[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

Tony Stark's villa is backed by the sea, and Harry really wants to sit on the pointed lightning rod-like structure on the top of the villa - although this is indeed not a normal yearning - thankfully What's more, the constant pain in his body forced Harry to give up this idea, and sat obediently on the sofa on the open-air balcony.

Petit Poth is a very attractive woman, without a doubt, elegant, intellectual and tough. Of course, as Tony Stark's wife, she also has a tolerance that ordinary people don't have.

Petty didn't know Harry's background or his danger. She only knew from Tony's mouth that this child-like guest had been enduring inhuman pain.So she tries to get close to him, because Harry is one of the rare people Tony Stark admits to being friends with.

"Miss Perth, do you have the urge to strangle Tony when you sleep next to him every day?" Harry obviously felt someone approaching behind him, even though Petty wasn't wearing high heels and didn't make any noise.

Petty didn't seem surprised by Harry's sudden and even somewhat offensive question. She sat down with Harry across the table and faced the sea. Her long blond hair, which was rarely coiled up, was a little disheveled by the sea breeze: "Tony after that big fight...ah, sorry, I mean—"

"Alien invasion?"

"Yes—of course you know, I mean everyone knows—well, Tony has been a little bit off since that time, restlessness, insomnia nightmares... post-war trauma."

"It's normal." Harry turned his gaze back to Patty, "Or do you think that such a reaction, or suffering from such a mental illness, is intolerable for Tony?"

"No! No...Of course not." Patty brushed the hair in front of her eyes behind her ears, and took a deep breath, "It's true that he is a hero, but he is also my husband, a person, not a piece of armor! In fact, I'm thankful for the trauma..."

"He's a genius," Harry whispered. "Geniuses are always abnormal."

"So geniuses are different from ordinary people when they escape?" Petty calmed down and chuckled relaxedly, "At that time, Tony regarded armor as the pinnacle creation, and it was also the shell that made him feel safest. .”

"It sounds like a child, injured and hiding in a shell." Harry complained without any psychological burden.

"Aren't people afraid of pain?" Petty smiled charmingly, "Harry, it's really hard to get a cliché from you, I admit it."

"So?" Harry smiled like a successful child's prank.

"I have to confess Tony, or you will continue to talk about him and complain about him, which is really—I think I may be obsessed with it for three days and three nights—seriously, Tony Stark really He is a genius who makes people want to complain."

"OK~ So Miss Perth, what do you want to talk to me about now?" Harry changed his position and crossed his legs.

"Talking about lovers?" Tony apparently said something to Petty.

"Mine?" Harry seemed to find the topic absurd. "I don't have a lover."

Patty looked at Harry's expression and smiled: "That's my lover."

Harry was helpless: "Is there a difference?"

"Whoever falls in love is called a lover, and what you love is called a lover." Petty shrugged, "That bastard Tony has been my lover instead of my lover for a long time."

"Is this a woman's fallacy?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Petty laughed: "This is the truth that anyone who is in love or in secret love can understand."

"The difference between the two of us is that you only need to compete with a bunch of armor parts, while I have to fight with a bunch of potions, and I also think about the first love Bai Yueguang in the other party's heart. In addition, there are nobles who want to rot into mud. Disgusting...reputation?" Harry thought for a while, "There should be a better adjective, but I can't think of it. By the way, by the way, that Bai Yueguang is my mother, the kind of blood. Have you anything else to say, Miss Perth?"

"Oh..." Petty froze for a while to digest Harry's vindictive words, and then came back to her senses, "Oh, well, I have to say that I knew from the beginning that it was he, not her, but you The question is indeed a bit complicated-why do I come here to give you some psychological counseling?"

"Ask that bastard Tony Stark? I suggest you ask in bed tonight." Harry raised his chin and pointed to Tony who was walking over with a lockbox. "As far as I know, men are easier to ask at that time." talk."

Tony came over and threw the lockbox in his hand to Harry, sat next to Petty, hugged Petty's waist and choked, "Don't think I can't hear you, you'd better leave early, don't tease my little pepper. "

Harry straightened the box on his knees, then pulled the combination lock on the box, tossed a few times to open the box, and a burst of cold air rushed into his face.

Tony leaned over and took a look, then raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me you're still picky eaters?"

Harry closed the box with a slam, and pulled the corner of his mouth with a half-smile at Tony, not feeling ashamed at all: "Children have the right to be picky eaters."

"Oh, that's right. For your average age, your hair isn't fully grown yet." Tony chuckled.

Harry gave Tony a sideways look, and left the balcony with the suitcase.

*********

Harry went back to the room and opened the box again. There were twelve tubes of blood-red liquid neatly stacked in the box, which was a little thick—Harry knew it must be Severus' blood—and there was a box in the middle of the box, haha Li took it out and opened it, and guessed that the ring that was similar to the previous communication bracelet lay quietly on the brocade.

The size of the ring was exactly the size of Harry's right ring finger. Harry cursed Gellert's wickedness, pouted, put on the ring voice-activated binding, and opened the address book.

Gellert had obviously been waiting for a long time, but when Harry connected to the communication, he still had a calm expression on his face, but what Harry saw was the face of Dean St. Germain Green.

"Tony will help me with the toxin in my body. It's okay if he can't solve it. At least he has synthesized the inhibitor in just two days. With this, I can live for a few more years." Harry's expression was very serious It doesn't matter, "So don't make that look, my godfather."

Gellert's face was sullen for a long time, and then he said, "Is this the reason why you didn't come back?"

"Of course not." Harry couldn't afford to stay in an unfamiliar place for an experiment that didn't need his help, "I want to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"SHIELD is not our ally, my dear child." Gellert snorted coldly, "During the previous battle, the Blood Race was very rude to the members of SHIELD who asked for help."

"That's in the past, Godfather, and no one in power will cling to the gap in the past in the face of interests."

"What do you want to do?" Gellert tapped the back of his left hand rhythmically with the fingers of his right hand, "Let's hear it."

"The bats that are not recognized can only be rats." Harry chuckled, "The rodenticide we gave to S.H.I.E.L.D. can only be used to kill rats, but not bats."

A knife that can be used against Bloodline betrayers but not used by S.H.I.E.L.D. against Bloodlines?

Gellert stopped what he was doing, thought for a while, and said, "The blood in the box can keep you going for a year, is that enough?"

"It's enough for our plan, but for my plan, the time is a bit short." Harry smiled softly, as if thinking of his closest lover, with nostalgia on his cheeks And look forward to, "Not enough."

Gellert sneered: "Want him to find you? Dreaming!"

"He doesn't need to look for me, I will go back and find a good, appropriate, and wonderful time~" Harry thought of something, and laughed out loud, "At that time, his expression will definitely be very beautiful."

"People should be a little angry, don't be expressionless all day, that's not good."

Gellert didn't know why he faintly felt sympathy for the person his godson liked, and suddenly he wondered if he had really raised the child wrongly.

"So, Godfather, remember to deliver my meals on time~ It takes five years~"

Professor, five years, will you miss me?

How far would you think of?

Five years.

Wait, wait~ soon.

The author has something to say: I still owe a chapter to add more, I remember TAT