prince and his shield

Royston got off work and went back to the dressing room to change, but was stopped.

"Hello, Tony Stark. I'm sure you've heard it before."

Royston looked down at the hands stretched out in front of him. He put them in his pockets and didn't intend to take them out: "Hmm. What's the matter?"

Tony moved his hand aside, licked his own lips, and was unexpectedly free from the anger of being neglected: "I want to invite you to my party."

He handed over the invitation card with golden seal that Happy handed over to Royston: "Would you like me?"

Royston took it, glanced at it, then glanced at him again, and threw the invitation back: "No."

"..." Tony... "Beauties always have the privilege of refusing."

"Is there anything else?" Royston said calmly, "If it's all right, I'm going to change my clothes."

"Actually... I want to invite you to a show." Tony said.

Happy looked at his boss in shock.

"Show?" Royston raised his eyebrows, "You should discuss this with Rose."

He passed Tony and went straight back to the dressing room.

"Boss...Xiu?" Alarm bells rang out in Happy's heart.

"There will be." Tony threw the invitation into the trash can, "Now, go and contact me with all the famous designers. I want to hold a fashion show, and I need them to arrange all the clothes and venues for me within half a year. "

Happy...he knew it!

"Where's the model? Need to contact..."

"Contact what?" Tony looked at him like a fool, "If you have Roy, why do you need someone else?"

"...Just him?" Happy hesitated, "Would it be too..."

"Of course." Tony took it for granted, "I don't want to see other men. Of course, the audience is only me."

Happy... is his boss finally going to eat meat or vegetables?

"What's his next job?" Tony stroked his beard and asked with great interest as he walked out.

"If you want to know, I can ask for you." Happy hesitated, "But, boss—"

"I need all of his schedule." Tony turned around, tilted his head slightly, and poked Happy with his fingers, "Remember, it's all of them."

"...Okay, boss."

"Boss, you..."

"No one can resist the charm of Tony Stark." Tony snorted, "If there is, then there is not enough contact."

Happy... oh.

"I'll make arrangements as soon as possible."

……

Steve spent some time planning his route to the nursing home where Peggy lived, and then on his way to visit her, he saw the last magazine on the stand at the newsstand.

The person on the cover is wearing a royal blue dark pattern suit and a bow tie, but wears an exquisite crown on his head.

He closed his eyes and looked down, with a smile on his lips.

The colliding masculine and feminine beauties are unexpectedly condensed into a temperament that people can't take their eyes off.

He stood for a while and approached: "Sir, I'm buying a magazine."

"Ok."

The magazine arrived, and Steve stood looking at the cover for a while, thinking he was crazy.

Sighing, he tucked the scroll under his arm and went to the nursing home as planned.

Standing outside the door, he looked at the white-haired woman lying inside, lowered his head, and rubbed the soles of his shoes.Raising his hand to stroke his forehead, he was mentally prepared, and when he reached out to touch the doorknob, he still paused and held it.

open the door.

The woman's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened: "You...you're back—"

Steve's eyes bulged for a moment.

He swallowed dryly and stabilized: "Yes, I'm back."

Smiling, he moved a chair and sat next to her, and put the magazine on the bedside table: "Peggy, long time no see."

"You're still so young." Paige marveled.

"Yeah." Steve chuckled.

"I'm already old."

"No," Steve shrugged, "you still look beautiful."

"You've never said such sweet words before."

Steve smirked, "I'm always clumsy."

Peggy looked at him with a smile: "Just come back."

Steve leaned back on the back of the wicker chair and smiled at her: "I'm happy too."

Peggy has already suffered from Alzheimer's disease, her memory is almost paralyzed, and she will repeat the last sentence "you are back" every once in a while.

Steve patiently replied to her over and over again.

In the unknown rounds of conversation, he remembered something, grabbed the magazine from the side and held it up: "Look, Peggy, does it look familiar?"

"Roy, he's still young." Peggy's eyes lit up.

"Well——" Steve looked sideways at the cover of the magazine, with a bitter smile, "But, I don't think he is Roy."

"You should make up with him." Peggy said slowly and earnestly.

Steve was startled, and was silent for a while: "...Yes, I really should."

"Steve—you're back." Paige looked at him with wide eyes.

Steve sighed and put the magazine aside: "Yes, I'm back."

"Peggy, long time no see."

……

After finishing his work, Royston, who sneaked away, wore sunglasses and bit his straw, looking at Tony Stark who was sitting next to him generously, his eyes dead.

"You seem to like sweets." Tony looked at the super-large Coke in his hand, "I like it too."

Royston looked away, took a small pink macaron from the box at hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweetness permeated, and it was very boring.

Fishy sweet, piping hot, silky.

None of them.

Sitting on the steps and watching the pigeons in the square, Royston slowly stuffed pink, blue and green beautiful pastries into his mouth.

"Do you want to eat the best dessert?" Tony asked persuasively.

"I don't want to." Royston looked at the sun through the sunglasses, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The square is bustling with activity, and there is an attitude of beautiful life.

Tony looked at the curve of his neck with a golden fur edge under the light: "You seem to dislike me very much."

After following him for so long, he is still very clear about some of Royston's innocuous hobbies.

"Do not."

"no?"

"I just don't want to see your last name." Royston said slowly.

Tony laughed: "People usually treat me very much because of my last name."

"Ah, is it?" Royston said casually.

"Do you mind?" Tony held out his hand.

"what ever."

Tony took out a macaron from the box, and the moment he entered it, his expression changed.

Although he also likes sweets, but... this one is too sweet.What the hell kind of snack is this?

Sweet to cloying.

He looked at Royston who was still eating with a distorted expression: "...you like this?"

"do not like."

"..." Tony...then why eat?

"I'll treat you to a cheeseburger next time."

"You don't have to think of me as Stark." Tony stopped trying that macaron.

"You don't need to think of me as Royston." Royston stuffed another macaron into his mouth.

"Huh? Why?"

"Don't follow me anymore." Royston turned his head, and the dead fish looked at him, "Are you a pervert?"

Tony bared his teeth: "I believe I'm a gentleman compared to others."

"..." Royston couldn't refute for a while.

Turning his head, he continued to watch the pigeons eating macarons.New Bayi first launch

The last one was consumed by him, and he lazily stood up and left the square.

Tony sat on the spot and looked at his back as he swayed away, with curiosity and inquiry in his expression.

"Tony." He walked a few steps, stood still, and suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Tony stood up and tugged at his clothes.

"I don't know the way back, take me back to the hotel."

"Happy to serve."

Royston rubbed his flat stomach, took off his sunglasses, half covered his forehead with his hands, and looked at the sun.

Tony looked at the person who seemed to be shining, and was once again overwhelmed by the strange beauty inherent in this person.

Royston was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

It is the beauty that comes out from the bones and soul.

What is pleasing to the eye is too easy to breed evil.