Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 160

His attitude in answering the questions made the child very satisfied. He moved his face closer, touched his forehead intimately, stretched out his fingers and counted slowly: "Daddy and Pi. Auntie."

Auntie meant Natasha, of course.

Like Steve, she has not shown her face for a long time since the last farewell, and no one else knows whether she is safe or not.

Many times, old acquaintances are just lost in the tossing and wandering, and become strangers over the years, which is a pity.

"Do you want to?" Daisy asked Steve, shaking her little feet, "Uncle?"

Before the adults could speak, she started asking and answering herself, and she answered pretty well: "I miss Dad. I miss Pi."

As he spoke, he felt a little sad, his face drooped, and he spread his small hands in front of Steve: "Where is Auntie?"

The smile on Steve's face faded a bit, seeing the look of a mother-in-law with a baby in his arms, he comforted in a warm voice: "She will live well."

I am afraid that he himself will not believe this sentence.

Times have changed, and Secretary of State Ross has never relaxed his hunt for these wanted criminals. Recently, because of the source of fire, he has paid more attention to it. As long as he does not bow his head for a day, the former superhero will always have to live in hiding.

"Clenching your fists is to save people, it's never about the good or bad." Steve said later.

Now, he was about to answer Daisy's question, but suddenly felt something, closed his mouth, turned around, and was facing Tony who was looking at the wall with his arms folded.

Tony didn't know how long he had been awake, with an imageless messy head on his head, wearing an imageless baby bear pajamas, looking at this head, his eyes were calm.

"Daddy!" Daisy said happily.

She was willing to let Steve hold her, but when she saw her old father, she immediately stretched out her two arms, wanting to transfer from this warm and wide embrace to another warm and wide embrace.

"So." Tony came to pick up his daughter, and let the little hand wrap around his neck, touching it softly and itchingly, "You are a lone ranger now."

Tuanzi was lying in his father's arms, and when he lowered his head, he found a round ball in his throat moving when his father was talking. He didn't pay attention to it in the past, but now he pays attention to it. He was as surprised as if he had explored a new continent. He touched it with his hands and planned to pick it up. , suspected to have swallowed a candy in it.

Before the skin became red, the unbearable old father finally raised his hand, grabbed the troublemaker's hand, and put it close to her side.

"Actually not." Steve said, "Sam and I are still very good partners. He has his own affairs, not to mention just picking up Optimus Prime's companion, there is no need to act together."

"You and the leader of the bumblebee have a lot to talk about." Tony said, "The color matching is the same, so the topic should be the same."

"Optimus Prime respects life, and respects people on Earth." Steve nodded in agreement, "He said that Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, wants to use the fire source to create mechanical legions on Earth. If he succeeds, the Earth will be devastated."

The two adults were talking about a very important topic, but Daisy wasn't listening. She might not understand the source of fire or the legion. She turned to look at her father, and then at her uncle who had been playing with her all morning. Somewhat puzzled.

Tony wasn't someone who couldn't laugh, and neither was Steve.

The two of them faced her with a gentle face, and they were willing to smile happily with their lips bent. Looking at each other's face for some reason, their mouths seemed to be stuck with glue, and they couldn't even turn them up.

But not unhappy.

Adults are really the most complicated creatures in the world.

Compared with her peers, Tuanzi is a little smaller, but she can already remember many details that her peers can't remember, speak fluently, and occasionally think about problems and draw inferences, but when thinking about interpersonal relationships, her brain can turn around Can't get an answer either.

"Me and the Autobots will leave soon," Steve said.

"Can you talk somewhere else?" Tony asked. "I'm very hungry."

In the usual Stark family, except for Wendy who came to work, Daisy was the first to wake up.But last night, a centenarian with an extremely self-disciplined life came. As soon as it was dawn, he could see a tall figure coming out of the guest room, which shocked the stupid walking around to entertain himself.

Steve got up early and made breakfast by the way, which saved Wendy from a regular job.

Sitting at the dining table, Tony glanced down at the plate that Wendy brought up. Just smelling the smell, he knew that the food was not from her hands. The sandwich is delivered to the mouth.

As a soldier, Rhodes' cooking is obviously darker.

Of course, it’s best not to let the colonel, who is thousands of miles away, hear this. When he called recently, he talked about the children’s meal he was trying to make, and said that he would make it for Daisy himself next time he came to visit.

For the first time, the old father had such deep sympathy for his innocent little daughter.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Tony swallowed his food, reached for the juice and took a sip, asking Steve.

Captain America sat in front of Daisy, his figure was really huge, like an extremely stable mountain, and the mountain was unmoved when he heard Tony's question, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said: "No need, Tony. "

He raised the bag of cheese sticks as a signal, seeing Tony frowning and shaking his head, he continued: "I showed my face in their territory, I must be more determined to find me now, and the pressure on you will not be small. Go up You've made a tough choice the other time, don't have to. Choose and don't choose."

"I'm not going to choose." Tony forked a piece of ham. "I've never seen Steve Rogers at home, and I don't know any Autobots."

"That's exactly what I want to say." Steve answered immediately, "I will help Optimus Prime with the matter of the source of fire, and you don't have to do anything."

"I didn't intend to make a move," Tony said.

Steve groans.

Since we met last night, he finally has a faint smile on Tony's face. Although there is some helplessness in the smile, the helplessness stems from a considerable understanding of this ally—or former ally—"I don't need to ask Jarvis, I also know that you checked all the information you could find on the source of the spark overnight, and probably tried to find the location of one of the Decepticons."

The old father's lips tightened.

He finished the rest of his breakfast and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "It's a bit salty."

Looking up at Steve, he continued, "Jarvis won't tell you anything."

"Benben, where's the TV remote?" Wendy's voice came from outside.

Daisy was taken by an adult, so she was so bored, she was watching TV outside, the volume was too loud, and she was ordered by the nanny to turn it down, but after searching all over, the remote control was missing.

The adults who had finished their breakfast came to the living room with the scurrying dumpling, just as Wendy was adjusting the volume on the touch screen of the TV.

Tony's eyes swept across the TV screen, and seeing the solemn expression of the speaker on the podium, he immediately remembered something, raised his hand and looked at the date on his watch, and said to Steve: "Today should be yours. festival."

November [-]th, Veterans Day.

Today, all parts of the country are on holiday, holding parades, speeches or other activities to express their respect for the soldiers who defended the country in previous wars.

There is no place more cruel than the battlefield, where life is fleeting, and a wall full of loyalty and flesh and blood is used as a barrier for countless civilians and national interests.

As for the proposition of whether defending the country is equal to defending justice, there has been endless debate.

Tony stood at home and didn't intend to argue about it.

Steve is also watching TV.

He was looking at the neat military uniforms on the soldiers and the Stars and Stripes on their backs, his blue eyes were filled with emotion, he felt a little nostalgic, but not envious.

Ironically, soldier Steve Rogers resolutely gave his life to protect thousands of innocent lives 70 years ago, and 70 years later, even Veteran's Day cannot be celebrated.

Not only because Steve Rogers' file has been stamped with a stamp of death confirmation, but also because even though everyone knows that he is the great super soldier Rogers, but also knows that he is a wanted fugitive, no more glory, naturally There is no need to pursue the glory under the sun.

"No, Tony." Steve shook his head. "I didn't plan to have this holiday. Are Optimus Prime and the others up?"

The Autobots are more than just waking up.

When Tony and Steve walk to the garage, they can also witness their comfortable life in Stark Villa.

Of course, this kind of life is not their active pursuit, but last night they managed to turn off the lights. After the internal meeting, a few bosses were about to turn off the engine and close their eyes to rest, but they felt that there were many footsteps gently stepping in the door. Opening his eyes again, he received an unprecedented high-level courtesy that even the host could not provide.

"It's not good." Jazz lay on the temporary massage bed piled up with many tires, enjoying the strength of the ten minions and the extremely comfortable horse killing chicken. He refused at first, but gradually became "really fragrant" and relaxed his muscles and bones , The phrase "it's not good" was eaten back into the stomach early, and turned into exhaust gas and expelled.

Bumblebee is sitting upright, and the troublesome trio of Kevin, Bob, and Stuart are doing car detailing for him, washing, brushing, and waxing him, making him shiny and pushing him out to be the face of the Autobots. worthy of responsibility.

As a clean stream, Optimus Prime didn't need any service. He stood in the center of the garage, looked around at the group of companions, and sighed.

The little yellow man, as the follower of the villains in the past, is not a typical example of selfless dedication.

They worked so hard, of course, because they like Transformers, and more importantly, they want to be able to drive a car transformed into an Autobot for a ride after the horse kills the chicken.

This wish should have been shattered the moment the big devil, Daisy's father, stepped into the garage.

Tony watched the hot scene brought by the banana capsule, and his temple throbbed faintly.

It was only later that I realized that the temple twitching was not because of anger, but because I had a bad premonition about something bad that was about to happen.

He stood there, looking at the silent minions, before he could speak, he heard Jarvis say: "Sir, you have guests."

"It's Cody Water who visited yesterday."

"He bypassed my security system and walked right in—"