nanny diary

It's not normal: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Steve shook his head trying to get rid of the vague feeling of dizziness, "throat is a little sore, I want to sleep for a while when I get back."

Tony nodded and said nothing.

Steve woke up in the middle of the night, feeling something soft rubbing against his face: "...Tony?"

"Steve, you are sick, you have a fever." Tony first touched Steve's forehead with his hand, and then put his own forehead against his, double confirming the diagnosis.

"I'll be fine once I sleep, you go out, it will be contagious to you." Steve's hoarse voice startled himself.

Tony looked at Steve for a moment, then turned and walked out.

Steve's heavy breathing seemed to flow like flames. He had a splitting headache, a dull pain in his chest, and his whole body was limp.

"Steve, drink this." Tony's voice echoed.

"What's this?" Steve barely opened his eyes, and Tony was holding a cup of steaming drink.

"I found an ancient Chinese formula that works wonders for colds and fevers." Tony explained, bringing the cup to Steve, "Trust me, drink it."

Steve lost all his combat power, he was powerless to refuse, and could only obey Tony's orders.He managed to half sit up, Tony took the spoon and blew it cool in a decent way before feeding Steve to drink.

"Ugh..." Steve groaned in pain, "what the hell is this... this thing is going to kill me..."

"The good medicine is bitter." Tony handed him another sip without hesitation, "Steve, come on, unless you want me to feed you mouth to mouth."

Steve choked, he could imagine his face must be like a melancholy alpaca, while Tony blinked his big innocent eyes, looked at him pitifully, silently begged him to drink medicine, begged him to live.

In order not to let himself commit a crime and thus lose his great acting career, Steve could only babble and finish drinking Tony's special soup.Tony also wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue intimately: "Now lie down and sleep."

"Thank goodness..." Steve slumped back under the covers.

Tony crossed his chest and rested his chin, as if he was studying the experimental frog on the dissecting table. Steve could feel the oppressive gaze even with his eyes closed: "What's the matter, Tony?"

"I was wondering if I could get you an ice pack?" Tony said kindly.

"No, let me sleep for a while." Steve wiped the sweat from his brow weakly, "Thank you, Tony."

"So, Captain America gets sick, too?" Tony leaned closer to Steve inquiringly, and if it wasn't for Steve still moving, he might lift Steve's eyelids and study his pupils, "So, maybe your The recovery speed is also four times that of ordinary people?"

"Oh, you'll know tomorrow, I'm just a patient, not your research subject, can you spare me..." Steve didn't even have the strength to turn over.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to be with you." Tony grabbed Steve's hand, his hand was too small, he could only hold Steve's four fingers with both hands, suddenly the soft child's voice trembled Get up, weak and fearful, "I'm afraid..."

Steve was silent for a while, he stroked Tony's face with his hot palm, and comforted with half-closed eyes: "I'll be fine, Tony, thank you. I hope you'll be with me, really, but This will be contagious to you, so you should go back to your room." Steve thought for a while, "Prepare me a glass of water before you leave, is that okay?"

"No problem." Tony poured a large glass of water and put it next to Steve's bed, "Can I use your computer?"

Steve knew he couldn't persuade Tony anymore, closed his eyes and said, "Please go ahead."

Tony turned off the light and sat down at Steve's desk, and Steve fell asleep amidst the faint computer light and the sound of keyboard tapping.

"Steve? Steve? Are you awake?"

Steve opened his heavy eyelids, he adjusted for a while in dizziness, the world in front of him gradually became clear, and Howard's concerned face appeared in sight.

"Mr Stark, good morning."

"It's not morning yet." Howard corrected with a smile, "Are you feeling better?"

Steve felt it, he was still weak, but his fever was gone: "I'm better. Where's Tony?"

"He fell asleep, and I carried him back to my room." Howard helped Steve up and handed him the water glass. "Tony sent me a message. I think it's better to come back and have a look."

"Well," Steve laughed into the water glass, spitting out a bubble, "his strange potion is very effective."

"Because he's my son, he's a little scientist, a little devil, a good, handsome little devil."

Howard shamelessly praised Tony, and Steve couldn't help laughing: "What time is it?"

"Four in the morning."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Steve apologized, "for making you come back all the time."

"Steve," Howard refrains from joking, "maybe you should ask what day is it?"

"..." Steve looked at Howard puzzled.

"Are you leaving at the end of the summer?" Howard looked frankly into Steve's eyes.

"..." Steve was silent again.

Steve silently squeezed the water glass in his hand, lowered his head and frowned, every hoarse voice was filled with his apology: "My agent has given me an ultimatum, you know I'm a young actor, I have a contract , if I don’t make a certain number of films within the specified number of years, I have to lose money, so…”

"Steve, for you, this is not a completely unsolvable knot." Rich people like Howard are usually annoying, but Steve never felt this way in the process of interacting with him. On the contrary, Howard He is a very attractive man, "I don't mean to offend, but as long as you want, I can pay the liquidated damages for you."

"..." Steve half opened his mouth, he forgot that Tony bought a Land Rover for each of them last time after he listened to his advice of "getting along with classmates". Howard didn't even bat an eyelid when he received the bill one time.

"That's not the point, the point is," Howard shifted his head slightly so that Steve could see his eyes clearly, and even Steve himself in his eyes, "I'm sure you love Tony, and Tony loves him too." You, no doubt, he wouldn't mind having two fathers."

"..." From the moment Howard started speaking, Steve forgot how to say it in English.The content of Howard's conversation is no less than telling Steve that tomorrow is the end of the world, and I have bought you a boat ticket, as long as you nod, you can board the boat.

"Mr. Stark, I, I'm very, I don't know how to express my gratitude and honor," Steve nodded, emphasizing his solemnity and seriousness syllable by syllable, "But I, I'm sorry... ..."

"Are you straight?" Howard asked out of the blue.

"No, I'm just..." Steve once again confirmed that Howard and Tony are father and son who must not be doubted through the same trait of thinking, "I don't have the feeling of being devoted to anyone yet, no matter who I am. ,so……"

Howard slacked his shoulders with regret, and Steve pretended not to see his sadness: "I love Tony very much, but Tony will grow up, and I also have my own work and life. After all, I am not his father. I like acting."

Howard nodded and stood up very gracefully. He walked to the window, pulled up a little curtain, and let in the refreshing breeze of dawn: "I like you, Steve, and I respect you." He turned around and took a deep breath , "I just don't know how to tell Tony..." He smiled awkwardly, "It's more difficult for you, you can leave quietly without Tony seeing."

"No, I'd better talk to him myself, and I respect Tony." Steve looked at Howard calmly, and the cool wind soothed his internal organs.

"Okay." Howard nodded.

The last rain of summer made the garden slippery and the weather cooled down. Howard and Steve took Tony to play a fun ball game, and the three of them turned into three mud monkeys, laughing their lungs out.

"I'll get a drink." Howard got up to leave, and Steve felt his gaze without looking.

They sat in chairs on the garden porch, with Tony lying in Steve's arms, panting slightly, softening the shock of the intense exercise just now.Steve looked up at the dark green of late summer, and his mood grew lingering.

"Tony." Steve called Tony's name softly.

"Huh?" Tony responded lazily with a nasal voice.He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"I have something to tell you." Steve said calmly.

Realizing something, Tony stood up and sat cross-legged next to Steve.

"I..." Facing Tony who was in full swing, Steve got stuck.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Tony asked quietly.

"..." All of Steve's preparations were disrupted, "How do you know?"

Tony sighed, as if everything was under control: "Because you are Captain America, you can't stay by my side forever, there are still many people in this world who need your help."

Steve couldn't laugh or cry, but was more heartbroken.

"Besides, you're an actor. You've been wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses when you go out recently. I think maybe you can't hide your identity anymore." Tony showed his keen observation in his usual precocious way, " I can't be your burden."

It's not that Steve didn't think that Tony would accept the result calmly, which only made Steve more reluctant and apologetic: "Tony,"