Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Before Superman was Superman, he was an outlier.

He is powerful, has a keen sense of hearing, and can see through bones with a single glance. Under the cover of layers of clothes, he can see the beating hearts of human beings in panic.

"People are always afraid of things they don't understand." My father said, "Longing for miracles, but also afraid of miracles. Your appearance can almost destroy all the known things built on the basis of reality. But it's not your fault."

"Am I doomed to bear this alone?" asked the very tiny Clark. "I don't want to... only I'm different."

There was a soft little hand on the back of his hand, and the palm was warm.

Still sticky.

Clark came back to his senses and saw the little Daisy baby standing in front of him.

The little one wanted to drink juice, so the old father cut a lemon and planned to add some honey mixed with water and put it in the bottle.But she was very greedy, seeing slices of fresh golden lemons being cut, she couldn't bear it, and pulled her pants like a koala to climb up to get them. Tony had no choice but to give a thick slice.

"I don't care about acid," he said.

When Daisy got the baby, she slipped out of the kitchen with a lemon in her hands, went to the living room, and stood there alone eating happily.

Putting the lemon into her mouth and biting it with her teeth, the plump and sour juice bloomed on her immature taste buds, instantly wrinkling her nose and eyes together on her face.

The unbearable acid for young children, tasted for the first time, is so profound that it hits the soul directly.

Daisy's big blue eyes had two packs of crystal clear tears that were about to fall, and when she blinked, two big drops fell to the ground.

Poor food.

Thor watched from the side, grinning his teeth, as if the sourness passed through Daisy's mouth and passed into his mouth through the air.

Think about it or not.

He felt compassion for the human cubs, and originally wanted to go and get a painful lemon for Daisy, but as soon as he took a step, the tearful baby gave a bite of the lemon to his mouth while crying again.

Thor: "..."

I don't like to eat this little thing, but I still have to swallow it firmly after being so sour, without wasting any food, it is simply awe-inspiring.

When Clark was touched on the back of his hand, Xiaotuanzi had just finished eating the extremely sour lemon, his hands were sticky, and he wanted to ask him for a paper to wipe.

There were several tear stains on her white and tender face, she was afraid that when Tony came out of the kitchen, he would suspect that someone was bullying his little daughter.

Clark thought it was funny, took out a tissue, held the little finger in his big hand, and wiped the front and back of it clean.

It looks very warm.

Stephen sat beside him with a faint look on his face.The two fluttering little red horns on both sides of the cheeks are comparing their hearts hypocritically.

If you don't compare your heart to his nostrils, you can probably tolerate it a little longer.

The old father came out of the kitchen with a baby bottle filled with honey and lemonade. When the tidy dumpling saw it, he rushed over to drink it.

He loves food so much, sometimes it makes people worry that if they just give a candy outside, they will be abducted.

"You didn't finish your sentence." Tony sat down on the sofa with his daughter and looked at Clark, "Please continue."

After all, I am a little sorry.

Clark Kent met his father's sentient consciousness by chance and knew that his name on Krypton was Kyle-Eyre, but Daisy didn't know anything.

What name, what identity, who are the parents, all are still blank.

Fortunately, there are some important things that some clansmen can tell.

"Daisy is the same as me." Clark looked at the baby who was holding the bottle with relish, and shook his hand loosely. "She is growing up, and she may show some abnormalities. I hope you will protect her and teach her well." She uses superpowers correctly."

"But I'm sure she'll be a kind person." He just laughed.

Facing him now, Tony's lips were not as tight as before. He looked down at his little daughter who was imitating his posture and leaning on the sofa, and said in a gentle tone, "I know."

He was a little arrogant at the beginning, but now he feels uneasy when he speaks softer words. He turned his face and added: "If you want to see her, you can come anytime."

Think about it, and add another sentence: "I will pay for the air ticket."

Clark said, "No need."

As he said this, he looked up at Thor for some reason.

The keen little radar in the God of Thunder's brain was beeping: "What are you looking at me for?"

"It's nothing."

The Stark family does not have the habit of keeping guests for dinner, except for those who stay at home for dinner.Clark only took half a day off, and he had to rush back to the agency in the afternoon, patted Daisy's head, and got up to leave.

Some time before leaving, I had a private chat with Stephen.

Doctor Strange watched the on-the-spot recognition for so long, and he was very patient and did not interrupt, but even with good patience, he was still indifferent when talking about the safety of the earth: "How can I believe that you are not a threat to the earth?"

"I have American citizenship, Mr. Strange." Clark lifted his glasses, "I have lived on Earth for 33 years."

"People in Lonely Island live even longer," Stephen said.

Clark thought about it, bowed his head and smiled, "Then you can only trust me."

The Cosmopolitan visitor is clearly popular with the Starks.

Before leaving, he was stopped by Stephen once, walked out the door, and saw Thor standing against the wall again.

Thor has always been worried about this inexplicably familiar person. When he saw him come out, he waved his hand casually: "I know it's strange to say this. But if you can, I would like to ask you to take off your glasses."

"I don't understand." Clark said.

"You don't need to understand, it's not a technical problem." Thor was very tolerant, seeing him not moving, and raised his hand to demonstrate on the tall, straight nose bridge with nothing, "Just pick it off like this."

The other party was not very resistant, and was willing to concentrate on thinking for a while about his nonsensical proposal.

After thinking about it, Clark lowered his head and buttoned his coat.

"...Are you wearing your glasses there?" Thor wondered if he didn't express his meaning clearly, but he clearly said it simply.

He soon learned why the man was buttoning his buttons.

Clark buttoned up the button, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled slightly.

He smiled a lot today, which is a good thing.

The pair of little tiger teeth are especially beautiful when they smile, and their brows are stretched, which is more charming than the official frowning interview.

He smiled like this, and said slowly: "I think, even if I wear glasses to fly, I can still fly faster than you."

The smile on Odin's son's face gradually disappeared.

He had an intuition a long time ago, but his intuition came true, and he couldn't make people happy no matter what.

Not only was he unhappy, he even wanted to hit someone with a hammer.

However, before he even picked up the hammer, the ordinary little reporter standing in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye—as he said, quickly, very quickly.

Swipe out as quickly as light, and remember to close the door of the villa intimately.

Thor breathes fire in the villa.

"So it's him who I met this morning." Tony took a good look at it, stretched his limbs and sat lazily, eating popcorn while watching.

Thor's depression didn't last long.

There's a theory that if you want something to happen, it's better to forget about it, the longer you wait, the less likely it will come, and if you don't wait, the shit will come to you, and it will work better than any spell .

He had been looking forward to it for several days, looking forward to a response from the gatekeeper Heimdall from Asgard, opening the Rainbow Bridge so that he could return to Asgard, but he couldn't wait for it.

At this moment, I was distracted thinking about the black history that was ridiculed by a Kryptonian, and an all-too-familiar voice sounded in my ears: "Thor."

It came suddenly, like an oracle.

Tony's popcorn doesn't have to be eaten either.

From his angle, he saw Thor wielding the hammer, suddenly stopped there, turned his head to hear some sound, and he became more and more about to hit someone, he squeezed his big hand, and the earth costume on his body turned away It became a gladiator style again, with the red cloak falling on his feet, majestic and majestic.

"Loki fired Heimdall." It's not easy being an older brother, Thor's temples were throbbing, "He also fired Heimdall!???"

He gritted his teeth, fortunately he still had time to look at Tony, and said "I'll be back soon" before rushing out the door.

Coming and going like the wind, Daisy who was sitting next to her father was stunned for a moment.

She also stretched her neck and searched for Thor in the living room for a while, but she couldn't find anyone. She looked at her father and spread her hands: "No."

"Thank you, he will come back again." The old father said lightly.

I really don't know what day it is today. People in the villa came and went. Tony glanced at the mage left in the living room, and was about to consider whether he should invite him back to some magic palace in New York first, and then heard Javi Si said on the head: "Sir, you have a call."

Irrelevant calls are often transferred from the system to the company assistant, so he doesn't even need to look at the phone number, and he transfers to his mobile phone to answer.

I regret it when I finish it.

A trembling old woman's voice came from the receiver: "Is it Tony Stark's family?"

"..."

The chairman was expressionless: "Hang up, Jarvis."

This sentence is obviously more effective than any panacea. Before the words finished, the other party suddenly became angry. Although she sounded like an old woman, she was already a healthy old woman: "Is my little Daisy here?"

"How about taking her over to Westchester for the weekend?" said the old woman. "I bake apple pie."