Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The old father of the Stark family also used his eyes too much.

Daisy's eyes are fine. Simpson took a closer look and said that the performance of the clean energy developed by Stark Industries is better, and it will not be a problem for the last 100 years.

"Little Daisy, little Daisy." Simpson held the test form, looked at Daisy, who was eating candy with her head down, with mixed feelings, "You are the biggest surprise that God gave me."

His medical skills are not bad, but since he knew that Daisy was from Kryptonian, every time he checked Daisy, he couldn't help wondering whether Kryptonian people applied human health standards, and what to do if they didn't.

Daisy peeled off the candy wrapper.

The left eye is fine, but the left eye should be blinked less these two days, other than that, there is nothing else.

But Daisy still couldn't be happy when she met Doctor Simpson who wanted to provoke children.

Because Tony always has to read a lot of documents, or watch a lot of battle videos, or make weapons in front of the screen, his eyes are exhausted, and he sleeps late, and his eye sockets feel dry and uncomfortable.

Simpson took eye drops and told Tony to go back and drip them.

Back home, Daisy volunteered to give her father some eye drops.

"As long as you don't stick your fingers in my eyes, ma'am," Tony said.

The chairman obediently sat on the sofa and raised his head.

Daisy felt that this was an operation on her father's eyes. Unlike the doctor games she had played before, this time she was giving real medicine, so she solemnly flew to wash her hands, and then came back to unscrew the cap of the eye drops.

Natasha asked, "Can you help me?"

"I can take good care of Daddy, Auntie," said Daisy.

"Okay." Natasha nodded.

She glanced at Tony, who had been waiting with his neck up for almost 5 minutes, and said to herself that her eyes were not dripped properly, and instead she had cervical spondylosis.

Daisy flew to the top of her father's head with the eyedrop bottle, carefully opened the old father's eyelids with her fingers, and said softly, "Are you ready, Dad?"

"I was preparing it five minutes ago." Tony said, "What do you think?"

Daisy squeezed the medicine bottle, and the eye drops, like tears, wobbled and dripped down into the maple syrup-colored calm lake.

Tony Stark has a pair of beautiful eyes, shining like a light source in the dark night.

When full of anger, the eyes are so fierce that it makes people tremble, but once they become gentle, just a small movement of lowering the eyes is enough to stir up thousands of blue waves.

Dad has brown eyes, Daisy has blue eyes.

Dad has brunette hair, but Daisy has beautiful blonde hair.

The two of them seemed alike in no way--it would be strange to look alike.

When Daisy chatted with Missy in the kindergarten, she heard Missy say that her good hair looks like her mother Mary.

"Mom said she made me beautiful!" Missy said.

Sheldon listened, and made a retching motion beside him.

Sheldon's IQ is not sure whether it is inherited from his father or his mother. In fact, if the IQs of Mr. Cooper and Mrs. Cooper are combined, the youngest son may not have a higher IQ. The brains are not similar, but Sheldon's blue eyes are like Mr. Cooper.

Although Sheldon won't admit it, when he reads a science book with gusto, his eyes are no different from Mr. Cooper's eyes at a good football game.

Daisy tried hard to tell how she looked like her father.

Where can it be?She and Tony didn't even have similar hair textures.

Missy is proud of having hair as good as her mother, and Daisy can only envy her, envy her, and feel a little sad.

Adults usually don't mention it, but children have a vague concept. Daisy Stark is not Tony Stark's biological child and has no blood relationship, so she doesn't look alike.

In terms of similarity, her small body was selected by the Soul Gem from the Kryptonian's creation library, and her hair color is the same, but in other places, she really doesn't look the same.

Daisy is neither like her mother nor her father.

While Missy was still analyzing how Sheldon looked like Mrs. Cooper, Daisy quietly closed her mouth and stopped talking.

When she got home that day, Daisy didn't eat any snacks and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

This afternoon, I ate pizza. Steve bought it from the street wearing a humanoid face mask. The three adults sat down and had already eaten a piece of pizza. Daisy hadn't come out yet.

In normal times, when she smelled the aroma of pizza, she would fly up, and took a bite of a slice first regardless of how hot it was.

Natasha got up and went to see the child.

The bathroom door was closed, she knocked on the door: "Is Daisy in?"

A voice came from inside saying, "Daisy is inside."

"Are you washing your face?" Natasha was a little relieved, leaning on the door and asked.

"No, Aunt Xiaona." Daisy said.

"Then what are you doing?"

Daisy didn't answer this time.

Natasha couldn't help knocking on the door again: "Can I go in and have a look?"

After a while, the inside said softly: "Aunt Xiaona is fine."

Natasha pushed the door open and entered.

Don't look at it, but when she saw it, she was shocked by the scene in front of her, and then raised her hand to her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or sigh helplessly.

Daisy usually used small props to play house games, but now she became more and more realistic and began to put makeup on her face.

I don't know when she brought the paintbrush to the bathroom, closed the door, and drew a unique Stark-style beard on her face. Painting the beard is not enough, and now she is trying to dye her hair with a brown pen. Add some color to the end of a strand of hair.

After all, this is not how hair is dyed. Most of Daisy's brushes are spent in her hands. Those colorful hands look like a world map.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

"This is Papa's beard." Daisy said.

She is crooked, but the basic shape is still there. After all, they have lived together for a long time, and they are very familiar with the beard that the old father regularly trims and takes care of every week.

"I know, no one else would shave like this." Natasha said.

"And the black hair." Daisy said.

Natasha glanced at her paintbrush: "It's brown."

Tuanzi hurriedly corrected it: "Brown."

"Is this going to be an early Christmas, pretending to be your dad?" Natasha asked.

She took down the towel, wet it with water, held Daisy's little hand in it, and gently wiped off the paintbrush color for her.

"Does it look like Papa, Aunt Cortana?" Daisy asked.

"Very similar." Natasha said.

She could vaguely sense what Daisy was going to do: "But you can't keep the painting on your face all the time, can you?"

Natasha spoke very softly. Daisy should have been happy, but she didn't know why she couldn't be happy. She was still holding a paintbrush in her other hand. Looking at the unshapely drawn lock of hair, Daisy's face suddenly drooped.

"I just don't look like Papa," said Daisy, "Because Papa didn't make me. Missy's papa and Mama made her, so Missy looks like Papa and Mama."

"Why do you have to be like him?" Natasha said, "Your hair is fine, your eyes are fine, and your mouth is fine, it doesn't matter if you don't look like Tony."

"It doesn't look like Dad, it's just a child who doesn't look like Dad." Daisy said.

"Children are like parents, but I am not." She lowered her head.

Don't look at only four years old, already know many things.

"Did anyone say anything bad about you?" Natasha asked.

She spoke softly, but her eyes sharpened.

"No." Daisy shook her head.

She still felt a little sad, but didn't know how to express the sadness that was born in her little heart, so she raised her hand and wiped her eyes.

After finishing the application, I also applied a light brush color around the eyes.

A father and daughter who are not related by blood, except for that surname, seem to become irrelevant people at any time.

Tony waited outside for a long time, not wanting Daisy to be locked in the bathroom for a long time, Natasha went to find it, and was also locked in for a long time.

Is there some magic in his washroom, or does it contain a sink leading to Narnia?

The old father got up to look for the child, and when he opened the door, he found Natasha holding his daughter with colorful faces and hands in her arms.

"I remember Easter was past," Tony said.

When he looked again, Daisy seemed a little sad, she stopped talking, and reached out to take the child from Natasha's arms.

"What happened?" Tony asked.

"Daisy doesn't look like you," said Natasha. "She's sad about it."

After all, in Daisy's heart, there is still a little bit of wanting to be seen by others, to be able to say "this is Tony Stark's baby".

Tony lowered his head and asked his daughter, "Is that so?"

Daisy buried her face in the crook of her father's neck and nodded.

"Then." Tony thought about it, and said, "Loki doesn't look like the previous king and queen of Asgard, but they are still a family."

"This example doesn't seem very good," Natasha said.

This is how the chaos in the royal family of Asgard seems to have started.

Tony stopped abruptly, thought again, and said, "We don't look alike, aren't we a family?"

"No." Daisy said immediately.

"Don't you love me?" Tony asked again.

Daisy said, "Dear, Dad."

"So you suspect I don't love you?" Tony asked.

"No, Daddy," Daisy murmured, "but I just can't be like Daddy."

"But I love you, it has nothing to do with whether you look like me, or whether you were born to me." Tony said.

"You know...there are a lot of blood-related people, even identical twins living together, and a lot of bad things happen," he said. "They hate each other, they say they are family, and they cause each other pain." .”

"It is not necessary to use blood as a bond to maintain family ties," Tony said.

"Natasha doesn't look like either of us, but don't you think of her as family?" he asked.

Daisy looked up at Natasha, shook her head repeatedly and said, "Auntie Xiaona is from our family, okay?"

Natasha just laughed.

Tony kissed his daughter on the forehead: "And you look like me, maybe you will be ugly. It's fine now."

"It won't be ugly." Daisy said.

"And you're not like me," Tony said.

"Really?" Daisy raised her eyes, full of surprises and expectations, "What is the similarity?"

"Wealthy temperament." Tony said without thinking.

Natasha choked.

Looking at Tony's face, she didn't realize that there was half a joke in his expression. She wanted to secretly ask if he was serious, but Daisy burst into tears and cheered, "I just have the temperament of my father!"

"Are you still sad?" Tony asked.

Daisy looked like she was picking up a treasure, she was still crying, she said with that little face on her face, "I have a lot of fun!"

"Then wash your beard." Tony went to get a towel and wiped his daughter's horrible face.

While washing the towels, he secretly glanced at the mirror and wondered if his beard was poorly designed. How it was painted on Daisy's face made it look ugly.

Daisy went out happily after washing her face, and happily ate pizza with Steve.

Next time in kindergarten, she will have something to say when talking about the topic of being similar to her parents.

Natasha always thought that what Tony said about Daisy's temperament was nonsense, and it took a while for her to be flat.

There is no way to say such unshy words in order to comfort the child.

But at noon one day after that, Daisy followed Tony to Stark Industries to play.

Tony has to go to the office first, and Harley walks in the company with the child.

A new employee saw Daisy and asked, "Is that Tony Stark's child?"

"Not bad." The colleague said, "Have you seen it?"

"No, it's the first time I've seen you." The new employee looked at Daisy who was waving her little hand, "but that aura of wealth and dignity is exactly the same as Tony's."