[Comprehensive] Have you ever cared about the feelings of the target?

"Hey, Tony—" Rody held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Although he was having a heated fight with the girl beside him, he immediately got up and came to his side when he saw his friend, "You're an hour late , man—”

The two sat on the high stools at the bar, and Roddy glanced somewhere in the bar. There was a beautiful girl there, Jenny from International Politics and Communication, and beside her, a boy with brown hair was Courtesy her: "Look at Billy's face, he's really unappetizing—" Roddy put his hand on Stark's shoulder, "Tony, if you came twenty minutes earlier, I dare you Guaranteed, Jenny will never look at him again, after all, the only thing he can talk about is his uncle named Roosevelt..."

Stark didn't seem to hear Rody's words. After gulping down the wine in the glass, he couldn't wait for someone to pour a second glass for him, and directly snatched the whiskey from his friend.

Roddy yelled in a weird voice: "What's wrong with you, Tony? You've been using the same reason for the past few weeks. You said you had to be home before five o'clock, and you were so tired every day—" Roddy Suddenly had an extremely terrifying conjecture, his whole face was wrinkled together, "I swear I've seen a similar state, from my uncle who welcomed the birth of his first child..."

Stark exhaled, and thanked the waiter who brought him a new wine glass. He looked like he had escaped from some kind of disaster, and spit out a word to Roddy. It means that Rody has almost guessed the truth, he just needs to add some details: "You forgot what I told you, my father called me back last month, saying that they adopted a brother for me..."

Stark quickly interrupted what Rody was about to say, although he also had this thought at the time: "Stop your damn imagination, he didn't apologize to my mother."

Roddy made a zipper gesture on his mouth, and Stark sighed again: "Anyway, that's troublesome, I have to keep an eye on him every day, lest he kill himself in the house—" His hands wrapped Looking at his temples and turning in circles, "I guess if he's not out of his mind, he's a failed artificial intelligence that's about to be thrown into the dump."

Roddy showed a very interested expression, and in order to tell him this, Stark had to recall the first time he met the blond youth.

Tony Stark can swear that he has never been so magnanimous in the face of this new tenant——Stark may not be able to convince himself that he has an extra legal brother in the first afternoon. A sentence that made him uncomfortable, showing his kindness and friendliness: "Although I don't know how long you will stay here, I hope we can get along well, maybe I won't come back from tomorrow."

Stark stood up, he gathered his nightgown, and once again carefully looked at the young man from top to bottom, with blond hair and blue eyes, exquisite facial features, every part of his body seemed to be carved by God , impeccably perfect.

Stark couldn't help guessing his age. Maria told him that the young man might be his younger brother. Stark agreed with this statement just by looking at his face.However, the young man's straight back, which is obviously a trained stance, and his small habits remind Stark of the officer who talked to his father in the garden this morning, but he is dressed like a An old-fashioned gentleman from the country, although his face can make people forgive everything: "Well-well, the door on the second floor is your room, and you can use the kitchen and garden as much as you want, provided that you will use it later. Put them back to the way they were, because I don't like having the sweepers come to my door, no one can set foot in the house without my permission, can you do that?"

Seeing the young man smiling and nodding, Stark thought, if this was a girl, he would spend all his time dating him this week.

"Okay, the welcome ceremony is over—" Stark shrugged his shoulders and made a strange expression. You know, no matter what this handsome face becomes, it is hard to hate, "If you have nothing to say, So your name?"

Stark noticed that the blond young man didn't answer immediately, he glanced at the nameplate on the suitcase before speaking: "Noah, Noah Theresa—"

"Wow." Stark rolled his eyeballs up and let out a dry cheer. "This is a new name you created in 60 seconds. It sounds really good."

The young man stared at Stark's amber eyes, and it was hard for you to refuse this sincere look: "I'm sorry, but they told me that this is my original name, but I forgot something, so it's not quite right for now. Get familiar with it."

Stark pursed his lips and interrupted the young man's words: "To what extent, will it affect your life?"

"No, it won't have any effect, they say it's only mild..."

Stark interrupted the young man again: "Very well, Noah—" Although Stark still felt that he was calling a fake name, he didn't care much, "Since you said it won't affect your life So what happened, solve it yourself, don’t come to me, because I’m not here at any time—” Stark picked up the ice pack that was about to melt, “Thank you for this.”

With that, Stark finished their first meeting and turned and went upstairs, needing more sleep to heal his hangover headache.Just waiting for Stark to wake up in the middle of the night and go to the refrigerator downstairs to find some food, he found that there was no trace of anyone's activities on the first floor.This meant that his new tenant returned to the room and never came out again. He nodded in satisfaction, thinking that if the blond-haired youth continued to keep up, he had a hunch that they would get along very friendly.

However, by the next day, Stark would find out how wrong he was.

When Stark lived near the school, he naturally only needed to walk 8 minutes to meet his mentor.But on the morning when he returned home, he had to drive for half an hour to get to the campus, so Stark was about to be late. He hurriedly walked down from the second floor, just in time to meet the young man who had returned from exercising. He asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

The young man shook his head at him.

"Great——" Stark was wearing a tie in one hand, and he had to attend a meeting with his mentor this morning, "There is food in the refrigerator, I think you can help me make one, eggs, I like to sprinkle a little pepper, Thank you." When he checked that he didn't take some documents, and turned around, Stark noticed the laundry basket in the corner, which was full of his clothes that smelled of alcohol, "See, but I think You can wait until after breakfast to do this."

The young man nodded docilely.

There was a second pause in Stark's footsteps, because of some kind of sudden unease, not the unease caused by treating his new tenant as a servant, he confiscated his rent, didn't he?Stark couldn't explain it, and finally, when he spent 10 minutes, he found the information, answered a phone call, and after re-emerging from the room, Stark froze in place, his house was destroyed— —He would rather a hurricane, or some kind of Godzilla-like monster stomped down here.

Soaked in suds, the water leaking from the washing machine had flooded the living room, and among them, the kitchen smelled of charred black.And the next second, Stark watched sparks from the microwave oven in the young man's hand, and he immediately shouted: "Damn it, put it down and run away immediately, unless you want to take your The arm was blown off—”

The young man seemed a little flustered, he turned his head to look at the owner of the house: "I'm sorry, I tried to make a breakfast according to what you said, but I'm not very good at using these."

Stark let out a speechless laugh: "You told me you can't use it? God, even Captain America wouldn't say such a thing."

The young man frowned, he was a little puzzled: "You mean Steve? That's not necessarily the case."

Stark lifted his trouser legs and his leather shoes, and stepped on the foam-filled carpet to the young man's side.He wasn't actually angry. After all, he ordered the young man to do breakfast and laundry, and Stark didn't hate it that much, though he hated it.Just hearing what the young man said, he subconsciously asked, "Do you know Captain America?"

"Of course, he was my soldier back then."

Looking at the calm gaze of the young man, his exquisite face was completely different from those of the American soldiers, and at this moment his porcelain-like skin was still stained with a gray, Stark couldn't help but reach out and wipe him with his fingertips.And the young man wore a gray cashmere sweater today. Although the style was still a little old, it was much better than yesterday.

Stark pursed his lips. If he didn't do this, he would definitely laugh because of the young man's words, but he still couldn't help but jokingly replied: "So that's the case - what about Hulk? Back then I In the lab with him, he misremembered a data and got spanked by me, although we never saw each other after being there...”

"Dr. Banner seems to have gone to Egypt..."

Stark waved his hand, and interrupted the young man with an unbearable expression. He didn't expect his fabricated lies to be taken seriously: "In short, we will talk about those when we have time, and we need to clean up now..."

This time it was Stark's turn to be interrupted. He originally planned to invite his most hated cleaner to come to his door, provided that he had to be at home, then only in the evening during working hours, but he didn't care about those expensive ones. Cleanup fee.It's a pity that the young man showed a pleading look, as if if he didn't agree to him, those beautiful blue eyes would stare at you until your heart softened: "Please trust me, I will definitely be able to restore you to the original state."

Stark opened his mouth, his heart softened, but he was awkward and unwilling to show it: "You know I can't make it back at noon, right?" Seeing the young man nodding understandingly, he counted how long he had To restore the house to its original state, Stark was concerned about another matter, "Then what about your lunch?"

Seeing the young man pick up a paper bag, which may contain hot dogs or sandwiches, it seems that he bought it by the way when he just went out to exercise, and he should have his share. Stark guessed that it must be in the microwave oven that was about to explode.He gave a complimenting expression, then picked up the key on the table, and added a sentence before leaving: "So tonight..."

"Aren't you coming back?" The young man said inexplicably with anticipation.

Stark shattered his fantasy: "No, I'll be back, I'll have to check that you restored the house as you said." But that's what he meant to say, "Wait for me , I'll bring you dinner."

Roddy couldn't help laughing on the table, he laughed loudly, but fortunately the jazz in the bar covered it up: "So—oh my god, you have to swear you're not lying, I'm so curious that he is Not what you said."

"No, this is a story I can't make up." Stark shook his glass, he subconsciously didn't want to drink too much, because the young man didn't seem to like his drunken appearance, "He seems to have just been dug out of the ground Come out, it is incompatible with the current society."

In fact, Stark guessed some of the identity of the young man, from some mentioned by the latter, and his untraceable inquiries.The young man suffered serious injuries, which could have nearly killed him, before his father saved him.It also depends on his body. Through getting along these days, Stark noticed that he has certain abilities that are different from ordinary people. It is a pity that those irreversible injuries, even if young people have powerful abilities, he cannot. Self-healing, he can return to his present appearance, probably still has to rely on his father's method.

This reshape the youth into a newborn, he is like a blank sheet of paper, or a machine waiting to input information, so he lacks the common sense of life, and some of his behaviors do not conform to the logic of behavior.However, he is like a sponge, frantically absorbing all the information around him.

After Roddy laughed for a while, he took a sip of wine: "So you have been a daddy patiently for almost a month, in order to take care of him-but it's not like you, Tony, I thought you would be the next day Just freak out and quit, but you don't look like you're mad at him at all."

"Why is that, Tony?"

Stark suddenly didn't want to answer Roddy's question, he shrugged: "I don't know—maybe it's because of my mother, you know, the threat she made when she left."

This is not a wrong choice, Stark allows the youth to live in because of his mother's opening.But after there, and their month together, Stark has to admit that the young man is hard to hate, even though he looks like a huge walking nuisance.However, those mistakes he made will not appear again next time, because his ability to learn and imitate is amazing.Stark even threw him a recipe, and he could have a pretty good Italian dish at the table at night.

Stark didn't want to go back to his home because it was always empty.He knew that his parents were working for S.H.I.E.L.D., and that they kept their secrets was a kind of protection. He could understand, but it didn't mean that his childhood liked to face birthdays that were always alone, and vacations that never materialized The amusement park, as well as his father's implicit pressure on him, it seemed that he would leave him at any time, and he wanted to give everything to him as soon as possible, so as not to stop those precious researches from now on.

Stark hated that, so he became a slutty dude, knowing he was being childish.But like some kind of religious belief, as long as he does this, his worried father will stay with him longer.

And the arrival of the youth made Stark feel like returning to his childhood, he could see the faintly lit light in the courtyard.Although they were usually out of touch except at dinner time, and the young man was always alone in his room looking at the books he had brought, Stark suspected that his trunk was full of his books.When he comes back by car, he likes to park on the side of the street first. From this angle, he can see the young man in the room on the second floor. His focused side face is like the shop window he passed by when he was a child. Yes, and now, Tony Stark has moved all the windows back to his home.

Roddy and Stark clinked glasses, and the crisp sound interrupted Stark's nostalgia. He gave the answer to the question he asked Stark just now: "I know you enough, Tony ——Actually, you don’t need to tell me other reasons, there is only one reason, isn’t that kid damn good-looking?”

Stark nodded without hesitation first, as if someone asked you a simple math problem and you gave the most accurate answer.But soon, like a cat whose tail was suddenly stepped on, he raised his voice and said, "But so what, what do you want? He's a man—"

Rody looked innocent: "I didn't say anything—" he continued, "I have at most a suggestion, since you are so worried about leaving him alone at home, you can bring him here, In this way, you can continue to be your daddy, and you can also let your friends meet him."

"No." Stark refused for a second.

The reason why he moved the shop window home was because he didn't want anyone to see his favorite display counter again, which was his own treasure.He never minded sharing with Roddy in the past, from his car to his last drink.But this time was different. When Rody wanted to know the young man, he felt an unpleasant offense, like a dragon guarding a treasure hearing that someone was coveting his treasure.

Roddy shrugged, still with the same expression.And Stark immediately realized that he was overreacting, but he could still find a reason: "Hey, don't think I don't know what you're going to do. Last time, I saw you go to the bathroom with that ballerina boy—"

"Man, I just tried it out, and I heard it was fun, and the pursuit of happiness is what everyone should do." Roddy looked like those telemarketers, and he was the one with the highest commission this week, "It's just I failed because I couldn't take it. But I loved trying the things themselves—"

Stark didn't stay in the bar later, and after he left, many girls seemed to have received some kind of signal that they had to leave.Jenny, for example, who had had enough of Billy's average 15-minute night to bring up his uncle's conversation, stood up and gave the reason that her mother had called her.

And when he got home, the young man who was opening the refrigerator to fill with ice milk suddenly turned his head, maybe he was taken aback by Stark's sudden appearance, he was choked, and there were milky white milk stains on the corner of his mouth : "Tony, why are you back?"

Stark inexplicably felt parched, he thought he must be crazy, but the conversation Rody had with him before kept circling in his mind, and Stark spoke in a voice that didn't seem to be his own: "Do you still remember, That book on human social behavior that you wanted to discuss with me last time?"

The young man seemed very happy, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward: "Is it possible? I'm curious about the last paragraph. After all, this book is marked as helping me better adapt to this society, so let's start now..."

"No—my opinion is that you can come to my room."

They were so close that Stark could even smell the young man's freshly bathed breath.Although they used the same brand of shower gel, the fragrance from the young man was inexplicably pleasant.

"You know, all self-aware behaviors of human beings are to enhance self-satisfaction—" Stark blushed, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt, he decided to give up this attempt, and then went to school tomorrow to beat Roddy violently a meal.

But the young man has already acted on him according to what the book said: "So will you be satisfied with this kind of touching?"

Stark felt that the young man's fingertips seemed to be carrying electricity, and he trembled slightly. At this moment, he seemed to have become a shy high school student for no reason. He couldn't even make a sound, he could only pant and shake his head or nod.Until the young man suddenly stopped, and his words made Stark tighten his heart: "I found out that I was wrong——"

Tony Stark blinked, he seemed to be ready for something, such as getting a forgiveness or something.

"You told me last time that I envied your size."

Stark moved his butt uncomfortably, even though he was wearing pants, but because of some ambiguous imagination of his, he hadn't even started to try, just imagining him was too excited.Facing the sudden words of the young man, he nodded in a daze, meaningless.

"Maybe it's because I didn't see clearly last time." The young man looked down again, "You are indeed older than me." But then, he seemed a little unwilling, and the young man gestured with his fingers, "It's only a little bigger .”

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