nanny diary

Food can't be wasted, since it's what you ordered and you said it was delicious. "

"Yes, I didn't intend to waste such a delicious thing, I just, really, can't eat it anymore." Tony handed the half of the shawarma to Steve, "So, can you please finish it for me?" It? You said it couldn't be wasted."

"I don't—" Steve, who was in a cocoon, was defeated, took the shawarma with clear teeth marks from Tony, and opened his mouth to bite down in pain.

"Come on, Steve, you can do it." Tony clenched his hands into fists, cheering for Steve.

Steve frowned and nodded, like someone who ran 1000 meters until his brain was messed up into a milkshake, unable to tell whether Tony was kind or mocking.

"Steve, are you okay?" Tony seemed really worried.

Steve chewed on the shawarma with the righteousness of going to death, and decided to follow the example of those actresses who control their bodies, picking their throats to induce vomiting, and swallowing a few more stomach medicines.

Steve didn't tell Howard what happened to Tony at school, thinking he could figure it out on his own.When he saw the three kids making faces and swearing at Tony at the school gate on Friday morning, Tony was calmer than Steve: "They're just a bunch of idiots, I don't want to reduce myself to the level of idiots... er, Steve husband?"

Steve knew his looks were a bit too good-natured, and it took more work to play the villain, so he was willing to try this little guy: "Listen, boy, do you see the young master in the car over there? His name is Tony." Stark, if I see you speak ill of him or act more excessively next time, I will let you know what it feels like to have nightmares during the day."

The other party was frightened by Steve's murderous look, and he kept nodding, hoping that his feet could hit solid ground as soon as possible.

"If you want to go back and let your parents sue me, feel free." Steve showed his acting skills to the fullest, squinting his eyes into two oblique triangles, "as long as you can bear the consequences worse than having nightmares during the day."

The other party shuddered and shook his head violently. Steve twisted him around and made him face Tony: "Apologize to Mr. Stark."

"Yes, I'm sorry..." The other party trembled.

"I, listen, no, see." Steve leaned closer to the other's ear, sending the low and dangerous sounds into his brain with hot breath.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Stark! I was wrong!" The other party cried bitterly and shouted to Tony in a broken voice, as if Tony was the God who could save him.

"Great, now get out." Steve put the kid down, and he was so limp that he couldn't walk, just sat on the ground crying, and his accomplices had long since disappeared.

Like a general returning in triumph, Steve returned to the car with long legs in triumph, smoothing his hair smartly.

"What?" Steve looked at Tony, and Tony seemed to have suddenly suffered from aphasia, without saying a word, just staring at Steve with shining eyes.

"...I have to admit that you were cool like that just now." Tony finally calmed down, pretending not to care, and his eyes did not shine with admiration.

Steve realized something, changed back to his gentle and good-natured face, and said in a deliberative way: "Don't tell your father about this, okay? Anyway, I'm bullying the little one..."

Tony waved his hand, and Steve saw that the photos of himself playing cool were already stored in his new phone, and he had to admit that the way he looked just now was really cool.

"I was thinking of asking for the weekend off." Steve wasn't sure if it was the right time to ask.

"You're taking time off for the weekend?" Tony was overjoyed, his face beaming like a fully-charged drumming rabbit, and Steve could see "liberated" ding out of his head.

Steve was growing uncertain.

Steve had a great day off, with a morning run, a haircut, and a long-missed combo at the corner coffee shop.In fact, he hasn't been away for too long, but the pain of living through the years has confused his perception of the time dimension.In addition, he chatted with Bucky online, and when he told Bucky what happened to him in the past two weeks, the other party's reaction was a whole row of laughing symbols.

"I think you have a talent for comedy, why not continue this promising career?"

"Which career do you think has a future? Playing tricks? Or being tortured by little devils in hell?"

The sense of pleasure gradually diminished with the passage of time. At 03:30 in the afternoon, Steve finally figured out what he was missing. It was usually the time when Tony finished school, and the little face with red lips and white teeth was dangling in front of Steve's eyes. , with the precociousness of youth and the childishness that matches very strangely.

Steve shakes his head away from the hallucinations, he doesn't want Stockholm Syndrome.

At 5 o'clock in the evening, Steve decided to visit Stark's house.Just take a look in case Tony didn't eat, he has a cook but everyone but Steve can hide from Tony, if they had called Tony for dinner and Tony didn't show up, no one would Notify the second time.

Steve thought about it, packed a set meal, and when it was delivered to Stark's house, the takeaway bag was still hot.

"Tony?"

Sure enough, Steve found Tony in the basement converted into a studio. He was tinkering with things that Steve probably wouldn't understand in his life. Hearing Steve's voice, he slid out of the ground halfway in surprise. A body: "Aren't you on vacation today?"

Steve sighed: "Yes, I knew you would skip three meals." He raised the box in his hand, "Come and try it? Don't worry, the things I recommend are at least better than shawarma."

Tony responded with a grunt from his stomach, and he sat down with Steve at the table, eating with dirty hands.He wolfed it down for a while, buried his head in the food and said, "It doesn't taste bad."

To Tony, that's what "great" means, and Steve is relieved that he seems to have similar tastes to his own.

"I thought I would spend my birthday alone in the studio today." Tony's voice was flat.

"What?" Steve froze for a moment, then confirmed again, "Today is your birthday?"

"Yes, I'm seven." Tony sucked the fork out of his mouth.

Steve looked around, the huge room was filled with a lot of furniture and strange equipment, but before he came, only Tony was alive.

"Where's your dad?" Steve asked.

"My dad? What's the matter?" Tony was puzzled.

"Did he say nothing? About today being your birthday?" Steve looked around incoherently.

"No." Tony pushed the empty plate over to Steve.

Steve mechanically threw the plate into the sink, thought for a long time, and returned to the restaurant.Tony was still sitting there bored, as if he didn't think about anything, maybe he was tired from the whole day's scientific research activities.

"It's getting late, I mean," Steve looked at Tony tenderly, "I can't find entertainment now, I suggest we go eat a blueberry sundae and borrow a movie to watch later, what do you think?"

"I like blueberry sundaes, but watching movies..." Tony twitched his eyebrows, as if he was getting goosebumps from the disgusting picture of the couch potato family carnival he imagined, "Okay."

Steve suddenly had the urge to wrap Tony around his neck, and of course he thought Tony might just scream and ruin his living face.

"Okay, "Thor", "X-Men: First Class", "Steel Steel"...Which one do you want to see?" Steve rummaged through the shelves. He wanted to recommend "Sherlock Holmes 2" : A Game of Shadows, but it was very weird. That movie was placed under the label of GayMovie. Steve thought about it and added: "There is also a "Sherlock Holmes 2: A Game of Shadows"."

"No Thor," Tony pouted. "I don't like modern Shakespeare through costumes."

"Then how many others?"

"No "X-Men: First Class." Tony looked disgusted.

"Why?" Steve asked curiously.

"I hate Magneto!" Tony just didn't throw that thing in Magneto's face on the cover so as not to waste the ice cream.

"Strange? Isn't he awesome?" Steve raised his eyebrows amusedly.

"He cheated!" Tony accused angrily.

"Okay, okay, so what's left?" Steve put the two films side by side in front of Tony.

"Hmm... Has the main character in Iron Fist ever played Wolverine?" Tony looked at Steve, seeking an answer.

"Uh, I remember yes."

"Then this one, sorry, big detective." Tony still prefers muscular men.

When Steve took the film home and saw the introduction, he suddenly felt that maybe this film was not suitable for Tony to watch. After all, it was about a bloody story about the relationship between a father and his son. He was worried that it would touch Tony’s pain, but Tony's attention was entirely on the boxing robots.He sat at first, and then jumped up to imitate the protagonist's father's movements, bowing left and right, muttering something that Steve couldn't understand at the same time, such as "His punch is wrong, oh no, such control is obviously BUG, if I can modify this robot, such as putting a seat inside it, and let people sit and operate it, wouldn’t it be more convenient, and I can do more and better... No, wait, I have better The idea haha... Although this seems to go against the film's intention to express 'put an end to human beings participating in cruel sports