nanny diary

"The Nanny Diary" Author: snoopi

Avengers

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nanny diary

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When I was watching that movie, I was thinking, if the nanny was Captain America, maybe it would be more interesting to watch...

"Tony, come out!"

Howard paced back and forth, the sound of heels tapping on the wooden floor raging irritably over Tony's head.

Tony was silent, fiddling with a mobile phone in his hand.

"Listen, you can't stay there forever, you have to come out, I—" Howard glanced at his watch, "I'm going to attend a new product development meeting soon, I only have 10 minutes to listen to your requirements and opinions on the nanny. You're not going to solve anything by staying in the basement and not talking, it's not a mature option."

"I was just a kid!" Tony shouted, looking up crisply, "I don't want a nanny! I want a mother!"

"..." Howard sighed, leaning his back against the wall in distress, trying to slow down his voice: "My child, your mother passed away, I'm sorry, but this is an unchangeable fact, you have to learn to accept it."

"You killed my mother, so you need to apologize. If not, you don't need to apologize." Tony's cold tone trembled slightly, "I don't need a nanny, I'm fine on my own."

"That's the 'you can't change it, you just have to accept it' part of me," Howard said, suppressing the urge to smash the wall, reminding himself that his son was six years old, and he was six years old despite being in preschool , and lost his mother, "My job prevents me from taking care of you 24 hours a day, taking you to and from school on time every day, and not being able to guarantee regular, quantitative and nutritious meals every day, and I cannot guarantee that in case of any emergency, I will be able to get you the first time. Arrive and deal with it in a short time, so I have to find you a reliable nanny. I promise to hire you according to your preferences and requirements, but you have to tell me what you think first—”

"I told you, I don't need a nanny." Tony stubbornly interrupted Howard's explanation.

"Oh God!" Howard tugged at his hair, how could he be more patient?Let him choose his own nanny, which is a huge privilege for a six-year-old child!

"Okay, Tony," Howard squatted down, like coaxing a cat, "this way, we don't need a 24-hour babysitter, we only hire one-hour ones, and you carve out your 'good alone' time slots , this part is your own, no one can bother you, okay? But you must make sure to go to school every day, do your homework, finish your meal, and go to bed on time. I don’t ask you for anything else, just ask you to be a normal human being Habits that young children should maintain."

There was no sound in the basement, and then suddenly a loud bang went straight to Howard's face. Tony should have smashed the phone to the top. Howard was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and heard Tony's natural apology in his panting: "I'm sorry, I There was no way to fix this phone, so I just lost control of my emotions."

How to say?At least he knows how to apologize!

Howard smashed open the door, rushed in and grabbed a screaming Tony out.

"I'm going to sue you for child abuse!" Tony beat Howard with his baby-fat hands.

"Damn it! Why isn't there a law to protect single fathers! I... um, I'm going to sue you for abusing your father!" Howard swallowed a curse word, and his reason and love for his son exploded inappropriately at this time.

"There are still 5 minutes, tell me what kind of nanny you want? Tell me!" Howard aggressively clamped Tony in his arms, "Otherwise I-"

"What about you?!" Tony, not to be outdone, yelled at his father with a flushed face.

"I just..." Howard was like a deflated ball, his whole body limp on the ground, he was about to cry, "I'll kneel down and beg you!"

Tony sighed helplessly, folded his arms and pursed his lips: "Well, I want a nanny like this, who is thin, tall, handsome beyond all living beings, speaks an authentic British accent, warm and restrained, The wind does not flow..."

"Wait!" Howard interrupted, "I think you mean a man?"

"Well, that's right, oh," Tony rolled his eyes, "You actually, finally, one day, understand what I mean!"

"Damn Tony! The nanny can't be a man!" Howard got up, pacing back and forth, "And didn't I tell you? Your father is Scottish!"

"Well, I've already told you my requirements for the nanny, and it's up to you to follow through." Tony shrugged.

"I'm starting to doubt your sexual orientation..." Howard felt a crisis.

"What is sexual orientation?" Tony blinked his big eyes in puzzlement, and his long eyelashes fanned out a string of starlight, which made Howard dizzy and at the same time couldn't help but sigh why he could give birth to such a child with an angel's appearance and a devil's heart, and he couldn't doubt Tony's Gene, he has completely inherited Howard's high IQ. In fact, he doesn't need to go to elementary school, but he must.

"Nothing, anyway," Howard turned around, trying to point to Tony's nose, "are you sure that's what your babysitter asked for—Hey! Tony! Come back to me!"

Tony's IQ is higher than that of children of the same age, but his motor nerves are still at the level. He still has no way to directly step over the garden railing, so he can only go out through the side door by detour.Seeing that Howard was about to catch up with him, Tony turned sharply, and an unexpected garbage truck lay across Tony's eyes without warning.

"Tony!" Howard screamed heartbreakingly.

A figure rushed out quickly, and took Tony away at a critical moment.

"Are you OK?"

Tony blinked, and found himself lying on the chest of a strange man with blond hair and blue eyes, a solid figure, and a harmless smile.Given that he saved himself, Tony politely replied, "I'm fine, thanks."

"Oh Tony!" Howard rushed over and snatched Tony into his arms, ignoring the grinning resistance.

"Hello, thank you very much, sir, you not only saved my son, but also me, I don't know how to express my gratitude." Howard freed up a hand, shook Tony's savior, and took out A business card, "I'm Howard Stark."

"You're welcome, my name is Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you." Steve looked at the tense Stark father and son, and decided that good people should go to the end. He put on an irresistible smile and suggested, "Do you mind if I...?"

Howard hesitated, and reluctantly let go of Aiko.Tony hesitated, too, and reluctantly stood up and grabbed Steve's open arms.

"Mr. Stark, it's a great honor to resolve the crisis for you." Steve looked into Tony's eyes seriously.

Tony knew what kind of trick this guy was playing, but he nodded cooperatively: "If there's nothing important, let's stop here and I'm going back to my office."

Tony actually wanted to slap his hand away and make a grimace, but for some reason, he couldn't do it with Steve's smiling face.Maybe it's because Steve looks a lot like a golden retriever, and Tony loves golden retrievers.

"Hehehe..." Steve was amused by Tony's seriousness, "I'm sorry for taking up your precious time."

Tony waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and he obediently stood behind Howard.Howard looked at his son as if watching a miracle in the world, and then at Steve who easily subdued his son: "Uh, Mr. Rogers, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to attend a meeting, do you have... a business card?"

"Sorry, I don't." Steve spread his hands.

"Well, I'm taking the liberty, but please be sure to call me at nine o'clock in the evening, and now I have to go." Howard made a sincere gesture of calling to emphasize the importance of the act, leaving a polite smile , turned around and took Tony's hand.

Steve looked at their backs, and raised an eyebrow in confusion: It wasn't the first time he was approached by the same sex, but it was relatively rare in a way like Howard... Maybe the other party did have other things, but he was thinking too much Alright.

Steve scratched the back of his head and pocketed Howard Stark's business card.

After hastily disposing of the quick-frozen food bought in the convenience store, Steve sat on the bed and watched TV one after another. The remote control flickered on and off, and a dozen stations switched silently.

It's only seven o'clock, and Steve doesn't know what to do, he can go to the announcement, but he's temporarily tired of gagging his face and figure in nonsensical youth farce.

"Hey boy, how busy you are, you haven't contacted for so long, have you forgotten me?" Until Bucky's voice rang happily from the phone, Steve felt that he was finally saved.

"I thought I'd call you now to make an appointment."

"Come on, Bucky, you know what it is, I hate this," Steve complained with a grin.

"I'm at the Palm Tree Bar near your house, come on?"

"wait for me."

Bucky and Steve were childhood friends, and after Steve's parents passed away, Bucky helped him a lot.This didn't separate until they went to different universities.If that Australian showrunner had asked Steve who he would turn gay for, it would have been Bucky.no doubt