nanny diary

Bucky would also answer Steve.

"Why do you have a long face?" Bucky asked his old friend depressed and puzzled, "Is it because male stars with long faces are popular in the showbiz recently?"

"Oh, you always have a way of making me laugh." Steve shook his head convincingly, "I just, before you called, I didn't know what I was supposed to do...I was a little skeptical..."

I wish I could be like a bird in the sky

I wish I could break all the chains holding me

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free

……

Under the dim light of the bar, a deep male voice sang some words about freedom with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Steve sighed emotionally.

"Suspect?" Bucky leaned closer to Steve, his eyes widened, "Suspect what?"

"No, it's just... I'm tired of playing the tricks all the time." Steve swallowed boredly.

"Hey, no one is born a big star, you are just a fledgling." Bucky turned his head funny, "You understand this, don't you think you want to reach the sky too?"

"I've never fantasized about being a superstar, or even being a big star." Steve put down his glass, gesticulating, hoping it would help him refine his ideas and articulate them, "I mean , I have no family background, no background, and maybe I will be just a walk-on for the rest of my life. When I was young, I was a handsome guy who was a walk-on, and when I was old, I was a walk-on grandfather. This is not the life I want. I hope that my performance can be somewhat significance……"

"Everyone, as long as they exist, has meaning." Bucky pointed his finger at the bar. "Well, this is a profound philosophical truth. I'm not good at talking to you about it. Anyway, you think too much, buddy."

"I've never seriously considered why I want to study film and television acting?" Steve looked back at Bucky sarcastically, "It's funny, it's just because of puberty that he grew into a handsome guy—"

"Don't be narcissistic in front of me!" Bucky pretended to be upset.

"Hmm," Steve raised his eyebrows, "Don't deny the facts, and don't interrupt me—because of my good looks, I was attracted by the drama club, and then I used this capital to go to a related university, but I never thought about it. Do I really like acting."

"Okay, little Steve, isn't it a bit late to think about life? You're lucky enough. You're able-bodied and live in peace. What more do you want? Don't be too greedy. Think about third-world refugees?"

"But the thing is I'm not a refugee, I'm in my current position, all my needs are based on my current situation, not greed." Steve defended himself, "Have you seen my film? "

"Well," Bucky nodded, "stupid, I admit."

Steve nodded as well, and then stared at Bucky like a dream lover: "I really envy you can go to the army...Damn it! If I'm not short-sighted..."

"Don't you know? You look so cute in glasses, girls love it, and I do too!" Bucky laughs, and Steve thinks it's comforting, so he laughs too.

"Why don't you wear glasses now?" Bucky asked narrowly, taking a sip of his wine.

"I need contact lenses for my image." Steve rolled his eyes in frustration.

"Seriously," Bucky put his arms around Steve's neck affectionately, settled the bill for the two of them, and walked out of the bar, "I will miss you, call me often."

"I thought there was a contact restriction or something in the barracks...is it okay?" Steve was cautious by nature.

"I can always communicate with the outside world. Please, I'm going to serve in the army, not go to jail! Relax!" Bucky raised his collar, "Okay, where shall we go next?"

"I don't know..." Steve looked around blankly, then laughed helplessly, "I always seem to say that I don't know... Wait," he suddenly frowned vigilantly, "What time is it?" gone?"

Bucky took out his phone and looked at it: "Nine o'clock, what?"

"Oops!" Steve rummaged through his pockets, only to remember that he had changed his jacket before going out: "Damn it! I'm sorry Bucky, I have to go back and make a phone call, we..."

"I understand, you go." Bucky smiled meaningfully.

"It's not what you think, but I'll explain it to you later." Steve ran home, leaving behind Bucky who was lip-synching to him.

It was a quarter past nine when Steve got home, and he managed to hear Howard's voice after making a wrong call.

Steve didn't care so much about this call because he valued Howard very much, he just had the obsessive-compulsive disorder of "what was promised must be done".

"Oh, Mr. Stark, I'm so sorry I'm late." Steve apologized repeatedly.

"... Hello, who are you?" The other party's voice was polite and hesitant.

"...I'm Steve Rogers." Steve paused for a few seconds and announced his name.

"Ah! It's Mr. Rogers!" The other party suddenly realized, and used a 180-degree enthusiastic tone to cover up the embarrassment that he had completely forgotten about this matter: "Yes, yes, I didn't expect you to really call, I'm sorry I started Didn't hear your voice... oh that's, that's so touching!"

Yes, it's touching, you still think of me after all... Steve bared his white teeth at the phone.

"That's right, I...well, it's rude to say that, and I didn't know your background at all, and I suddenly asked for such a request, it's just...Mr. Rogers, would you like to be my son's nanny? "

Steve wondered if he had heard wrong.

"Uh, it's not 24 hours a day, it's just on the hour, part of the time, I need you to take my son to and from school, to ensure his three meals, and some more, reminders and the like, if you can help him Good influence in terms of character development and moral shaping would be nice..."

Steve thinks it's the worst excuse he's ever seen, both as a pick-up and a smoother, as stupid as it gets.

"Hello? Hello? Mister Rogers? Are you listening?"

Steve thought back to the angelic little boy in the morning, what was his name?It seems to be Tony, who is not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Mr. Rogers, I know this is funny and embarrassing, but please believe me, I have absolutely no intention of disrespecting you."

"Mr. Stark, may I ask, why did you choose me as a nanny?" Steve was surprised that he didn't hang up the phone, but instead asked something as if he was interested in the job.

"Oh, thank goodness you're still here..." Howard's voice sounded relieved, "I'm, well, because my son wants a male sitter, so... you showed me a very reliable role model of humanity this morning, That's why I dare to ask you if you are willing to take care of my son. Of course, you don't have to worry about the salary at all."

Bucky's text message popped up on Steve's cell phone, with a mischievous and ambiguous expression: Dude, what's the matter with the phone?

Steve curled his mouth and pressed it back: I'm going to have a new job.

Steve was mentally prepared, but when he arrived at the scene, he realized that his preparations were far from enough.

"No!"

After Howard introduced Steve to Tony, Tony's desperate cry made Steve subconsciously cover his ears.

"I told you that I want a tall, thin, handsome, reserved male nanny with a British accent! Not such a silly big man with well-developed limbs and a smile that looks like a mental retardation!"

When we met for the first time, Steve was amazed at Tony's language talent, which was obviously too much for a six-year-old child. , That fighting power made Steve helpless.

"Anthony Stark!" Howard sternly pulled his face down, "Personal attack is an uneducated behavior! Mr. Rogers is tall, not fat, very handsome, and very restrained. Although he doesn't speak a British accent, I told you, you I'm Scottish, there's no way you're going to get an English nanny, don't even think about it! Also, most importantly," Howard gestures to Steve as if he's one of his many scientific inventions that makes him proud And proud, "He is a man."

"Go to hell!"

Tony turned to run, but Howard grabbed him: "Boy, apologize to Mr. Rogers now. If I'm not at home in the future, you have to listen to him."

"I don't! I don't want to!" Tony struggled in vain for a moment, his big eyes glistening.Steve could see him pursing his lips and trying to suppress it, but his eyes were still getting wet.

"Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark." Steve recommended himself to be abused, and he wanted to integrate into the new working environment as soon as possible.

"Mr. Rogers, be careful..." Howard reminded anxiously.

"It's okay, I—ow!" Steve underestimated Tony's aggression, and he held Tony tightly in his hands against the pain in his feet to prevent him from running away.

"Let go of me! I hate you!" Tony yelled frantically a few times, and found that the new nanny didn't take this approach. He glanced at Howard next to him with a nervous and worried face, and changed his strategy.

"Oh...you hurt me, I don't want a nanny, I want my mother, I want my mother..."

Tony spat tears while twitching and choking a few times to heighten the effect of his grief, and Howard didn't hesitate to remove Tony from Steve.