Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Then... Am I still your father?" Stark asked tentatively.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The bill nodded as expected: "Yes."

Stark couldn't help scratching the brown hair that had been squeezed up while sleeping.

Zhang Dianyu dragged the bill behind him and decided to end this confusing conversation.He looked at Miss Rita on the sofa, nodded and said to her: "Don't worry, I will take care of him."

The next second, Miss Rita suddenly stood up and left the hall.

Zhang Dianyu lifted his control of Rita, and the on-hook mode was launched-as the acting warden, Rita would certainly walk back to the prison without hesitation, just like the on-hook warden.

Stark seemed to have more question marks.

In order to prevent the richest man in New York from scratching himself into a bald head, Zhang Dianyu turned to him and said, "Since Mr. Stark is awake, let's go now... see the construction site?"

Stark's hand froze, and a piece of brown hair finally fell, spinning slowly to the ground.

"Actually," he said decisively, "we still have to wait for a friend, and he may still be on the plane-at this time, we can just have a breakfast."

Zhang Dianyu agreed, he just changed the subject.

After breakfast, a S.H.I.E.L.D. Kun-style fighter plane stopped on the tarmac in the center of the park. Zhang Dianyu, who was holding a coffee cup on the roof terrace with Stark, watched as he walked out slowly with a solemn but solemn expression. The figure in the Stars and Stripes tights slowly placed the mug on the table in front of him, so as not to spill the coffee inside.

"This..." He looked at Stark hesitantly.

Stark also looked surprised.

"I didn't expect the captain to come over in a battle suit..."

He simply fooled the captain and said that today there is a mission that is vital to the development of the prison, hoping that he can come over and help-think about it, it seems that it is not the captain's problem.

Stark took a sip of coffee as a cover.

After the captain got off the plane, he quickly saw two people looking at this side on the terrace in the distance, and nodded in this direction with a solemn expression.

Zhang Dianyu and Stark: "..."

Out of the mentality of wanting to separate the relationship, until Stark's car parked in front of a house on the edge of the town some distance from other buildings, the captain hadn't figured out what they were here for.

In fact, it is not far from the prison, so time is not enough for Captain America to unfold his doubts.

The man in the Stars and Stripes tights glanced out the window after parking the car.

It was a dilapidated-looking house, and Stark’s description of "submerged by the flood" was quite vivid—it looked dilapidated to the point that it had been soaked by the flood for a while, and the walls were a little crumpled. , The cracks were filled with mud.

"Is the target in that house?" the captain said, tightening the shield on his arm.

Stark and Zhang Dianyu looked at each other, and both were a little silent.

The captain pushed open the car door: "Tony, it's the same thing. I attacked from the front door. You observe the surroundings. Mr. Warden, please wait in the car first. Non-combatants do not enter—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the warden coming from the trunk, carrying a mop on his shoulder and a paint bucket in his hand.

team leader:"?"

"Actually, Steve..." Stark swallowed hard and said, "The target is not in the house, the target is that house."

Ten minutes later, the captain happily rolled up his sleeves and stood on the dining room table to paint the living room with blue wall paint.

Stark and Zhang Dianyu looked at each other.

"Oh, I like this job." The captain took two steps back, looked at the entire sky blue wall, and said with emotion, "I like this color too."

When Zhang Dianyu finished hammering the wall in the middle of the two rooms according to the customer's request, and moved it two meters to the north to rebuild it, when he returned to the living room, he found that the captain was already pasting the tiles, and discussed with Stark to go back. In the Avengers Building, it’s time to work together to build the cohesion of the team.

Stark rolled his eyes. "If you dare to paint the conference hall sky blue, we will be over, Steve."

Zhang Dianyu was also a little suffocated.

"Mr. Warden," the captain said in a pleasant tone when seeing Zhang Dianyu who walked in, "It looks like it took you a lot of time to hit the wall."

Indeed, Zhang Dianyu's arms are still a little sore.

Peter now has an undercover task, and he can't come out to help him with a sledgehammer. This is not very simple for him.

"'Non-combatant', huh?" Zhang Dianyu repeated the captain's words, shrugged, sat down and beat his sore arm, and replied casually, "Indeed, smashing walls is not my specialty, but building walls. "

The captain thought for a while: "It's nothing, I know someone must be good at this."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Wait-isn't it what he thinks?

Stark beside him was also dumbfounded.

He thought it was just to accompany the warden to relax, and by the way, adhering to the principle of dragging the individual into the water when he was upset, he also pitted the captain-and suddenly this became a team building activity for the Avengers?

But the captain is obviously not an unbelieving person.

The next day, Stark parked his car in front of a small weedy yard. In front of him was a two-story cottage. On the broken roof tiles sat a burly man with long blond hair hanging down his shoulders.

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu in the co-pilot: "..."

Although he does not refuse foreign aid, he still feels a bit overkill.

Seeing their car, Thor jumped off the roof and landed heavily on the ground, turning his face to look at the open window: "My friend, it seems that this place is correct. Is this the house going to be smashed? ?"

After speaking, he raised Thor's hammer abruptly, the sky changed suddenly, and lightning gathered among the gray clouds and crackled.

Zhang Dianyu was dumbfounded.

With this hammer down, he will only have the work of laying walls, right?

The captain opened the car door and shouted into the yard: "Sol, it's not the whole house that is going to be smashed."

Thor suddenly withdrew the hammer when he heard the words, the sky suddenly opened and the blue color was restored, and a few white clouds floated weakly on it.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After introducing which walls need to be smashed, the blonde god nodded happily: "It turns out to be a gathering of your atrium people-we are different. We will hold a banquet in Odin’s palace and drink a lot. A bucket full of mead."

Stark and Zhang Dianyu were a little hesitant to speak.

Facts have proved that Thor is not as stupid as he looks. He can completely smash the entire wall with a single hammer, not to mention, he can even extend the power to the edge of the boundary without destroying the adjacent wall.

I have to say that what the captain said "good at" is indeed not fake.

Compared with Thor, who hammered one wall against one another, the other people worked as slow as a tortoise.

"It's interesting, but it's not enough to kill time." Raytheon said regretfully looking at Zhang Dianyu who was laying the wall.

"..." If it weren't for the skill to automatically correct the position of the brickwork, Zhang Dianyu's wall might be crooked.

With the help of the three Avengers, Zhang Dianyu successfully completed two orders that day, and both received subsidies before leaving get off work in the evening.

He thought about it and decided to invite three of them to have a barbecue.

The Avengers were obviously not so idle. After two days of leisure time passed, the captain also stated that he had received the task and planned to return to the Trident headquarters that night.

And Thor obviously cannot stay here to play this "not enough to kill time" game.

Zhang Dianyu didn't keep him either—to be honest, this series of things surprised him a bit.The funding loophole in the prison has been filled by the two-day order, and this month's government subsidy will soon arrive.

He hadn't planned to expect the Avengers to help him move bricks here every day-even Stark, he was only a temporary stance, and he didn't want to identify his mental problems.

——And the financial situation of the prison cannot be delayed too long.

After having dinner, the two avengers bid farewell, and Stark was about to take him back to the industrial park near the prison.

No one in the car spoke, Zhang Dianyu thought about thanking him, and hoped that he could fool his mental illness and return to the prison to do something serious.And Stark didn't say a word, as if something was on his mind.

"Mr. Warden..."

"Mr. Stark—"

However, when he finally spoke, the other party also spoke suddenly, which caught him off guard.

Zhang Dianyu wanted to hear what Stark was going to say, so he closed his mouth.

"Mr. Warden, about that child...I have some questions." Stark said suddenly.

Zhang Dianyu finally came to understand—could it be that the paternity test report of the bill came out?Although Stark followed him out to move bricks these days, the paternity test between the bill and the bill did not need to be postponed for too long. He handed the DNA samples of both to the driver, Harpy Hogan, to the house. An appraisal agency recommended by Strange.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated and asked, "Is he really...?"

Stark took a deep breath: "If there is no accident, he is an accident of mine-although we don't look like..." He rubbed his hair and sighed deeply. "It's just A meaningless complaint, forget it. Mr. Warden, I am also very grateful to you for your care of him during this period. You can leave it to me to deal with the matter about this child.

"I think things may not be that simple..." Zhang Dianyu said.

It is impossible for the bill to follow Stark back to elementary school.

"No, I have missed his twelve years-although I have not yet figured out how this happened." Stark stared ahead, as if looking at the road intently. "That Rita Miss, can I hear stories about her?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

As a result, the pot turned back to his head.

What can he say, let Stark ask the bill himself?

"I know you must have known that Miss Rita." Stark's voice came from the side. "Maybe I look like a drunk who forgets what I have done, Mr. Warden-but if I Promise that I am not, will you believe it?"

Zhang Dianyu looked out the window, racking his brains blankly.

"I don't remember her, not at all." Stark's face was reflected in the car window.