【Iron Bug】Forget–me–not

"Okay, the next thing we need is to write a program." Tony snapped his fingers and installed the last piece of metal on the top of the communicator: "But programming needs a computer, so okay. Next I have to make a computer."

Peter helped, putting a glass of water next to Tony.

"Let me change your medicine, sir." He said, looking at Tony who was thinking.To be honest, apart from Pepper, this child is probably the only child in the world who dares to interrupt Tony Stark's thinking.

"Thank you so much, kid." Tony was very happy at the moment: "I'm too lazy to move."

Peter moved over with the bandage and gauze, moved a stool and sat next to Tony, and carefully took the gauze apart.

In fact, the change of wound dressing in the past two days is quite diligent - Tony found that Peter has exactly the same precision and planning as his best mechanical assistant butler Jarvis in wound treatment, except for the complete and rich experience and emotional judgment that only humans can have. Plus, he's smart enough to look like a real top supporter.

The wound under the gauze was red and swollen, and some fat liquefied. Peter knew it hurt, and he handled the wound as lightly as possible, looking up at Tony with questioning and concerned eyes from time to time.

Actually the injury was nothing to Tony, but the boy's concern benefited him.

No need to babble, just a look is enough.

Peter's fingers rested lightly on Tony's wrist.

37 degrees four, he kept it in mind.In low fever.

Time seems to be running out.

"Mr. Stark, I'm just asking... nothing else, I mean can I ask you some more intimate questions?" Peter rewrapped the cotton yarn: "I know this is very wrong..."

"It's nothing, but don't ask me how many women I've had or once... Forget it, just ask whatever. It's just that there are some questions I probably can't answer." Tony moved his arm, and the pain didn't lessen.He knew very well in his heart that he had a low-grade fever, but it was nothing, at most half a month, and everything would be resolved after half a month.

Peter let out a chuckle, a little shy and a little overwhelmed - but he quickly managed to get serious with the corners of his mouth, the question was important, it was a message: "I, well... of course I Not the type to ask. Actually, it's not a joke question. I said, sir, have you ever walked on the edge of a cliff and felt like you were going to fall in a second? I mean, just That crazy feeling of wanting to dance on a tightrope knowing you're going to fall... that's a cheesy metaphor, I think... oh da gai is one of those, uh, crazy... unstoppable thoughts..."

Tony patiently listened to the child's rambling questions, he understood exactly what he was asking but wasn't sure whether he should answer sincerely.

He puffed his cheeks and thought for a while.

"OK, kid." Tony rested his chin on his right hand, and his usually fast speech speed suddenly slowed down: "Let me put it this way, I mean of course. In fact, I may be a little idolatrous to you. Stark is a large group of people Freaks in the eyes, so of course he understands the feeling you're talking about - you know, once I got a little sick, like a bunch of purple cobwebs crawling on my body. Although it was a small trouble and I finally managed to solve it , but before I solved it, I really thought I was going to die-oh, my God, I saw a tombstone with my name on it and a bunch of people singing dirges for me, that's really ugly..."

"Sir, you can't say that, it will bring bad luck."

"Okay, okay, I can't see it, do kids believe this so much these days?" Tony rubbed Peter's head: "At that time, I thought I was going to be screwed, wow, someone said that I Self-destructive tendencies - isn't that bullshit? Iwasdying.

"But kid, I still come here, although many people say I am crazy, well, maybe there is a little bit? But I am happy, this is my style.

"I mean, it's okay to walk on a tightrope, it's okay to feel like you're going to fall off.

"What you need to decide is whether the tightrope you walk can take you to the place you want to go, and then the most important thing is to enjoy the scenery under your feet. That's exciting enough."

The corners of Peter's lips were tensed, and finally he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, you're right Mr. Stark." He said, eyes shining, pure, cold, and transparent.

"It seems that my way of educating is not bad. This little thing—it makes him chatter again," Tony sucked himself out of the boy's eyes, and threw the small speaker to him: "Play it better Yes, Pete."

Peter fiddled with it twice, and the small speaker immediately sang AC/DC rock.

Rock music is like pouring tons of colorful jelly beans into a huge golden beer lake, and the high straight waves roll in the June sun, shining scorchingly.

Neither Tony nor Peter spoke anymore.

"They say that you play too loud,

(They say you're too annoying to play and be loud,)

Well, baby, that's tough!

(Well, baby, it's still going on though!)

Theysaythatyougottoomuch,

(They say you sit back and have no head,)

Can't get enough!

(But this is not enough!)

They tell you that you look the fool,

(They tell you it's useless to love fools,)

And, baby, I'ma fool for you!

(Ah baby, I'm a fool for you,)

...

Andit'sarock'n'rolldamnation!

(That's a rock and roll curse!)

...

Take a chance while you still got the choice!

(When the opportunity comes, why not grab it)

You say that you want respect

(You said you wanted to be as respectful as a guest,)

Honey, for what

(Honey, for what?)

Foreverythingthatyou'vedoneforme,

(for everything, me, you,)

Thank you!

...

Get up off your bent knees

(Then stretch your knees and stand upright,)

You could set your mind datease!"

(You can put your mind at ease,)

Tony swayed his hips to the beat of the music, snapped his fingers, and walked from one side of the workbench to the other. Peter looked at him, the smile growing on his face.Hard rock is the most contagious music. The boy began to sway with his back slightly arched and his toes pointing to the music, like a duck stepping in shallow water.

The explosive rock continued, and Peter stood up slowly, walking along with the music like Tony.

"My temperature's runnin' hot

(My temperature is rising and burning,)

And I've been waitin' all night for abiteo' what you got!

(I've waited all night for your stinging kiss,)

……

Damnation! Just a bundle of joy

(Curse! It's just a bundle of joy!)"

The crazy music is like sparkling vodka with ice, and the blue flames tickle in the cold wine that represents a certain idea like scratching someone's claws.

Tony and Peter dance among the invisible blue and red. They don't have any specific dance steps and movements, but each movement is full of an inexplicable purple romance.

This is not the passion and temptation of Latin, nor the elegance and quiet beauty of ballet, nor the casualness and freedom of hip-hop... It's just simple and powerful swings and insignificant body touches, but something flows among them, probably Ambiguous, or mixed with pity and other inexplicable feelings.

They don't want to think too much at this time.

This may be infatuation.

"Andit'sarock'n'rolldamnation!

(That's a rock and roll curse!)

Ma's own whippin' boy!

Rock'n'rolldamnation!

(Rock curse!)

Take a chance while you still got the choice!

(When the opportunity comes, why not grab it!)

Take a chance while you still got the choice!

(When the opportunity comes, why not grab it!)

Youwannaliveinsin

(You want to be born in sin!)

...

Damnation! Just a bundle of joy

(curse!)

Rock'n'roll-,

(rock, roll-,)

Damnation!"

(curse!)

The music stopped abruptly.

Tony found he could see the peachy down on the boy's face clearly.

Only a finger was left between their lips.

Breath is audible.

"Oh, Mr. Stark!...I...I, I have to go prepare today's dinner!" The boy was the first to react, and ran out from Tony's side with his head down.

Tony is still a little dizzy at this time, logically he has never seen anything before—Tony Stark is a character who can sit on the cover girl for twelve months.

Falling in love with a little boy with no hair at all?

How can it be? !

However, at this moment, the little fluff on Peter's face came out happily and rubbed around in Tony's brain.

Well, how can it be changed to not be tempted.

Tony looked amusedly at the direction the boy ran out, Peter ran too fast and didn't get anything.Now, aggrieved, he drilled back to find his backpack and toolbox.

"Pete, I have a question." Tony stopped him, the skinless adult blushed without heartbeat, leaned against the messy workbench with his arms crossed, "Don't worry kid, I'm not a Hulk."

Peter seemed to have made a lot of mental preparation before he raised his head and looked at Tony, with the stubbornness of a young man who would never admit defeat: "Okay, sir, this is an exchange for my question."

"Let's put it this way, kid." Tony actually wanted to ask the little guy if he really fell in love with him, but his rationality told him that this would scare him away.So the tongue turned around flexibly: "Why do you insist on calling that little flower 'forget-me-not in space'?"

Sounds like a silly question.

Tony, whose brain is comparable to that of Einstein, has suffered a severe decline in his thinking ability recently.

Well, this is color blinding.

"Huh?" Peter didn't expect Tony to ask himself such a question, and his nervous heart immediately

"Huh?" Peter didn't expect Tony to ask himself such a question, and his nervous heart immediately sank into his stomach: "Actually, I called him 'forget-me-not' directly at the beginning.

"Then one night I dreamed that when my parents were still there... they took me on a picnic, which was very close to a rich man's holiday villa. Behind a white building was a field of forget-me-nots all over the hills and plains ——It was already beyond the range of the fence, we were walking in the flower field. Then it was dark, and there were fireflies flying in the field...

"That's when I realized that this is not the real 'forget-me-not'. The real hometown no longer exists. So,

"That's why I call them 'forget-me-nots in space.'"

Tony walked over and put his arms around the boy.

He knows where it is.

A mountain villa with fields of light blue flowers.

They hugged for a long time without saying anything.The boy's furry head rested on his shoulder, feeling the firm and warm little guy in his arms, Tony was unexpectedly satisfied.

How could there be such a small thing in the world?It's so damn cute.

"Mr. Stark, I think we should really prepare dinner."

Well, he takes back what he said earlier.

—TBC—