How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

Fiona felt like she had slept for a long, long time.

She had a rather long dream.

In the dream, she was endowed with power from the Goddess of Life very early on.Her father discovered her ability and frankly told her the secret identities of her family members, and she also stayed in the Batcave as a logistics from the beginning, and then she was able to follow her father on night patrol and help them in real time in battle.

Jason didn't die either, luckily she saved him in time.Father's mental state will not be depressed day by day. He took a fancy to Tim's talent in managing the company and abducted him back home as a social animal.

Feeling cheated, Timothy wanted to escape but couldn't escape. He had a bitter relationship with Jason, and the relationship between them got along very well.

She was accidentally injured, and the whole family felt distressed.Damian, who has always looked down on her, would take the initiative to care for her and comfort her if she was better, and expressed awkwardly that she should give priority to the power of healing for himself, and their dodging ability is strong.

This dream was so outrageous that Damian even called her sister.

She probably doesn't deserve such happiness.

She woke up, in the empty ward with only the sound of the dripping infusion tube.

The overhead lights were a bit dazzling, and the curtains were drawn tightly.The smell of disinfectant on the tip of her nose and the blue and white striped hospital gown reminded Fiona of a fact.

This is not her room, not her home.

Fiona, you have to adapt.

She grabbed the quilt with her hands, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

A beep sounded in her mind, diverting her attention.

She tried to concentrate and recalled the style of the system page.When she opened her eyes again, the holographic panel appeared in front of her again.

In the personal attributes, her level has been raised to lv2, but she didn't see anything like an experience bar.

Without an upgrade strategy, she was completely at a loss as to how to increase her level.Maybe it's similar to games, you need to fight more monsters to level up faster?

Substituting her professional identity, it is probably more treatment, and she will upgrade after mastering the ability.

lv2 didn't get new skills, only her mana value changed from the upper limit of 100 to 200, which is now full.

Fiora immediately saw the benefit of the upgrade, and she can now cast 10 Lesser Heals in a row.

The other boards have not changed, and there is a small red dot above the team.After Fiona clicked in, she found that it was a reminder.

[Do you invite Steve? Rogers to be a teammate? 】

Eh?Didn't she click the plus sign on his head?

Is it because he helped him when he cast a spell, so the system will actively prompt.

If she chooses yes, how will she notify Steve.Moreover, she still doesn't know what the meaning of teammates is.

She wanted to press it, but hesitated.

...Let's wait a little longer.Fiona thought deflatedly.

Maybe she invited, and Steve might not say yes.

Although Mr. Stark jokes that he is a bodyguard, Fiona is not stupid.She could see that Steve's identity was definitely not simple.

There was a knock on the door.

"Fiona, may I come in?"

It was Mr. Stark's voice, here he came.

She hurriedly wiped her eye sockets before responding: "Please come in."

Tony pushed the door open and saw that the little girl had sat up.

She is too thin.Even the smallest hospital gown was still too big for her.

She should be nourished, and a nutritionist should be invited to arrange her diet.

He walked to her bed and reached out to touch her forehead.The temperature was normal and no adverse reactions occurred.

Fortunately, it's just that the doctor said that he was exhausted.

Then, he saw something wrong with Fiona's eye sockets: "Why are you crying, is someone bullying you?"

Fiona stammered, "No. It was, because the lights were too bright. My eyes were a little sore when I first woke up, not crying."

Tony didn't expose her

Too lame a lie, just sigh in my heart.

The little girl may have thought of the past.

In the online discussion meeting of the Avengers members, they speculated that Fiona was most likely raised in a certain isolated place, where the entire ethnic group lived in seclusion for generations, and she was forced to exile for various reasons.Therefore, they could not find any clues.

They have also guessed whether she is an alien, but her body structure is the same as that of a human being, and she has a comprehensive understanding of the earth, except for Gotham, which does not exist.

That might be where they're hiding.

This statement is far-fetched and has many logical holes, but they can't think of a situation that better explains it all.

"Are you feeling better?" Tony asked, "Just tell me if you feel unwell, and I'll go for a full body check later."

Fiona nodded obediently, but she was still a little reserved: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark. I fainted suddenly and caused you trouble."

Tony paused, then flicked her head lightly instead.

"Why do you think that? You saved someone, Fiona, and that's a great thing."

Facing her dazed and somewhat shy gaze, Tony couldn't help but rubbed her hair.

"Good boy, get rid of those messy thoughts. I have something important to tell you."

Fiona straightened her body and looked up at Tony: "Go ahead."

Tony pulled out a chair and sat down, trying to sound as natural as possible.

Wait, why is he feeling a little nervous.

He clasped his hands, and the countless drafts he had typed outside the door suddenly disappeared from his mouth.

Hell, Tony thought, what should he say.

An awkward atmosphere spread in the ward.

When Tony chatted with the girl unexpectedly there was a silence, no one would believe it if it got out.

Or he didn't know what to say, which was terrible.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fiona asked cautiously, "Are you... are you going back to New York?"

She remembered Mr. Stark saying that both he and Steve were from New York.Now he came to visit him, is he here to say goodbye?

It's a pity that Steve is not here, but I hope to have the opportunity to thank him in person.

"Yes, I'm going back to New York." Tony finally found the point, "Do you want to go with me?"

Fiona froze.

In fact, she has no plan at all, the only idea is to use gemstones to settle her medical expenses, and then find a safer house to live in.She hasn't thought about other things.

But, go to New York with Mr. Stark...

Sounds good?

She scratched her hair a little embarrassedly: "Will this trouble you too much?"

"Well, if you don't have a legal status, it's a bit of a hassle—"

Tony took the opportunity to ask this sentence: "I want to adopt you, Fiona. Would you like to?"

Adopt her?

The word is no stranger to Fiona, her father Bruce Wayne is very fond of picking up children home.

Wait a minute, this script seems a little familiar.

Her three brothers were adopted by Batman because they could become Robin, and now it's her turn to be adopted by Iron Man because of her special abilities?

And Mr. Stark is rich...

When she was walking around, she heard the nurses discussing whether there would be any lucky ones among them who would be spotted by Stark and have a chance to have sex with him.Anyway, he can play well, and he hardly refuses the ones that come to his door.

Heroic, rich, romantic, and wants to raise kids.

Isn't this the template for her father, Bruce Wayne?

She couldn't help asking: "How many children are there in your family?"

"I don't have any kids yet." Tony wondered, "Do I look like the kind of person who likes to pick up kids and bring them home?"

Fiona: .

I can't say they are very similar, I can only say that they are exactly the same.

without her except mr stark

Father is so tall.

"No, I'm just asking casually."

Fiona's fingers were entangled unconsciously, she asked: "You, also know my ability?"

"The power to heal people?" Tony admitted cheerfully. "I want to say sorry to you about this, we installed a camera in your room. I promise, it will be the last time."

So that, Fiona thought, made sense.

Then, didn't they also see that she was clicking on the system page?

She was a little nervous.If they asked her where her abilities came from, what would she answer.

Can she tell the truth?

Her father has always attached great importance to her hidden identity. It stands to reason that she should also hide her abilities well.However, Mr. Stark already knew.

"Why are you getting nervous again?" Tony observed her expression, "Everyone has secrets, it's okay. I don't have to ask until you are willing to tell me."

He saw Fiona visibly relax.

This silly girl who can't hide what's on her mind.

Tony continued, "Fiona, you haven't answered my question yet. I want to adopt you. Would you like to be my child?"

"Frankly, I don't have much experience in this area. But if you nod, I will try to be the best dad in the world."

Fiona had a hard time describing how she felt at the moment.

She never thought she could have such... luck.

In the new world, when she is surrounded by loneliness, some people will say that she must work hard to be a good father for herself.

She lowered her head and replied at a loss: "Mr. Stark, I am very grateful that you saved me. If you need to use my ability, I will definitely help. You really don't need..."

No need to do this for her.

She is not an excellent child and will only disappoint him.

"Wait, are you rejecting me?"

Tony's caramel-colored eyes were full of disbelief, "Fiona, are you rejecting me? Do you think I don't meet your expectations for your father?"

"No." She explained hastily, "It's my problem. It's me, maybe it doesn't meet your expectations for your child."

"Why?" Tony asked her, "Is there anything wrong with you, I think you are a good boy."

"me……"

She didn't dare to look into Tony's eyes anymore, and almost buried her head under the covers.

"I'm not good-looking, my academic performance is average, I'm withdrawn and don't like to talk, and my health is not good. I always get sick, and it will take a lot of time for others to take care of me."

Tony handed over a tissue, "You love to cry so much, why did you skip it?"

His original intention was to make her laugh, but who knows.

"Ugh-"

Those words seemed to turn on Fiona's tear duct switch.She couldn't hold back anymore, took the tissue and covered her entire face.

With a thin layer of cover, she cried wantonly in retaliation, as if she wanted to vent out the emotions accumulated over the years.

Tony panicked, what's going on?

He has seen women cry, but it was a line of clear tears shed from the corner of their eyes, in order to get his pity.There is no one like Fiona who completely abandons her image and cries loudly.

According to the normal procedure, he should have hugged the crying girl in his arms to comfort her, but obviously their relationship was not so good, and getting too close rashly might make her feel disgusted.

He could only tentatively pat her on the back, and only after he found that she didn't dodge did he proceed to the next move.

Like smoothing a cat, he slowly smoothed her emotions with the back of his hand.

"I was just joking with you, silly boy."

After Fiona's mood slowed down, he went on to say, "What kind of shortcomings can you say just now?"

He removed the tissue covering Fiona's face and lifted her chin.

"Where is it not good-looking? Girls are not bad-looking, and you are not allowed to say that in the future."

Rely on

In my heart, Fiona is not a pretty girl, and it is easy to suffer from the first impression.But Tony is used to seeing all kinds of beauties, and he has a unique insight into the beauty of women.

Fiona chokes, "I know you're just trying to comfort me. I, I... woo—"

Why does this child care so much about his appearance?

Tony can't help but wonder about her previous living environment.Even if Fiona's current appearance is not enough to be rated as a great beauty, it is not enough to be criticized as unattractive.

Why, are all the people around her fairies?

"Who says you're not good-looking, it's because they have poor eyesight." Tony took out a small mirror from his suit jacket, although no one knew why he carried it with him.

"Look, your facial features are very regular. Which one is not good-looking about your eyes, nose and mouth? Look at your eyes first, they are big and bright, right? You also have a high nose bridge, neat teeth, and a chin that looks even better."

"Little girl, you are only 14 years old this year, why are you in a hurry? Your foundation is here, and you will only grow and look better in the future."

No one has ever commented on her appearance in such detail before, and others often just pass it off with a word of temperament.

Fiona looked in the mirror suspiciously, and indeed everything was exactly as Mr. Stark said.

Is she really, actually pretty?

"You are really beautiful, Fiona." Tony gave her a wink, "If you can be more confident, you will only be more beautiful."

Fiona blushed.

She whispered, "But I, my academic performance is really bad..."

"Everyone has their own strengths. Do you know Tolstoy? He often failed the examinations in the language department, which did not affect his great achievements in literature."

"I'm still lonely..."

"It's your character, not your shortcoming, Fiona. There are people with different personalities in this world, which is too normal. There is no standard for evaluating whether a person is good or not that requires him to be lively and cheerful, no."

"I may cause a lot of trouble." She twisted her fingers uneasily, unable to tell whether she was expecting or resisting, "It's true, Mr. Stark. I..."

She did not go on.

Tony smiled.

He said: "That may disappoint you. If you become my child, it is really unclear who will cause more trouble to whom in the future."

Iron Man is probably the troublemaker recognized by Avengers.

Although he himself does not agree with this title.

"So." He held out a hand to Fiona, "will you give me a chance? If you don't mind the trouble."

Fiona faced no such choice.

She asked softly: "Are you really sure? My origin...you don't mind?"

"I'm a little confused, but I choose to trust my instincts—you see, I'm making trouble for myself now."

Tony looked her in the eyes and told her with all sincerity, "I have a hunch we'll be a great family. What do you think?"

family.

The word, he said.

Will intuition really work?

She also believes that once is good.

She took Tony's hand.

"Thank you."

I am willing to give a home to someone like her who has nowhere to go.