Druid in Marvel

When Alvin returned to the restaurant, he saw little Ginny, who had changed into a beautiful little white dress, playing with Caesar and Mexicomus at the door of the restaurant.

Frigga, who was extremely charming, was wearing a cyan dress, holding a small triceratops that looked like a meat ball in her arms, and looking at little Ginny with a smile.

Alvin could feel that Frigga's concern for little Ginny came from the bottom of her heart, which made him a little incredible. Why does an alien queen fall in love with an earth girl?

Just like Alvin has never been able to figure out why a "god" like Thor, an alien prince, fell in love with a woman on earth, and he was also a top-notch scientist who was recognized as ignorant of emotions.

Little Ginny saw Alvin walking up and down the car, she let out a happy scream of "Yeah~" and rushed towards Alvin with her teeth and claws bared.

Alvin laughed, happily bent down and opened his arms, catching the sweet bomb that jumped into his arms with a sweet smile.

After kissing little Ginny on the face, Alvin realized that she was a little too clean today. Of course, the little girl is not dirty usually, but she is a little naughty and always has a little dust on her body.

It's different today. There is something so spotless about the little girl. This made Alvin a little uncomfortable. Could it be that his father was too unqualified in the past?

Glancing at Frigga, Alvin smiled and asked little Ginny: "What happened today? My little princess turned into the real Snow White."

Little Ginny wrinkled her cute little nose, tugged on the little skirt on her body, and said: "The skirt is not good, I don't like it. I like jeans. Dad, tell Grandma Frigga about the plaid shirt. I don't want to wear this."

Alvin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why don't you like that little Ginny looks good in her dress? She looks like Snow White."

Little Ginny held her bun face in distress and said, "But Frigga always takes me to change clothes. This kind of dress gets dirty easily."

Alvin could feel little Ginny's discomfort. It was simply impossible to keep an active five-year-old girl clean at all times.

Usually when little Ginny fell down and got some dust on her body, Alvin never took it seriously. At most, if you want to eat, you have to wash your hands before you can eat.

It looks like Frigga not only changed little Ginny's clothes, but maybe even gave her a bath, which is a bit much.

Alvin walked up to Frigga with little Ginny in his arms and said with a smile: "Thank you for taking care of little Ginny. You seem to be very attentive. I thought before that your royal nannies were responsible for taking care of the children."

Frigga glared at Alvin, then placed the clean and slightly reflective little fat man Triceratops Wilde on the ground, frowning as he watched the little fat man roll happily and run towards his elder brother Caesar with a poop. passed.

Seeing Frigga's eyes, Alvin shook his head and said with a smile: "I just discovered that the queen of Asgard is actually a bit of a germophobe. I think Hell's Kitchen is really not a place suitable for you."

Frigga glanced at Alvin a little unhappy and said, "You are driving me away."

Alvin shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Of course not, I definitely hope you can stay here before SHIELD's good things are delivered.

But I suddenly found that you seem a little uncomfortable here. To be honest, I'm worried that you won't be able to stay here. "

Frigga frowned and said unhappily: "I once followed Odin in the nine kingdoms, and I don't think there is anything here that would make me uncomfortable.

I don’t have the “mysophobia” you mentioned. I just hope that little Ginny will be a clean and beautiful little girl.”

Alvin smiled and shook his head. He didn't want to discuss with Frigga what his daughter and her pets should look like. It actually had nothing to do with her. We didn't know each other for more than 48 hours.

Putting little Ginny on the ground and letting her play by herself, Alvin looked at Frigga, winked, and said with a smile: "Maybe you can use magic to keep little Ginny clean forever. Instead of seeing When her body was dirty, he took her to take a shower and change clothes.

This will make her uncomfortable. You mean well, but little Ginny definitely doesn't think so. "

After Alvin finished speaking, he walked into the restaurant. He had already heard the voices of Stark and Ivan talking in the restaurant.

Frigga was stunned for a moment, glanced at little Ginny who had become much more lively since Alvin came back, and suddenly shook her head and laughed. In less than a minute, the little girl's white dress was marked with several paw prints by Caesar. But she's happy, isn't she?

In the restaurant, Stark and Ivan were like goring a bull, head to head, face to face, spewing curse words that could not be understood.

Judging from the speed of their speech, these two guys were not even worthy of carrying old Kent's shoes.

Stark was able to change a few curse words because he was a native English speaker, but Ivan couldn't. There were just a few curse words in his mouth over and over again.

Shangqi led a little black man to stand at the corner of the restaurant, facing Stark with a fucking "teleprompter" holding a curse word in his hand. Judging from their bulging pockets, they must have earned a lot of Stark's tips.

Alvin looked at Stark with a proud face and Ivan with an angry face with a smile, and quietly took out his camera and took a photo of them.

In the photo, Ivan looked like an angry male lion, lowering his head on Stark's head and spitting foaming saliva.

Stark was like a hyena that had taken advantage, smiling and giggling at the angry lion.

It's a pity that no matter how you look at it from the photo, the tall Ivan looks like a winner.

Alvin glared at Shang-Chi and the little black man, and drove them away. Alvin had seen a bastard like Stark when he used his native language to yell at a "foreigner" who relied on cheating.

Sitting at the edge of the bar, Alvin poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a sip, knocked it on the bar, smiled and shouted to Ivan: "Hey, man, who is your new girlfriend? marry"

Ivan glared at Stark, swore an unintelligible curse word in Russian, and then said in a deep voice: "Shut your stinky mouth, Stark, I will beat you up at your exhibition the day after tomorrow, I will Knock out your mouth full of teeth.

You damn foul-mouthed rat.”

Alvin burst out laughing and patted the bar, winked at Stark, and said, "A foul-mouthed rat who needs a teleprompter, haha, that's a really good nickname."

Stark waved his hand unhappily and shouted to Alvin: "Hey~ Alvin, you have to stand on my side, we are on the same team."

Alvin pursed his lips after hearing this, crossed himself on his chest, and said pretentiously: "No, Stark, the fair Mr. Alvin will only stand on the side of the truth, haha."

Stark shook his head and gave Alvin a middle finger with a smile, then walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a sip, and said: "Brother, you have to help me persuade the Russians. My exhibition is opening. Needing a grand opening, his piece of junk needed a coat of paint or a new shell or something.

Otherwise, even if I smash it, I still won’t be able to prove how powerful my steel suit is.”

Alvin glanced at the fierce Russian guy Ivan. This guy is a typical gangster who doesn't say much about ruthlessness. Stark teases him like this, and he will definitely regret it in the end.

Patting Ivan on the arm, Alvin smiled and said: "I support you now, man, give Stark a look.

Let this guy understand that his aesthetics are wrong. His "little sweets" are suitable for exhibition, and our mechas are the "weapons" used for fighting."

Ivan nodded, grinned, drank a whole glass of whiskey for himself, and said: "Yes, I have been waiting for this day. Rich Americans never know what a real mecha should be. What does it look like.

They only know how to put beautiful paint on the mecha and add flashy functions, like a bunch of girls. "

As he spoke, Ivan smiled ferociously at Stark and said, "I have changed my mind now. I will not punch you in the face, I will break your bones. Let you keep that "beautiful" little face." The newspaper on your face will be the best "affirmation" for you."

Stark curled his lips and said indifferently: "The only suitable place for your rags is the garbage dump. You can dream every day and hope that one day your dreams will come true."

As he spoke, Stark turned to Alvin and said: "Man, you have to be on my side. I brought you the new "God of War 3". You have to try it on. You will be one of the protagonists on the day of the exhibition.

"Ares 3" will be the most ferocious and terrifying war machine. It's not that I don't understand hardcore design, but your damn aesthetics are still at the lowest level.

Later you see "Ares 3" and you need to apologize to me for being so ignorant. "

Alvin was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and said: "I think the God of War 2 is fine. It's hard for me to imagine what kind of mecha is more suitable for me than the God of War 2.

You know, I'm not interested in overly complicated stuff. "

Stark smiled proudly and said, "That's right, I just knew this so I found someone to redesign the appearance. I customized a land combat type mecha for you.

There are no too complicated functions, only the functions of "power", "speed" and slow low-altitude flight.

Man, you're going to love it. The artist who designed Ares 3 was the same artist who designed Ares 2. I was just responsible for making it a reality.

Although its appearance design has nothing to do with "aeronautical science", it must be the type you like. You wouldn’t be happy to go to heaven anyway, right?”

Alvin became a little interested. Although Stark had a bad mouth, he never spoke nonsense. It can be seen from his expression that Ares 3 must be a very excellent mecha.

After pouring a glass of whiskey for Stark and touching it with him, Alvin smiled and said, "It looks like you spent a lot of energy on it. Thank you, Stark."

Then let me see what kind of mecha Ares 3 will be. I will keep looking forward to it until I see it.

It just so happens that there may be some battles about "Hell" happening recently. Maybe I can wear it to see the real side of the world.

By the way, what’s that designer’s name? I should buy him a drink.”

Stark tilted his head proudly and said: "That guy's name is Reinhardt. He is a designer for a game company. He also wanted to name God of War 3 after him. I refused.

What is "hell" like? How can I not see the real side of the world without me?"