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Using some conversational skills, Steve got a general idea of ​​what was going on at school from Fiona's description.

A little girl's mind is always delicate and sensitive.In his eyes, it was nothing trivial at all, but it turned out to be Fiona's inner demon, tormenting her at the expense of hurting herself.

After talking about the cause and effect, Fiona nestled nervously in Steve's arms, deceiving herself and wanting to bury her head deeper, pretending that she couldn't hear any sound.

After being hit by Tony and Partress one after another, Fiona dared not think about what Steve thought of her.At this moment, it's good that he didn't push her away.

But in her heart, there is always a secret and faint hope——

If, if Steve could accommodate her.

Just like now, stroking her hair gently.

The tip of Fiona's nose was slightly sour, and her eyes were cloudy.She twisted her head and changed to a sideways posture.

She won't cry again.

Steve's voice came from overhead:

"It's nothing, Feifei. If you don't play the piano well, it doesn't affect you being a good boy. You know, my grades were mediocre when I was in school, and I skipped a few classes."

He spoke very frankly, more relaxed than when he said that the weather is good today.

what?

Even if the grades are mediocre, he, he still skipped class?

After learning about the deeds of the US team, Fiona has more or less admiration for Steve.

She has seen the rainbow farts of fans on the Internet, even if they don't need such gorgeous words, his existence itself is a miracle.

——"The body of a mortal is comparable to a god"

The promotional video recorded by Captain America for the Ministry of Education is still playing in the school. How could he skip class?

Maybe it was because Fiona's shock of the collapse of faith was revealed too much, and Steve was a little embarrassed.

He decided to make amends: "Occasionally, just occasionally. Teenage rebellion or something... But this is a bad behavior, you can't learn it."

Fiona couldn't digest such a contrasting image of the captain for a while, and she still looked at him in a daze.

So good, so perfect Steve, has he ever had such a blemish?

No, Fiona convinced herself instinctively that a little detail would not affect the greatness of Captain America, he was still a superhero fighting for a just cause on the front line.

...he has, too, moments that are not so flawless.

In Fiona's heart, something deeply rooted was slowly pulled away.

"I feel a little pity."

To her surprise, Steve said, "I think you should play it to them, since you've been practicing for a long time—I guess so?"

Judging from the fact that she was able to spend the whole weekend studying textbook knowledge in a surprise manner, what Fiona was doing last night was basically beyond the guesswork.

Steve took her hand, feeling the less obvious roughness of the fingertips, only felt against the softness of her palm.

Fiona withdrew her hand shyly, and was a little depressed: "But I can't play it well... Besides, everyone plays world famous songs..."

Bella played "Wild-o'-the-wisp" and she played "Forest Polka" after her. Comparing them would be an insult to Bella.

It's as if a gourmet has just finished tasting boiled cabbage, and she brings up a plate of cabbage that is really boiled in boiling water.

No, she didn't even have the courage to serve it up, it's too shameful.

"Piano is not your forte, and you don't need to be ashamed of it."

While trying to enlighten him, Steve tried to ask her thoughts, "Feifei, why do you think that you should be good at something? Before you went to school, you never mentioned the piano thing."

So far, the only hobby Fiona has shown is shopping.It has to be said that she and Tony are the most similar, and the point that can best support their biological father-daughter relationship is their extremely low sensitivity to prices when spending money.

Natasha roughly deduced her previous family conditions from her consumption records, and felt lucky that she met Tony.

Someone else might not be willing to raise her so generously.

No one thought Fiona liked, or was good at, an instrument until she said it herself.

It is understandable that she wants to be a good student by the general definition, but her sudden obsession with the piano is a little...inexplicable?

Fiona refused to speak, her body trembling slightly.Steve didn't push her hard, just stroked her long hair over and over and waited patiently.

This action calms her down.

After nearly half a minute of silence, Fiona finally told him in a low voice:

"Because they all said that I should be able to play very well. Others are very good, I, I don't want them to think that I can't... There are many people watching..."

Her voice was getting softer and weaker, even she could hardly hear herself.

Steve finally understood what the problem was.It was a bad situation he had tried to imagine, and it happened anyway.

From the few photos that were taken, to the fact that they had to reveal her identity, Fiona was like a marionette, forced to take center stage when she wasn't ready for everyone's attention .

He thought, cut off all the threads that bound her.

"You don't have to live up to anyone's expectations."

Steve lifted her face up so she could meet his gaze.

"Naughty boy, you just want to hear me praise you, don't you? I've said it many times, you're already very good."

"Live life the way you want, no matter what other people say. You can be the best student, or you can be an ordinary person."

If she's tired, she can't hold on anymore.

Steve would have insisted that she leave New York, away from the Avengers, even if everyone else objected unanimously.

Even at the risk of losing a powerful boost—he never forgot why he fought.The freedom and justice he longed for will never be at the cost of crushing a child.

Steve's voice was not loud, but it had no less shocking effect on Fiona.

Her brain couldn't react at once: "I, how can I... no, I will be laughed at."

That's how it was in Gotham.Everyone is a well-behaved and well-bred child, or they dare not offend her.

She was polite to her face, but behind her back, any family with a little family background could use her as a joke.

Bruce's adopted son is already the young president of the Wayne Group at a young age. They like to compare her with Timothy the most.

She doesn't want to be evaluated as a useless, empty vase with a famous name anymore.In the mouths of some harsher people, her appearance is not even qualified to be a vase.

Fiona originally thought that in the new world, no one knew her details, and she could rebuild a good enough image.

But all the efforts are in vain.

"Leave them alone."

Steve couldn't promise her no, and he preferred to correct Fiona's thinking from the beginning.

He repeated: "It doesn't matter what other people think, just leave them alone."

Fiona's eyes flickered: "Can I really ignore it? But, but..."

Her chest was shaking and burning, and some kind of power was about to burst out of her shell.

When she was confused, she also read similar chicken soup for the soul on the Internet.Black and white text can't touch her, but face-to-face words directly hit her heart.

Under the dim light, those blue eyes staring at her were not sharp, but like a sharp knife, tearing a hole in her chaotic soul.

Something is filling her empty shell.

She subconsciously reached out to catch it, and grasped the strong forearm.

Fiona belatedly realized that it was Steve, holding her face in one hand.

"What concerns do you have?" he said slowly. "Tell me."

Steve's voice probably had some kind of deceptive magic power, making her forget everything and speak out the answer in her heart:

"Because he's Iron Man..."

In different worlds, she has a similar start.

Will it fall into the same vortex that is difficult to break out of?

It sounded like a sentence out of context, but Steve understood.

Since her father is Iron Man, she also wants to be the best.

"Tony would be very proud if he knew."

Steve pressed his fingers a little harder on her small face, and it was very elastic.

"To be honest, I'm a little envious of him. I should have known..."

Forget it, he wasn't ready to raise a kid.

And not bad now?Tony is a father alone, and the whole league raises them together.It's not Tony's prerogative to hold her and rub her like this.

Fiona is so cute, how can there be such a silly child.

Fiona, whose face was rubbed by him, still had ignorant eyes, she called him vaguely: "Steve?"

Only then did Steve stop what he was doing, and followed Tony's example, flicking on her forehead.

"Including you, I have known your family for three generations. Let me think about it, can I teach you the most Stark way?"

Fiona nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing else, just do what you like."

He used to give an example, "Howard, is Tony's father. He did a lot of deviant things in that era. Before he achieved a huge success that can make everyone shut up, his style of acting has not been accepted by the mainstream. .”

"And Tony, he's even more messed up than his father...God, it's a relief to have a good boy like you in their family."

Steve recalled the past and smiled, "If Howard is still here, he must like you very much. He always wanted a daughter."

Fiona was still confused: "But they are all very powerful people."

"Well, but they also get a lot of criticism, and so do I."

Steve freed one hand and pressed the function key to change the lighting mode of the room.With a clear view, Fiona saw for herself how close she was to Steve—

Her face was red again, and she quietly let go of the hand holding his waist.

Steve took the tablet aside and focused on whatever was on his mind.

What he's about to do next may make Fiona hard, and in his heart, he doesn't want to hurt a child.

However, no one can protect her forever.

Of course he can spread his wings, gently accommodate her and encourage her, but this will make her more and more dependent on external forces and gradually lose her self-regulation ability.

Fiona couldn't live her life relying on other people's attitudes.

"There are billions of people in this world, and they have their own interests and desires, or just some hobbies. You can't satisfy everyone, and that's not your fault, everyone does."

"Don't compromise with them, they don't decide your life. Only you can decide what kind of person you are. Praise or slander, keep calm."

He asked, "What kind of organization do you think the Avengers are?"

Fiona tilted her head and thought for a while: "A superhero who upholds justice?"

"Wrong." Steve laughed. "It's a group of people with evil intentions who intend to override the law and bring terror. It's a bomb planted in the United States, which will destroy the peaceful life of citizens at any time."

"No." Fiona shook her head resolutely, "It's not like that. I know you are not, everyone knows."

Steve entered a few keywords and opened a certain website, "Not everyone thinks that way."

"VIS? Blocked it, you can't search it on your phone. But I think you have the right to know."

"Because you're also a member of the Avengers—if you read this, you're still willing to choose this path."

He handed the tablet to Fiona and took her hand.

"Although this process can only be done by yourself. But when I feel uncomfortable, I am here."