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"Good morning."

By coincidence, Dolores and Peter met in the corridor when they were leaving the room.

The corner of her mouth couldn't help raising a sweet smile, looking at Peter.

She tried her best to remain as ordinary as ever, but her footsteps had already moved towards him involuntarily.

After last night, Peter was still a little embarrassed to see her now, his cheeks were a little red, and he clenched his fists helplessly: "Oh...Hi, good morning."

His eyes twinkled like stars, but his eyes were glued to the girl's face uncontrollably.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, their eyes intertwined and they couldn't move away.

There was a sound of unlocking a certain door, and the difference of two quick steps bounced away by about one meter.

Steve came out of his room, wearing a long-sleeved top, a towel around his neck, and his blond hair was wet and messy.

Seeing the two children, he immediately raised a smile: "Hey, good morning, are you all up?"

Peter's heart was beating wildly, and he forced himself to be calm: "Yes, of course...you must have exercised in the morning? It's so early today?"

Steve grabbed a towel to wipe his wet hair, he just came out of the bathroom: "Yeah, because Bucky called me early, at five o'clock in the morning, we both went to the gym for three hours. "

While talking, he walked to the door of Bucky's room, shrugged and raised his hand to knock on the door: "I don't know why he suddenly woke up so early."

"Okay...then I'll meet you downstairs, we're going to have breakfast."

Peter and Dolores waved to him, and went downstairs one after the other.

Steve smiled at the two children: "Okay."

He turned his head, but the door in front of him was still closed.

Steve frowned, and knocked again with doubts: "Bucky..."

Surprisingly, before he finished speaking, the door of Bucky's room suddenly opened, as if the owner had already been waiting behind the door.

Bucky was behind the door, and immediately looked at the stairs where the two children disappeared.

Well, they all went down.

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief.

"....What are you doing?"

Steve was baffled by his apparent anomalous behavior.

"It's okay, of course, absolutely, I'm fine."

Bucky spoke very quickly but logically. He was expressionless as usual, but this undoubtedly made his abnormality more obvious.

"Oh--"

With a groan of pain and the sound of the door opening, Tony slumped out of his room.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore last night, leaning against the wall with a weak face: "Hangover...yes, I have a terrible headache and stink all over."

"kind of."

Steve said euphemistically, in fact Tony looked particularly embarrassed and indeed exuded a mixture of alcohol and sour smell all over his body.

He looked at him sympathetically: "Do you want to go back and rest? Take a shower, ventilate the room or something?"

Tony said weakly: "But I'm really hungry, especially since I only had wine in my stomach last night, and now it's all turned into a pain in my brain - I have nothing in my stomach now. Believe me, my The acid is starting to eat away at the stomach lining now...I can feel it."

"Don't worry, we'll bring breakfast to your room for you."

Steve said immediately.

"You need some medicine, I'll get you some."

Bucky also said silently.

"Very touching, my friends—damn... I think I'm going to be sick."

Tony puts his fist to his mouth, feeling the churn in his stomach... oh so there's still something in there.

He retreated into the room with a painful face, and muttered weakly: "I will never drink vodka and Chinese Moutai together again..."

The robots cleaned the living room downstairs, even the Christmas tree was moved to the garden.

Dolores and Peter sat at the table eating porridge and toast, and their breakfast time was unproductive, mostly because their attention was totally off their bowls.The two murmured nonsense in intimate whispers, like all lovers in love can laugh like fools no matter what the other says.

While the two were whispering, Thor came in from the door, followed by Loki.

Thor held Mjolnir in his hand, his bright red cloak fluttering behind him.

"Well, we caught up with breakfast, good."

A wide smile appeared on his face, and Thor walked over to the table and dropped the hammer on it.

Loki's complexion was not as good as his. He squinted and walked into the kitchen with a displeased face.

There was a flash of light on Thor, and he changed back to his normal attire.

Dolores asked curiously, "Where did you go?"

Thor smiled at her: "Loki and I went back to Asgard."

Her eyes widened in surprise: "Really? Why?"

The little robot buzzed over to serve him breakfast, and Thor picked up the spoon: "Let's go ask my father, who is Hela?"

"!Yeah!!?"

Dolores opened her mouth: "Oh! I thought you two didn't know about it..."

"How come? This is a very big-- thing. To be honest, when I heard it, I was...but Loki's reaction was bigger than mine. He almost wanted to rush back to Asgard immediately to question us. What happened to the parents?"

Thor sighed: "After all, you know, my God! I used to have a sister?! And I don't know anything about it!"

He shook his head with an unbelievable look: "This is not some [-] o'clock soap opera!"

Peter raised his eyebrows high: "But you didn't go back until after Christmas?"

"Yeah, I was busy stopping Loki at first, but I also need a little time to digest this...Anyway, we asked my parents, and my father didn't want to tell us at first-"

Suddenly there was a crisp crashing sound from the kitchen, as if the tableware had been smashed.

"...and at the end Loki had a fight with my father and we came back."

Judging from the helpless expression on Thor's face, Peter and Dolores can probably guess what happened.

"Hey, are you two back?"

Steve shows up at the restaurant, and he walks in with a medicine kit in his hand.

Bucky came out from behind him, his eyes quickly passed over Peter and Dolores sitting at the table.

"morning--"

He greeted Thor slowly and walked towards the kitchen.

Rocky came out from inside with a dark face, holding a can of beer in his hand, walked past everyone and went upstairs with heavy steps.

Bucky looked at his furious back.

"Rocky had a fight with his father, no problem, he needs to vent."

Thor explained.

"...I didn't even know he drank beer."

Peter muttered.

Dolores looked at the medicine cabinet in Steve's hand, and he sat down on the sofa and began to rummage through it.

"Who wants to take medicine?"

she asked curiously.

"Uh, for Tony, he did drink too much last night, was hungover, and reportedly had such a headache that he wanted Thor to give him a hammer on the head."

"I am glad to."

Thor said with a smile.

"So is he sick now?"

Dolores immediately asked worriedly.

"Yeah, he needs to take his medicine and get some rest."

Steve pointed upstairs helplessly: "The medicine and breakfast have to be served to him, maybe lunch too."

Dolores immediately stood up from the table: "I'm done eating, let me help."

Peter also said, "Is there anything else you need?"

He picked up the leftover bowls he and Dolores ate and walked towards the kitchen: "Oh, you two go to breakfast, we're all done."

Dolores walked into the kitchen: "Hey Bucky."

Bucky held a glass of milk and looked at them with delicate eyes.

The two didn't know anything about it. Peter put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of warm water: "I'm going to find medicine with Steve, and you help him prepare breakfast?"

Dolores smiled at him: "Okay."

Peter turned and walked out of the kitchen, and immediately it was only Bucky and her left.

Because of what he saw last night, Bucky couldn't help feeling that the air here suddenly became awkward and silent.

But this feeling was obviously only for him, and Dolores walked beside him: "Do you think he should eat something light?"

"...well...I agree."

Dolores turned her back to him, opened the closet, took out a box of cereal, and said to herself, "Should I toast two slices of toast or fry an egg?"

She didn't even notice that Bucky was staring at her with an indescribable expression behind him.

If he could, he sincerely hoped that he hadn't seen that scene...

But now, he had to keep silent about all this, that is to say, he had to keep the secrets of Peter and Dolores well for them.

Bucky squeezed his fist calmly.

no problem.

you can.

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Dolores gently knocked on Tony's door with breakfast and medicine.

"Please come in—"

There was a weak reply from him inside.

"I'm coming in..."

She walked into his room with the tray.

Tony is lying on his bed, wearing a nightcap and what appears to be a thermometer in his mouth.

"Oh...I'm really not used to you like this."

Dolores whispered.

"Believe me, me too, I just underestimated the impact of cultural differences in foreign countries, now that I drank alcoholic distilled water last night..."

Tony sat up a little bit, holding his head and exhaling: "But I didn't expect my head to hurt so much——"

Dolores put the tray on his lap: "Okay... eat breakfast first, take medicine later, and then lie down in bed and sleep until you are fully recovered."

"sounds good."

Tony picked up the cereal and gulped the warm food into his tortured stomach.

"By the way, Thor went back to Asgard this morning, about his sister. It is said that Loki had a fight with his father. Anyway, he asked me to tell you to go find him after you rested."

"Wow, the families of the Norse gods look similar to humans, but I didn't expect Loki and I to have such similarities—"

Thor looked up from the bowl and sighed.

"No problem, I'll go find him after I take the medicine—"

"No, you need to rest well."

Dolores said seriously: "Thor said that he is not in a hurry, you should have a good sleep, maybe in the afternoon, and then you can talk about business."

Tony looked at her and suddenly clicked his tongue twice, but a smile appeared on his face: "Oh...look at you, you are like the second Jarvis in this house."

"Then I'd be honored," said Dolores.

"Thank you, it's also my honor." Jarvis' voice sounded in the room.

They both laughed.

Tony said, "It's not a bad Christmas, is it?"

Dolores suddenly pursed her lips, with an unconcealable smile in her eyes: "Yes, I think so too."

She looked so happy, Tony looked at her and raised an eyebrow: "I'm glad you think so too."