Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Tuanzi was taken to sleep in the room by the old father.

The baby swimming in the dreamland has become a little doll at his mercy. He is placed on the bed, his arms and legs are arranged by the adults, and he feels the soft quilt covering him and wriggles comfortably.

Now that she can eat and sleep, that's the best thing for Tony.

When Steve went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of vegetables and came back, Tony took his daughter back to the bedroom, and he went into the kitchen to put the things away by category.

Looking at the time, he wanted to put the pot on the stove and try to cook, but a hand stretched out from the side and took care of the kitchen for him.

"You are in a good mood today." Natasha said.

She put a lot of stickers on her right hand, with childish cartoon patterns and colorful ones. They were played with Daisy this morning, and were pasted one by one by the baby.

Daisy is now playing well with the minions and forgets about the stickers, but Natasha is still willing to keep the designs.

As an agent, Natasha went through life and death, and she was always nervous. During the days when she temporarily stayed in the Avengers Building, her brows were relaxed, and her gestures revealed a touch of peace.

The lights, the feasting, the greenery are all empty, and such an ordinary life makes people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

Seeing Natasha take the pot, Steve consciously moved aside and picked up the kitchen knife to cut carrots.

He was burly and fit, with a lacy apron around his waist, and he looked less like a superhero than a parent in the kitchen.

The kitchen knife makes a sound of "Duk, Duck, Duck" on the chopping board, which is very rhythmic, and every time it hits, the heart beats.

"Did you meet someone in the supermarket?" Seeing that Steve didn't answer, Natasha continued to ask while heating the pot.

The flames burned the bottom of the pot, jumping and jumping, light and beautiful, but scorching but powerful.

She asked this because during the nearly two weeks of recuperation, Steve and Tony didn't talk much, and Tony didn't talk much to Steve. When they met again, the two of them seemed to be intentional or unintentional, and they were both trying to avoid a long-term relationship. communicate directly.

"No." Steve said, "Everything is on track, Sam is still waiting for me, it's time to leave."

"Are you leaving today?"

"The sooner we leave, the better. We are all people carrying arrest warrants, and this is all Rhodes can delay, so don't make things difficult for him."

He looked up at her, "What about you?"

Natasha was silent.

After a while, she said softly: "Slice the carrot thinner, I tend to cook it too hard, and Daisy can't chew it well."

Two people were talking in the kitchen, and there were also people talking in the small dark room of the base, separated by one wall after another.

Tony was sitting upright on the sofa, with the five fingers of his left hand clasped with the five fingers of his right hand, with a serious expression, and a crowded and noisy banana was reflected in his pupils.

He was so noisy that his seriousness had no sense of existence, and he had to cough heavily twice to make his voice a little softer.

Rhodes was doing nothing beside him.

As a father, he has to talk to this group of uninvited guests who are looking for their daughter to be the boss. As a good friend, he should come to help deal with it, and watch the excitement by the way.

Facing Tony's ruthless face, the minions put their hands behind their backs, and if they had ears, they would shrink back, all at a loss.

"Do you also use dollars?" Tony asked.

When he spoke, seeing Kevin's mouth opened wide, he raised his hand to signal silence: "Don't talk, I don't understand anyway."

The mechanical arm silently held a box containing US dollars, and slipped from behind to the front.Open the cover with a clatter, and the neatly stacked money bricks are eye-catching.

Minions will of course use US dollars.

Just look at their eyes turning into dollar signs in unison.

"I don't care why you came to Daisy, I hope you are clear, she doesn't want to be the boss, and she doesn't need so many younger brothers, please go back to the Banana Tribe, okay?" Tony waved his hand and asked Benben to give the box to Kevin , "Let's go now."

Kevin didn't take the money.

The minions' instinctive greed for money has passed, and they all feel sad and listless, like a banana balloon that has been bitten, deflated, and even life has no meaning.

The tearful eyes lifted up one by one, staring at Tony desperately.

The performance was exaggerated, and the victory was due to the large number of people. For a while, even Rhodes was a little moved.

But Tony may have put on a mask on his face, nothing has changed, and he still said: "Let's go."

Hopeless, Little Banana hugged each other and wailed loudly, tears became a vast ocean, sad for finally finding and losing the boss, and even more sad for herself.

What is the difference between a little yellow man without a goal and a salted fish.

The salted fish finally left from the Avengers base with sad faces at Tony's insistence.

Before leaving, they tried to stretch their necks—if the capsule had a neck—to take a last look at Daisy, but Daisy was still asleep and couldn't see anything.

The door slowly closed.

Tuanzi didn't know that she had lost a group of followers while she was sleeping. She didn't wake up until after everyone had eaten lunch. She sat limply on the floor of the living room, and ate the food by herself with a spoon.

Peter likes to watch Daisy eat, and Vision also likes to watch Daisy eat. The two of them lay side by side on the carpet to watch live broadcasts of one-and-a-half-year-old children, watching with gusto.

Daisy scooped up a spoonful of smashed carrots, and put a broccoli flower in her other free hand. Her mouth was wide open, and as she approached her mouth, seeing Peter’s concentration, she turned the spoon and handed it to him. go ahead.

"Skin." Her face was stuffed round, and her speech was vague.

Peter just laughed, shook his head and refused to eat, and then let the toddler who was willing to share feed the food into her own mouth.

Vision fell into thinking: "Why didn't she feed me?"

"You don't eat." Peter looked at him.

"Does she know?"

"Kids are smart."

Vision shut his mouth.

His mouth was closed, but his mind was still moving. Seeing that Daisy was eating, her little feet were still dangling, and he poked him solemnly, causing her to quickly retract her little feet and sit cross-legged.

Daisy remembered the little yellow man who had a good time with her before, and she looked for it for a while after eating, but she didn't know that her playmate was asked to leave the base by the old father with the routine of "giving you 100 million to leave my daughter", thinking that it was like It was the same as before, just met a temporary little friend, although she was reluctant to give up, with Peter coaxing her, she was willing to sit on her second favorite lap and play puzzles.

Have fun and get tweeted by Peter.

Everyone was laughing, even Steve, standing in the most inconspicuous part of the living room.

The former captain now speaks so little in a day that he can count on one hand.

Probably the laughter was heard by Tony, and he looked up and took a look here.

Eyes meet and then move away.

Steve didn't tell Tony that he was leaving at night, and the rest of the people didn't know.

Farewell without fanfare.

So when the snow gradually became smaller as the night fell, and the base sank into sleep, the tall shadow quietly pushed open the door, and the footsteps landed silently, wanting to take advantage of the moonlight to leave.

The only thing I didn't expect was that someone was already basking in the moonlight outside.

Tony stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows without turning his head, knowing that Steve stepped into the living room and asked, "Shall we chat?"