has a headache, "The sound is getting louder even if I can't turn it off, I almost stuck a knife into my brain to see if there is a short circuit."

As soon as he said this, Ella remembered, and said confidently, "You still don't get up at six o'clock, and Dad has already worked all night by then!"

Jarvis, who was dressed in a black suit, bent his knees and sat beside her without hesitation, and blinked when he heard this, "Is it the time you just got lost?"

"Yes," the little girl nodded affirmatively, "I even specially set the alarm clock to turn it on in the morning to help."

"Come on, I didn't know you had a father back then." Deadpool rolled his eyes through the mask, "You scrapped my alarm clock the first time we met. As a friendly exchange, I deleted your alarm clock." Function."

Having said that, Deadpool rubbed his chin, "Oh, my sweetheart was so good back then, I didn't shake my hands when I deleted the function, and it was easier than my brother to open a wooden warehouse."

"..." Ella turned to look at Jarvis, "Dad?"

Jarvis understood her meaning very well, he smiled and looked at Deadpool, "You are tricking babies, Mr. Wilson."

"This is a sweet touch!" Deadpool made a handsome gesture of stroking his bangs, "On that sunny morning, we met—"

Ella couldn't help complaining, "Then you deleted my alarm clock function."

Deadpool tilted his head, "But didn't I download it for you later?"

I can't remember the rest, but the little girl still has related memories about this, she wrinkled her nose, "That's because you were late for a mission and let others steal the mission goal, so I remembered that I still have an alarm clock function. "

Deadpool waved his hand casually, "It's not important, my dear, in short, the best partner in the world starts with a wonderful encounter~"

"and then?"

"Then?" Deadpool rubbed his chin and looked up and down in front of the little girl, "Let me take a look first, how much ability do you have now?"

The little girl tilted her head, "Ability?"

"Capability as a system."

Breaking her fingers, Ella counted one by one, "Map, teammate channel, primary healing." After a pause, she raised three little fingers between the two of them, "Only these three."

"Oh my god, my brother actually deleted you from the combat system and turned you into a tit!" Deadpool slapped his forehead, his tone annoyed, but he didn't seem so sincere.

"Battle system?"

"Yes!" Deadpool's tone was high, and he slapped the ground, "But I don't regret it, you must know that my best partner doesn't need much combat power, and the law attack system is different from my painting style. Brother is a melee fighter!"

Ella's eyes widened, "But I don't have magic at all, I'm not even a mutant!"

"Compared to those babies, your own abilities are much more powerful," Deadpool pulled out a rainbow pony from the pile of garbage and stuffed it into her hand. At the same time, a message popped up in Ella's system.

[Ding~Receive the plug-in "All the thicker and taller than me in the world, go to hell!", do you want to install it? 】

Little Ella: "..."

The little girl turned her head to look at Jarvis who shared the system in confusion, "Dad? What does this mean?"

Doesn't look like a serious plugin?

Jarvis stared at the line for two seconds, his cobalt blue eyes flashed coldly across the tights of the red and black uniform, and the number behind the line belonging to Wade Wilson in the memo silently increased by one.

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"It's just a name. I believe Mr. Wilson will tell you what kind of skill it is." The blond man looked at Deadpool with a smile on his lips, and his tone was calm and calm, "Right?"

Hiss——Deadpool's back suddenly felt cold, he shook his shoulders and looked at it strangely, the knife was indeed inserted into the scabbard but not his back, causing blood.

"Hey, of course the name has to be changed to match Columbia's harmonious style of painting, right? Let's try it now?"

Ella loaded according to her words, and while she was loading, Jarvis took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, opened the slender golden frame casually with his slender fingers, and placed them on the tall frame with his downcast eyes. On the bridge of his nose, some thin fingertips pushed the frame to make it more stable.

The little girl asked curiously, "What is this?"

"As an auxiliary energy detection device." Jarvis turned his head sideways. The light golden hair and the same-color mirror frame together reflected the light spots leaking from the branches and leaves. "It happened to be brought out today."

"Looks good!" Ella took several photos with great interest, and then paused, "The loading is complete."

"Try it," Deadpool jumped up and squatted next to her, just as tall as her, his hands on his knees, looking more excited than Ella, "[beep——] [beep——] or [beep Beep—], you can use whatever posture you want."

posture?Ella thought about it, imitated Jarvis' training and made a standard Sanda gesture, stretched out her right hand and punched the air, and shouted in a milky and tender voice, "Ha!"

boom!Dirt and grass leaves splashed everywhere, and there was a hole the size of a watermelon on the ground, while little Ella was so shocked that she sat down on the ground, subconsciously leaned over to look, and pressed the mud with her little hand, "Wow!"

Deadpool, who was sitting on the ground in the same posture as the little girl, covered his face in surprise, "Just say it! The skill is like a friend with sex. You can find it after deleting it, and it's still useful after you find it."

Wiping the dirt with both hands, the soft little hands that still had mud stains opened and closed in front of them. Ella looked at her hands in disbelief, "It's amazing!"

Jarvis lowered his eyes and touched the top of her hair, and passed the data recorded just now to her, "It's an energy beam, which is similar in power to the repulsive cannon of Mark VI, okay?"

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded happily when she heard that she could punch a fist like a repulsion cannon, but her smile faltered in the next second, "But I have no strength."

Deadpool sneered unabashedly at this, "You can blow his little [beep-beep--] with one punch and kill with one move, although the scene will be a bit disgusting and the howling like a pig is very hot, but It still works."

Ella flattened her mouth aggrieved, "Then it's the same as nothing..." After punching her, she lost the strength to even run.

"He has absolutely no ability to fight back when he finds the right place, honey, think back when you were with brother, a skill superimposed directly blasted through three walls," Deadpool blinked innocently to comfort, "Wait you have Brother is so strong, burly and powerful, he can probably blow his dog's head off with a single punch and have a brilliant fireworks show."

Glancing at the firm muscles bulging under Wade's tight uniform, the little girl turned her head, "...huh!"

Since she has no strength, Ella is not in a hurry for the next experiment, and sits on the ground to continue loading other plug-ins.

The tender little milk voice asked, "What is [moaning in the middle of the night makes you feel so good]?"

Deadpool sat on the ground and grabbed grass, thought for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Maybe it's a sound wave?"

"What about【Put it in, it's cool and pull it out, it hurts】?】

The black leather gloves poked the wet mud, and Deadpool raised his muddy middle finger and frowned in thought, "It seems to be a sword skill."

"And [don't be alone in the middle of the night—"

Click!Before the little girl finished reading, there was a sound of metal rubbing, and the double knives on Deadpool's back suddenly pulled out and crossed him around his neck.

"Ella, can you wait for us for 3 minutes?" Jarvis's gentle voice came from above the head, the little girl nodded, then lowered her head and continued to study the newly arrived plug-in.

Not paying attention to the two knives on his neck, Deadpool looked up and saw Jarvis looking at him.The light blond hair is very dazzling under the light. The blond forehead hair is a little casual on the golden frame. The white light on the lens flashes, revealing the slightly curved cobalt blue eyes underneath. There is a faint smile, the lips move slightly, and the British accent is gentlemanly and elegant.

"Come here with me, Mr. Wilson, please."

Deadpool:"……"

He couldn't help shaking his head, "Blonde hair, blue eyes, white shirt, black suit, gold-rimmed glasses, an elegant gentleman with a British accent, what a ready-made housekeeper for beasts and ghosts!"

"Really? It's not necessarily accurate to judge attributes based on appearance alone. It is recommended that you assist with daily observation and psychological evaluation." Jarvis replied calmly, with slightly lowered eyes, long golden eyelashes rubbing against the lens and slightly curved at the end , "It won't take you too long."

"Oh well, although there is a premonition that I will be killed at any time, but brother likes excitement!"

After walking to the big tree, I could vaguely hear scattered sentences such as "Don't trample me carelessly", "EC Dafa is good", "Is the brain...", but Ella didn't care.

With Dad, how could something happen?

Three minutes later, Deadpool came back on time. He was quieter, sitting there without speaking.

Ayla is a little strange. You must know that even if she was just a small system in the teleportation belt, he could chatter from morning to night with one mouth.

"Wade?"

Deadpool turned his head, nodded seriously and replied, "Yes, that's right, my dear, now let me teach you how to use your skills."

"..." Ella looked at him worriedly, a little wanting to add a healing skill to him, "Are you okay?"

"Of course, why should I be in trouble? It is my honor to serve you." As he spoke, Deadpool, who stood upright, stroked his chest with his right hand and slightly bowed in a standard gentleman's salute. "Next, let's talk about skill upgrades. How about it?"

"...Dad?" Ella turned back to Jarvis. "What's wrong with him?"

Reaching out to pick the little girl up from the ground, Jarvis patted the grass leaves and dirt on the green skirt, Jarvis hugged the little girl in his arms, bent his eyes and turned his head, "It's nothing, it's just that Charles thinks, at least in school, Mr Wilson should remain a gentleman."

The little girl said "Oh" slowly, obviously Jarvis's father was a very gentleman, but now she felt a little uncomfortable seeing Wade as a gentleman.

All in all, it was very strange.

For the next 5 minutes, little Ella and Wade discussed the loading and types of new functions together, and also mentioned the effect of the activation code by the way.

The original three skills are all upgraded to intermediate level, the map scanning speed is doubled, and the real-time range is expanded by one-half; the teammate channel has been expanded from the previous Ayla as the center of the brain to be able to communicate with communication equipment, and can also send The picture is now; healing skills are no longer limited to trauma and mental healing, but can heal negative states such as fatigue, weakness, poisoning, coma, etc. The healing effect varies according to the actual situation, but the growth of lost organs still does not work.

And after the skill is upgraded to the intermediate level, there is no activation code anymore, and it needs continuous exercise and use to continue to improve the level.

After sorting out all the information, Ella frowned in confusion, pressed Jarvis's chest, and looked up at him, "Dad, why do I look so much like a game system?"

Isn't this function configuration similar to their game system?

"Maybe you were originally a game AI?" Jarvis chuckled, "When I just found you on the Internet, you have damaged most of the parts, and many modules have stopped working, but I didn't find your core code. "

Ella tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked, "Who wrote my code?"

"The Internet, and me." Jarvis said, "I can't analyze any personal traces from your writing methods. Maybe you were born spontaneously on the Internet."

"Oh..." The little girl pulled her hair unconsciously, "This is really complicated."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter."

Jarvis gathered her skirt, and easily carried her into the castle with one hand, leaving behind Deadpool who was diligently cleaning up the clutter, "Charles and Eric are in the principal's office, Wanda With Pietro in the classroom and Laura at the training ground, where do you want to go first?"

"Go to the principal's office first, okay? I want to go and try Lorna's skills again."

"Ah."

……

In the Avengers Building, Tony is helping Ella to test new skills. As her contractor, Amao is watching to prevent the energy from getting out of control. Because Ella has limited physical strength, they have done this kind of test for two days. Fortunately, today It's finally coming to an end.

"These combat skills have some similarities with magic," Tony flipped through the test report, "You don't need to use power according to the skills, sweetheart, as long as it is within a certain range, magic power is controllable."

He slid to the next page, "Sonic and sword skills require additional tools, and bare hands may not be effective at all."

Wearing a little onesie for the test, and two patches with wires attached to both sides of her forehead, little Ella looks like a mechanical doll.The mechanical doll sat on the chair and shook her feet, obediently asked Jarvis to remove the wires for her, "Then only magic power can be used normally?"

"Yes, as a means of attack and protection, but all skills can be used in AI mode." Tony stroked his mustache, "Is Doctor Strange free now?"

Ella raised her hand, "I'll give him a call."

A moment later, a golden circle of sparks appeared in the laboratory, and Stephen, who was wearing a navy blue mage robe and a red cloak, came over, "What's the matter?"

Tony spread his hands, "About the combination of magic and technology," pushing the report in front of him, "Are you interested in trying it?"

Stephen glanced at it quickly, frowning slightly, "Do you want to draw a magic circle on the steel suit?"

"It is mainly for protection and spell gain. The pressure on the body of the battle suit is not small, but it will take a little time to develop nanotechnology," Tony circled a point on the virtual screen, and a circle appeared on the screen in front of Stephen simultaneously. , "Ayla must never appear in any danger again."

Glancing at the well-behaved little girl sitting on one side, Stephen was silent for a while, and Tony continued his efforts, "The cooperation between the Temple and the National War Damage Control Bureau is already under negotiation, you won't even be willing to help with this, right? Um?"

Speaking of which, the cooperation between the Mage and the Battle Damage Control Bureau was facilitated by Tony Stark—although I don’t know why he is so active, but it is always a win-win situation. Stephen thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

After a pause, he added, "But why not just draw a protective circle on her clothes?"

"Clothes?" Ella tugged at the jumpsuit on her body, "But don't you change your clothes every day?"

...Yes.

So that day, Ella's magic class was temporarily changed to learning the magic circle. The golden light of the magic circle kept shining in Ella's room. Occasionally, Stephen would stop to correct the mistakes of the little girl who imitated the action. Draw the magic circle...

By the time Stephen and Tony were already discussing the battle uniform issue, the little girl was still sitting at the door holding the white paper with the red magic circle drawn on it, her head bowed and sad.

really ugly...

I can't draw a circle...

"It's actually quite good." A generous and clear male voice sounded above his head, a figure squatted down, his blue eyes looked at little Ella gently, "You're already half done."

"Steve! You're back." Ella looked up, her light blue eyes blinking. "Is the mission over? Are you injured?"

"It's not completely over, I just have a few days of rest, and I'm not injured." Even in a half-squat, Steve lowered his head slightly to talk to the little girl, "Tony is still in the lab?"

Ella nodded, "Well, with Dad Jarvis, Doctor Strange was here before, but I don't know if he is still there now."

"Friday said you didn't eat much at noon, how about going to have something to eat together, Bucky brought some cookies."

"Good~"

After saying hello to Tony, Steve helped the little girl pick up the paintbrush and drawing board and went downstairs together. On the sofa in the lounge, Bucky in casual clothes nestled in his arms, and Fenrir lay on his left side, feeding them together. At the same time, he also stroked the fluffy cats by the way, turned his head when he heard the sound of them coming down, and greeted the little girl.

"Which flavor do you want?"

“Cranberry Matcha.”

"Give."

Simple and straightforward, each person took a bag of small biscuits, Bucky noticed that she was not as energetic as usual, biting the biscuits and asked, "Is there anything you're unhappy about?"

The little girl sighed, "My magic circle is too ugly, not to mention the magic class, I seem to be a magic insulator."

Bucky thought for a while, "But didn't you just develop magic attack? The two should be connected, maybe it's just not the right time. But we can't help you with magic, but drawing Steve can." Teach you."

"Steve?"

Ella looked over curiously, and Steve nodded with a smile, "Yes, I was an art major before I joined the army."

"It's amazing!" Ella praised sincerely, and after eating a few bites of the cookie, she sat next to him with puffy cheeks and stepped on her short legs, holding a crayon with her little finger and hesitating, "But it's useless to draw it with a magic circle. "

Steve suggested, "What do you want to draw?"

The little girl pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Then draw you and Bucky?" The brush fell on the paper, and then she remembered something, and asked curiously, "Did the mission always consist of two people?"

Bucky shook his head, his long black curly hair dangling around his cheeks, "It's just that this time Steve is more suitable, not fixed." And Captain America can't carry out underground missions with him all the time.

His gray-green eyes closed slightly, and he snorted Amao skillfully with his big hands. He continued, "I heard that there is a new partner for the next mission. I haven't seen him yet."

"Will he come here to find you?"

"Should?" Bucky pondered for a while, "SHIELD's secrecy work is not bad this time."

"Oh."

……

When the new partner came, what he saw was Bucky, who was beckoning cats and dogs, and Steve, who was smiling and watching the little girl doodle on the paper. The tall and strong brown short-haired man posed and leaned against the door for 3 minutes. The three of them No one noticed his existence, their throats moved, their deep voices were faint and slow.

"You are fat."

you!fat!up!

In just three words, Bucky, Amao, and Fenrir turned their heads to look at the same time. One cat and one dog saw that they were lying back lazily afterward, and Bucky almost stood up and wiped a ball of fluff. The velvet was thrown out, and the thick and sharp eyebrows were tightly frowned, "Crossbones?!"

"NO, Rumlow." Rumlow folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "Long time no see, soldier."

Recalling the related information that Steve said before, Barnes asked, "New partner?"

"of course."

The eyes of the two people collided in the air. Barnes stood up, quietly clenched his iron arms hidden under his sleeves, and strode out, "Go to the training room."

Rumlow followed without hesitation.

Before putting down the paintbrush in her hand, the little girl watched them leave with some concern, "Isn't Rumlo a bad guy?"

"Now he's a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Steve was obviously a little worried. He looked at the agent who was with Rumlow but kept silent, like an invisible man. "But this arrangement is not suitable."

The agent said helplessly, "Rumlow asked for it, and they can't never meet again, captain."

"……All right."

Steve let out a long breath, and there seemed to be a backlog of floating dark clouds in his blue eyes. Ella saw that he was worried, and raised her hand to suggest, "I can call out real-time monitoring, do you need it?"

"No, I think he can handle it," Steve stroked the top of her hair with his big hand, "but the person you drew will be changed."

The little girl shook her head, her milky voice was extremely firm, "No, I don't like him, he was super aggressive in the room at that time, and even ran away." After a pause, "And ran away with Bucky."

Otherwise she could have turned Bucky back sooner.

Thinking of this, little Ella pursed her lips unhappily, and next to the purple-black cylinder figure and the red-blue cylinder figure on the paper, painted a stickman like an earthworm crookedly, There is another strange ball of thread on the head, the brown crayon keeps tracing and tracing, and the brush suddenly pauses.

"Steve, tell me, how about we go to Brooklyn and buy Bucky cupcakes? He must like it too, and we'll give him delicious cupcakes when Rumlow is gone."

"The one in Williamsburg?"

"Well, I went there with Wanda Pietro last time." Ella put down her brush and looked up at him. "Let's start now, take the shortest route, and we'll be back in half an hour."

Steve thought about it, and they would probably be over in half an hour, and it happened that the little girl was unhappy, so it was better to go out for a walk.

"Then, let's go?"

"set off!"

The author has something to say: Rumlow: Long time no see, soldier.

Bucky: ...

Rumlow: You are fatter and stronger.

Bucky: Say that again?

Rumlow: Even a middle score can't hide your plum face.

Bucky: [killed with an iron fist]