I'm so charming, there are always men who love me

Chapter 32

Bad Temper Chickie, oh no, Dr. Strange.

He was obviously a very good personal physician, and in Margaret's fourth week back in L.A., he managed to rehabilitate her initially badly injured ankle.

But Strange can't make it to Beverly Hills tonight because of a little business.

I've heard that an international medical forum is being held in Los Angeles these days, and tonight is an important dinner attended by many of the medical elite.

As one of the nation's most respected medical doctors, Stephen Strange couldn't miss it.

Margot hid in her second-floor study, continuing to refine Anna's character biography.

Due to the time constraints of today's movies, Margot had to play a character for three to six months, if not longer.

Without a thick enough biography of her character to make her performance convincing, it's obvious that she'll be prone to mistakes when it comes time to shoot the real thing.

Margaret didn't want any of her roles to be characterized by illogical characterization or one-sided performances.

As she finished adding her latest understanding of Anna's character to her biography, she got up and walked out of the study to find two very familiar white men sitting on the couch in the living room downstairs.

Mr. Dramatist's large caramel eyes framed by long eyelashes were looking up at her, and he had a metal object that looked like a toolbox in his hand.

And the big-breasted sweetheart's pure Mediterranean blue eyes were gazing at her with the same extraordinarily innocent gaze.

These two gentlemen were obviously not seeing each other for the first time.

A few months back, S.H.I.E.L.D. Commander Nick Fury, began trying to call the two men to join the Avengers.

But it's clear that these two very different superheroes are not that easy to convince.

It's a process that clearly doesn't quite click with the other, even though they've already claimed familiarity with each other.

And all Margaret wanted to know now was--

Why did the two of them show up at her house unannounced? Is superhero breaking and entering popular these days?

Steven Rogers was the first to speak up, "I brought you some raspberry light cheesecake and was walking to the door when I noticed Stark was trying to put on that toolbox armor and break into your home without a word, I stopped him."

Margaret braced her hands on the second floor fence and waited for Tony Stark's explanation.

Tony rolled his eyes at Captain America, "Hell no, I was just trying to show Mark VII to Margo."

Mark VII was the seventh suit of armor created by Tony Stark, unlike the previous ones, this was Tony's heavy armor designed specifically for combat.

It is much more advanced and does not require any external mechanical assistance to deploy.

When not in use, it can be folded into a red portable unit similar to a suitcase.

"Mr. Stark, you seem to be a little too fond of breaking and entering, especially into my bedroom." Margaret raised an eyebrow at the dandy downstairs.

Tony retorted, disgruntled, "I just wanted to take you for a flight, it's a lot more fun than some raspberry light cheesecake."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not too interested in being kidnapped and flown into the sky by a crayfish spirit." Margaret sounded sincere.

The serious and sincere captain, apparently not too fond of Tony's overly flippant attitude from time to time, "Mr. Stark, harassing women is not in keeping with basic gentlemanly character."

"That old popsicle routine is so outdated." Tony had basically never been invincible in the matter of talking out of his ass.

As Steven prepared to retort, Margaret interrupted the two, "Aren't you guys hungry? I seem to have forgotten lunch."

"--What do you want to eat?"

The two men downstairs inquired in unison.

Margaret thought for a moment, "How about a cheeseburger?"

Though she was afraid that after enjoying a cheeseburger, she would have to eat vinaigrette salad for a couple of days before she dared to go into the studio to shoot her new movie a week later.

But a quick and satisfying cheeseburger is clearly more to the liking of both men than an elaborate and beautiful assortment of large meals.

Especially a certain eyelash-smith who was making the suggestion, "I know one of the world's best burger-pizza joints, but it's not really close to Beverly Hills, it's southeast of L.A., near Disneyland."

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "So after I eat my cheeseburger and pizza, I still have to accompany you to the float parade and fireworks display?"

"You like that?" Tony's big caramel colored eyes stared at her with interest.

"I've never been to any Disneyland," the brunette beauty looked over to Captain America, who'd been frozen for over half a century, "How about you Steven?"

The big-breasted sweetheart answered honestly, "It was built in 1955 and I was frozen in the Arctic Ocean at the time."

"OK, tonight's itinerary - cheeseburgers plus Disneyland, geez, you two together are over a century old."

The lashers arrogantly shrugged it off, "Because a certain captain is just a little old for his age."

The big-breasted sweetheart with a decent face calmly retorted, "At thirty-eight, Mr. Stark, you're not much better."

Margaret rubbed her forehead, "I feel a lot like the grandkids traveling today."

Eyelash Lover & Big Breasted Sweetheart: grandchildren? How can she be so cold, heartless, cruel, and irrational!!!!

Tony drove the tawdry silver and red sports car through the streets of Los Angeles, thankfully the roads were in pretty good shape tonight in Los Angeles where traffic jams were the norm.

Arriving at the cheeseburger joint, it was just reaching dinnertime.

The burger is simply one of America's favorite soul food, even if it's just too caloric and full of fattening high fat.

And when Los Angeles chefs make burgers, they love to make them with two slices of cheese, two slices of bacon, a one-sided fried egg, hot sauce and tomato.

Such a cheeseburger is obviously a favorite in the minds of many.

It's as if one taste of this burger will put a smile on your face.

Not to mention the extreme love of high-calorie foods and a dislike of working out, Tony Stark.

Even Captain America Steven Rogers, who seems to live an extremely healthy life, is significantly more enthusiastic when it comes to cheeseburgers.

For the sake of the two men in front of her, Margaret had to give up being a dieting, appetizing Hollywood actress for a while and take a bite of the cheeseburger that looked so appetizing.

The life of an actress who was always underfed could lead to depression.

Presumably the reason for all the tantalizing deliciousness of all the food is the high calorie count?

Who knows, it's one of the world's unsolved mysteries.

Just as Margaret was about to eat half of her burger all the way down her throat, the cell phones of the two men in front of her rang almost simultaneously.

Tony and Steven looked at Nick Fury displayed on the screen and suddenly had the urge to soak their cell phones in ice coke -

Was this Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was always up to no good, trying to ruin their grandparents and grandchildren's party today?

Aw shucks! What grandchildren!

The calls, as if never ready to stop, were almost to the point of being distracting.

Margaret raised an eyebrow, picked up the two men's cellular phones from the table, and pressed the speakerphone button - the

"The Winter Soldiers sent by the Hydra organization a few days ago have arrived in Los Angeles, the reason for their dispatch is unknown at this time."

"But this Winter Soldier is a master of white-knuckle combat, an expert in martial arts, and is skilled in the use of a variety of firearms and grenades."

"He possesses superhuman senses, stamina, agility, strength, and is one of the most powerful masters of assassination and espionage in the world."

"By all means, get on a helicopter less than eighty feet away from the fast food restaurant as soon as possible."

"Gentlemen, America is in danger."

Tony and Steven looked a lot more serious, their eyes glued to the cellular phone as if they had made some kind of decision.

Margaret clasped her hands together and braced them on her chin, "Please leave first, gentlemen, I know how to get back to Beverly Hills."

Tony and Steven both frowned, "We can get you home first."

Margaret's voice teased, "That Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., in the process, would probably make hundreds of phone calls, and by the way, put me on the list of dangerous people affecting the security of the United States."

"I'm just a Hollywood actress, there's always the possibility that I won't be the target of assassination by the most powerful spymaster in the world."

No sooner had Margaret's words left her mouth than Nick Fury's call rang out once more.

You see, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s harassment skills are apparently top-notch.

Having no choice but to leave Margot for a while, Tony and Steven boarded a helicopter not far away.

As a superhero with great responsibility, life is always full of unexpected events, isn't it?

Margo walked out of the fast food restaurant and looked at Disneyland not far away, inexplicably wanting to go to the last fireworks show.

That's when she seemed to see a slightly familiar figure, but it seemed a little different -

It was a black-clad, black-haired man who probably shouldn't be called beautiful, with a somewhat long face, pale skin, and a cold demeanor.

Yet, he looked very attractive and ascetic.

The man's pale, long, art-like fingers held the phone, which was currently resting on his ear, talking about something.

And in his charming eyes, it was almost as if he had hidden a whole ocean of stars.

Eh? What's with his hair? Slutty black curls?

As Margaret approached, she heard that he was speaking at an oddly rapid pace to the person on the other end of the line, "Mycroft, how dare you, in order to make me miss out on a commission in the Royal Scandal case, trick me into coming to L.A. to participate in some goddamned medical forum, with a population of stupid goldfish so large that it could lower the IQ of an entire street-"

The enraged consulting detective, was accusing the wily British government, when suddenly, he felt a tug on his suit sleeve -

It's a classical beauty that's impossible to ignore.

In her eyes was an enchanting and almost transparent blue, and her long seaweed-like black hair was spread over a white dress, balancing holiness and sultriness, beautiful from the inside out and unrepeatable.

Then Sherlock heard her soft and pleasant voice, even with a hint of indulgence -

"My little fool, where did you get those curls?"