No matter how reluctant Tony was, or how many excuses he came up with to avoid exercising, he failed in the end.
Early the next morning, Tony was, for once, not holed up in his workshop. He was hugging his blanket and enjoying a blissful lie-in when an irritating knock came at the door.
"Tony? Are you up? Miss Potts asked me to take you out for some exercise."
Captain Steve's voice came from outside, accompanied by a girl's voice. "Did Uncle Nini forget he was supposed to get up early and exercise today?"
Tony was buried entirely beneath his silk comforter, with only a small tuft of messy hair showing. Irritated, he burrowed deeper into his pillow and growled hoarsely into the air, "J.A.R.V.I.S., block all external communications. Tell them I'm not here-no, tell them I'm critically ill and need emergency treatment in bed."
With that, Tony pulled the blanket over his head, intending to go straight back to sleep.
This time, however, his loyal, reliable AI butler, J.A.R.V.I.S., did not obey his master's command. "Apologies, sir. Where your physical health is concerned, Miss Potts's health management directives have the highest priority in your schedule, overriding your current request to sleep. Furthermore, 'critically ill and bedridden' constitutes a false health report, which the system will not carry out."
Before Tony could protest, the bedroom door unlocked automatically and slid gently open a crack.
Tony froze beneath the covers, then let out a despairing wail and buried his face in the pillow, playing dead.
Outside the door, Steve had already changed into a T-shirt and workout pants. He stood straight, holding a towel, and had clearly been waiting for a while. Miaomiao stood quietly beside him, leaning against the wall with her gaze on the bedroom door. Clearly, she was