Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

The story of Tony Stark's parents, Rosie also knows more or less, his father Howard, Stark is a very remarkable genius, a famous arms dealer during World War II, and also the founder of the Stark Group People, he participated in the super soldier project, which directly turned Steve Rogers, who was still a thin young man at the time, into Captain America, the hero of World War II.

But such a legendary figure died in a car accident many years ago together with his wife.

Tony's tone sounded the same as usual, just as frivolous and frivolous, but Rosie, who thought she was dull, caught a trace of emotion that was different from usual from his eyes, but she hadn't had time to think about it. , Tony smiled and said: "I met Mr. Mathers at an abnormal meeting a long time ago. At that time, he held a photo of his daughter and praised his daughter how cute and gentle he was. Baby girl forever."

When Rosie heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

She is very familiar with the degree to which Mr. Mathers loves his daughter. When Mr. Mathers' friends visited her for the first time and saw her, they almost all said the same sentence: "This is not Mr. Mathers who often hangs up. Rosie on the lips, my God, I finally see myself."

In the past, Rosie lived for more than 20 years, and she was unfamiliar with the word "parents", and Aunt Natalia who raised her was reserved and reserved, and she was not very good at expressing her love for her verbally. Love, so she was not used to the exaggerated pampering of Mr. Mathers and Mrs. Mathers, and she was even a little at a loss at the beginning.

Facing the boss's teasing, Rosie could only clenched her hands into fists, pressed them to her lips, coughed lightly, and said, "Well, my father... has made you worry."

Tony shrugged: "No, actually, I was a little envious of Miss Rosie Mathers, whom I hadn't met at the time."

Hearing what he said, Rosie immediately raised her head and stared at him, but bumped into his eyes full of teasing smiles.

The sunshine was just right, wrapped in the autumn scenery of the garden, and it fell into his caramel-colored eyes without hesitation, making people feel an indescribable sense of dizziness after seeing it.

Rosie turned her head unnaturally, looked out the window, and said stiffly, "Why do you envy me...I have nothing to envy."

"Haha, Secretary Mathers, don't you know that everyone always envies those who have what they don't have, and no one is an exception." Tony laughed twice, "For example, me, I will I envy you that you have a father who pays close attention to you, my father... When I was your age, what I cared most about was Steve who didn't know where he fell into the sea."

Rosie frowned, scratched her head, and turned her head. This time, Tony didn't look at him, but looked out of the window. From his side, he could see his eyes were very gentle, as if he had already met the autumn sun at noon. Melted into one piece.

She thought her eloquence was not as good as Miss Potts's, so she swallowed her stammered comforting words again.

"Peggy is the last living friend of my parents. Every time I see her, and those photo frames next to her hospital bed, I seem to be able to see her when my parents and I were still young." Tony said, Touching his nose, he seemed a little embarrassed, "Speaking of this, I don't know if it will embarrass Secretary Mathers. After all, Secretary Mathers is not good at comforting people."

Rosie's guilt was like a candle in the wind, and it was completely extinguished in an instant.

With a wooden face, she took out her mobile phone: "Okay, then I'll call Miss Potts."

Tony raised his eyebrows, reached out and put her mobile phone into his hand, tossed it lightly in his palm, and said, "Why do you want to call Pepper?"

"Miss Potts is better at comforting people." Rosie's eyes were fixed on her mobile phone.

"No." Tony smiled slightly, and put the hand holding the phone behind his back, "As the secretary to the chairman of the current Stark Group, Miss Mathers needs to practice how to comfort the boss who is sad."

Rosie looked at the smiling boss blankly: "I think the boss is happy now that he has successfully snatched my ... phone. Is this another kind of consolation?"

Tony showed a very standard smirk: "It doesn't count."

Rosie was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head slightly, and spat out the words she had swallowed before with difficulty: "Don't... be sad... Boss, there are many, many people beside you... "

Every time she uttered a word, she felt embarrassed for a while, and even a little puzzled. It was already a slightly cool autumn, why could she still feel hot and dry on her cheeks, and the next moment, a hand was placed on hers. The top of the head, rubbed it lightly.

At this moment, she felt that her limited head was suddenly filled with Shakespeare's arias that she had memorized by rote to cope with the exam. Exclamation marks were stacked one after another, which made her already slow brain start to make warning calls .

She buried her head lower, and at this time the boss handed the phone to her with the other hand: "Here, return the phone to you."

She took her mobile phone stiffly, and then heard the boss say: "Secretary Mathers' consolation is still very useful. As a reward, I will treat you to mango pudding later."

That night, Rosie sat on the bridgehead of the Brooklyn Bridge in the costume of a night witch. The autumn night wind was cold enough to seep into her skin. The wind brought by the passing car could make her shiver. She couldn't help sneezing, and the broom hanging by her side immediately stood up.

"It's okay, don't worry." Rosie rubbed her nose and patted the wooden handle of the broom, "It's just a cold, I'll use my own resistance to get rid of it."

The broom nodded dubiously, and Rosie patted the back of her head, wondering how she saw the expression of "suspiciously" on a broom head without facial features.

She sniffed her nose, took out the selfie mode of her phone and looked at her face. After confirming that she was still bright and charming, without any sickness, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to take back the phone when she noticed the There was a message from Harry more than an hour ago.

She blinked her eyes and was about to click on the message when she suddenly felt an unusual sound of wind. She hurriedly jumped sideways, only to hear a crisp clang, and a bullet hit the place she had been before. A string of glaring sparks came out of friction on the beam he was sitting on.

The broom had sensed danger and flew beside her. She jumped onto the broom and flew down the dome of the brick door of the Brooklyn Bridge. After staring at her young man, she froze for a moment, then turned around and flew towards the bridge, but the young man was still shooting, and when she jumped off the railing at the bridge head, she looked back , when he saw the young man's tiger's mouth worn out by the recoil of the pistol/gun, he frowned slightly.

"Night Witch! I'm going to kill you!"

Rosie had already hidden under the bridge on a broom, and she could still hear the other party's roar. She was about to sigh, but the sneeze came out first, so she reached out and rubbed her nose again, and said, "It seems that today is not a good day." It is suitable for doing some more advanced bad things, let me think about which street has the manhole cover that I haven't taken off."

While she was talking to herself, she took out her phone again, groped the phone screen with her thumb, hesitated for more than ten seconds, and began to open the message that Harry sent more than an hour ago, his message Very short, no talk about current school life, no answer to homecoming questions, just one sentence:

"Rosie, do you have someone you like?"

Rosie stared at this sentence for a long time, then smiled: "More than an hour ago, I was still asking if I liked someone, and after more than an hour, they chased me with a gun."

It has been more than ten days since Norman Osborn was sent to the hospital, and Rosie has not seen Harry for more than ten days, and can only contact him through intermittent text messages. After all, Harry is just A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has been smooth sailing since he was a child, has never experienced such a thing, it is inevitable to be hit to a certain extent, and Rosie, with an inexplicable guilt, struggles from her poor literature and art. I dug out... a lot of words of comfort, and sent them via text message.

After all, words are cold, and she can feel at ease only when she sees the outgoing, cheerful and even a little arrogant Harry.

only……

Thinking of the red-eyed Harry who was holding the gun just now, Rosie finally managed to sigh and said in a heavily nasal voice, "What should I do with you, Harry."