Princess Disease

The door is obviously not a good place to talk. There are so many reporters around. Now they are bewitched by the ether particles and their minds are not clear.

Isabella decided to enter the room first, and she vacillated between "perfunctory Louise and dismissing her" and "can't bear to see the beauty look regretful", and shamefully chose the latter.

"You have to ask my father if you can accept an interview," Isabella waved to Louise, "But I still have the right to bring you in."

Louise was startled for a moment, and then involuntarily showed a generous smile. She put a strand of long hair that fell down her cheek behind her ear, gave Clark a wink, and walked quickly behind Isabella. up the steps.

"Jarvis, open the door." Isabella knocked on the glass door: "Is Dad at home? Someone is visiting him."

The closed glass door opened in response, and Jarvis' voice came from the loudspeaker: "Well...Mr. is a little busy now, and I think he may need your help."

Isabella took Louise and Clark up to the [-]th floor by elevator, temporarily placed them in the small living room, and then poured drinks.

"You guys sit here for a while, I'll go find Dad," Isabella smiled at Louise, "I'll be back soon."

Louise put away the curious look in her eyes, and nodded to Isabella: "Okay, sorry to trouble you, Miss Stark."

After Isabella left in the elevator, Louise stood up and wandered to the huge French windows, crossing her arms and looking downstairs.

"Louise," Clark listened for a while, and after confirming that Isabella had really left, he whispered, "You..."

"I know what you want to say," Louise smiled, "Clark, it's fine if you follow me."

"That's not it." Clark frowned slightly, "Something was wrong downstairs just now."

When the excited reporters saw Isabella Stark, they didn't choose to swarm up, but politely parted ways to both sides. Clark didn't know when American reporters became so graceful and polite. .

This was not the first time Clark had seen Isabella. Because of Barry, he, Bruce, and Diana met Isabella in a coffee shop together. Of course, Isabella didn't know this.

At that time, Isabella was still a very ordinary little girl-not referring to her identity, appearance and family background, what Clark meant was that Isabella was a person without superpowers.

But now... Recalling the red glimmer in the eyes of the reporters downstairs, Clark's eyes suddenly darkened.

Isabella had no idea that Superman and his girlfriend were talking about themselves behind their backs, and she took the elevator all the way underground under Jarvis's instructions.

Stepping through the sound insulation layer, Isabella felt as if she had traveled through a whole world—the upper floor of the building was quiet and no noise could be heard, but Tony's underground studio seemed to be turned upside down, with the sound of chainsaws, The sound of electric drilling, jazz, laughter and conversation... All kinds of sounds are intertwined and merged into a sea of ​​joy...

Pooh.

Isabella pressed her fingerprints to open the door, and looked at the studio in front of her, which looked like a storm or a thief, with a confused look on her face: "Father, Saul, and... Horizontal Cannon? What are you doing?"

Tony and Saul were dressed similarly. They both wore a pair of loose sweatpants and a simple black racer vest on their upper body. They were half wet with sweat, outlining the straight and strong lines of their backs. The hormones released It can make the girls in the whole street dizzy.

It's just that their movements now... are not very graceful.

Saul was squatting in the corner with an electric drill to drill the wall, Tony was cutting a huge steel plate with a cutter, and the horizontal cannon turned into a robot and stood in the center to load things on the ceiling, and it also had a BGM that exploded .

"Hi! Little beauty, you're back!" Heng Pao turned around in a cool motion, and raised his hand to greet Isabella: "Long time no see, miss me?"

Before Isabella answered, Tony protested: "Hey, it's agreed not to harass my daughter!"

"I'm praising her." Heng Pao innocently spread his hands: "Well, you can do whatever you want."

After finishing the horizontal cannon, Tony took off the goggles and waved to Isabella: "Baby, come and help!"

Isabella didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you guys doing? Where's the captain? Where's Grandpa? And that Winter Soldier? Natasha said she was trying to persuade you to withdraw your decision, and I told her to give up as soon as possible..."

"Well done, you are worthy of being my daughter," Tony quickly entered the mode of "no matter what you do, you must compliment my daughter": "Baby, didn't you say you went to see Harry with that kid Peter? I thought you Not going home."

Isabella looked at Tony speechlessly: "Why don't you go home? You haven't answered my question yet... Dad, are you going to tear down our house?"

Closing down military factories and weapons departments is fine, after all, there are valid reasons, but demolition of houses... let's save it.

"Your idol and my father took their lovely old friend to Xavier School, hoping to find Professor X to help restore their memories. As for Ms. Agent, she went back to the small rented house in Queens to pack her bags Already." Tony took the towel from Isabella and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It seems that she is determined to get tired of being with me day and night."

Isabella said disapprovingly, "Daddy!"

"I'm just joking," Tony shrugged. "Let them go. Anyway, the place is big, and it's not that they can't sleep."

It's not a matter of size at all!

Isabella sighed helplessly, and changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, Dad, there is a reporter named Louise Lane upstairs who wants to interview you. I brought them in and asked if you have time."

"Louise Lane? I know her," the expression on Tony's face became a little weird: "Oh, baby, you will really cause trouble for Dad."

"There are a bunch of reporters around the door." Isabella took two glasses of water, and handed one to Tony and one to Saul: "I think she is the most beautiful, and I like her very much, so I brought her in."

"Pretty?" Tony raised his eyebrows: "I think that classmate named Lucy looks pretty."

Isabella immediately stared at Tony with wary eyes: "Father, even if Lucy wants to marry into the Stark family, that's my business, and it has nothing to do with you."

Tony:  …

"I think this matter can be discussed again." Tony coughed and reached out to ruffle Isabella's hair: "Just kidding, don't be nervous."

Are you nervous?Isabella rolled her eyes at Tony: "If you don't want to be interviewed, I will find an excuse to refuse her now, and you can make an appointment at another time."

"No, it's all here," Tony threw the towel on the shelf: "For your sake, baby, I'll go see her, you stay here and don't wander around, I have something to tell you later."

Tony hummed and left.

Isabella approached Saul curiously: "What are you guys going to do?"

"Tony said to modify this place and expand it," Sol stretched out his hands and gestured: "He wants to study a new type of weapon."

Isabella's heart moved, and she thought of the Mark plan that Jarvis had shown her before.

The computer on the desk was turned on, and Isabella strolled over with a cup, sat in a chair, and moved the mouse.

A design drawing of a humanoid armor appeared on the screen. Compared with the simplified version Isabella saw last time, this design drawing is more detailed, and the size, material, etc. are clearly marked.

Cross Cannon said proudly: "I helped Tony."

After all, Cybertron is full of mechanical life, and these are the strengths of Transformers.

"Me too," Sol finally drilled through the wall, he stood up, and smiled shyly at Isabella: "Although the technology level of our God's Domain is very advanced, I am not very proficient in these, so I also It's just an idea."

"You..." Isabella froze for a moment, and suddenly understood all of Tony's thoughts.

Tony held a press conference seemingly quietly, dropped a shocking news like a frying pan on the ground, then slapped his ass and walked away, leaving a bunch of people either in panic or gloating. Waiting to see the end of Stark Industries, in fact, he did not have a whim at all, nor was he stimulated by the kidnapping incident. He made the decision after careful consideration and arrangements of various plans and retreats.

Firstly, the weapons department was shut down, and the line of selling arms | fire was stopped. Then, the mark project was restarted, and new weapons were developed. At the same time, the reaction equation of clean energy should be further improved. After the test was successful, it would drive the complete transformation of Stark Industries.

Tony did not abandon this huge enterprise and the tens of thousands of people working for Stark, he finally shouldered the responsibility firmly on his shoulders.

Isabella let go of the last worry in her heart, she rubbed her cheeks: "Wait for me for a while, I'll go see Dad."

"Bring me down with a bottle of vodka," Saul said, "if it's convenient for you?"

Isabella gave Saul a bright smile: "No problem."

"Do you have anything to eat?" Isabella looked at Hengpao: "Uh...or what can you eat?"

Heng Pao's eyes lit up: "Oil, minerals, as long as it's energy."

Energy... Isabella involuntarily touched the ether particles on her chest.

The etheric particles flickered slightly, and they grabbed Isabella's collar tightly and remained motionless, pretending that they did not exist.

Fortunately, Isabella just had such a thought, and had no intention of donating the ether particles as food, and she couldn't take them off either.

"Will gasoline work?" Isabella asked.

Heng Pao raised his arm: "Yes!"

Isabella took a look at the size of the horizontal gun, and told Jarvis to order some gasoline, [-] liters for spare, and buy it when there is not enough.

Jarvis obediently placed the order.

Isabella took the elevator back to the [-]th floor. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she heard Tony laughing and saying, "...So, do you want to stay and have dinner with Ms. Lane?"

Oh, how long has it been since her father has dated someone?

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