Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Tony was dreaming again.

Perhaps it was because he suddenly discovered that aliens had penetrated the earth more deeply than he had imagined, and the future facing the earth was more severe than he expected, and the anxiety that had left him for a long time came to him again. , This time it was like a sharp sword piercing through his armor from the weakest point of his heart, making him feel uncontrollable weakness and panic.

He began to be unable to fall asleep, or to avoid falling asleep, shutting himself in the laboratory like a drug addict who was addicted to madness and refused to admit it. There was no moment of peace in the unspeakable anxiety, even if he reluctantly, came out. Lying on the bed and trying to fall asleep due to health considerations, it is a long dream that comes to the door earlier than a comfortable sleep.

As if he had entered old age ahead of time, he frequently dreamed about those past events, scattered and chaotic fragments like foam floating on the sea, churning from the bottom of the sea to the surface of the sea, these are not bad and painful memories, but It was to tell him to look back at how shallow and self-righteous a bastard he was when he was young, and he couldn't shake him at all, which is why Tony is more willing to believe that it is than what he was calculated when he didn't know. Because that damn restlessness took away my sleep.

Well, it also has nothing to do with him having been checked by various technologies, including the Superman who claims to be a Kryptonian orphan with Kryptonian technology, except that he lacks sleep and his body fat rate is a bit—ahem, related.

So maybe Tony was a little nervous on the first and second days. On the tenth day, even if he closed his eyes sleepily, he found himself standing lightly at the entrance of the movie screening hall, looking at the old and gloomy decoration. There was no scary atmosphere with a guest, and Tony wasn’t surprised at all when the ticket inspector who couldn’t see his face reached out to ask for a ticket. He just looked at the movie ticket in his hand and shouted at the ticket inspector who urged him to enter. Whistle, "ummm is finally a little creative."

The movie ticket in his hand didn’t even have the name of the movie written on it. The ticket inspector tore off the sub-voucher of the movie ticket and stuffed him with a pair of 3D glasses and pushed him into the door. It was quite an old-fashioned horror movie atmosphere. It was different, the auditorium was clean and bright, and there was no one in the rows and rows of seats. Tony looked down at the suit on his body, tore off the tight tie, put it on the back of the chair, and walked down the stairs.

He squeezed the temples of the 3D glasses with his fingertips, and recalled when he had this experience as he walked down. He himself did not have the habit of going to the cinema to watch movies often. In a private theater instead of running to buy a movie ticket and sitting in the screening room-usually in this case it is not the movie but him who is watched.

"Wow." Tony saw a figure who had already been seated in a certain row, and he couldn't help being a little startled, "I thought I was booked out."

As he spoke, he walked in slowly, looking at the figure with vigilance in his eyes, just like those who appeared in his memory but had forgotten their faces and names, and only vaguely remembered the existence of such a person, in front of him was a person like Hidden in the mist is a thin shadow whose face cannot be seen clearly. Neither the clothes nor the face can be seen clearly. It sits quietly and calmly on the chair without moving. On his face, you can feel the helpless and gentle eyes, the kind of eyes that focus on him without the slightest malice and aggression, which makes people unable to raise the slightest hostility, and the voice, where the hell must he be? I have heard it but can't recall the soft and smiling voice, and the sigh-like tone is lingering and inclusive, "You are indeed the Tony who booked the venue, come with me."

The figure patted the chair beside him, and said affectionately, "Do you need popcorn and Coke, or do you want donuts more?"

As if by magic, he found two glasses of Coke, another large bucket of popcorn, and a plate of donuts that looked like they had just come out of the oven with a tempting aroma. Tony couldn't help but look at him several times. See where he hides so many things.

Well, it's a dream after all, so don't worry about logic issues with dreams.

There is nothing impossible in dreams.

For the owner of the dream.

Chris, who was holding the Coca-Cola popcorn, thought about it, and the lights in the projection hall dimmed. It was not completely dark like the one about to start the screening, but softer, more relaxing and hazy.

Chris has a vague premonition, because of the completely different development from the previous few days, he is very likely to really start at the tail end of the time limit for exploring Floating Dream Island, under an extremely passive and sabotage attitude. Tony's Luminous Spirit.

He felt a certain kind of special power in this projection hall, which made this no longer just Tony's dream, but an existence that blended with his dream, and he was no longer like a helpless bystander, but became half of this dream Master, with just one thought, he can do almost anything.

So did Tony.

"Just think about it." Chris looked at Tony, who was sitting next to him feeling uncomfortable, and said softly, "The chair will become what you want."

"You are the master of the dream, so you can do anything here."

"Including making you disappear?" Tony raised his eyebrows as he felt the backrest and cushion instantly soften under his own thoughts, "Or do I want to see what you look like?"

"I'm not covered." Chris is still cherishing his friendship with Tony, and doesn't want to be approached by Iron Man for a short time. "I'm the same as you, so we can't order each other."

Chris adjusted the back of his chair to a comfortable angle to lean on, put the popcorn on the shelf of the armrest, touched one and threw it into his mouth, the lights were completely dimmed, and the big screen gradually turned on Together, with a somewhat dull tone, it contrasts how bright the eyes appearing on the screen are.

Those eyes are burning with fire, so no matter from any angle, the first thing you look at is those eyes, and then you can notice the surrounding scene.

Tony let out a groan, he looked at the screen and sighed, "There is no need to bring others to enjoy this kind of unlucky scene."

What is shown on the screen is the experience that changed his entire life, from a playboy in the game world to maturity, mixed with fighting, sacrifice, flashes of inspiration and Jedi retaliation, from the perspective of a bystander, it is indeed both. It’s cool and abusive, and to be honest, the shooting angle is quite good, and it can be used as a movie to watch, but for Tony, the protagonist, watching himself on the screen with his own eyes and looking back at that part is not enjoyable. His experience is by no means an interesting thing, especially when there is an unknown guy beside him holding a Coke and watching it with relish, it is like a large-scale shameful play of public execution.

But Tony has always been very good at concealing the unknown weaknesses in his heart. He knows how to arm himself, arm himself from body to heart, and not reveal any weakness that should not appear in him, so he just snorted. Leaning on the back of the chair with his chin in his hand, he commented a sentence or two from time to time and attached a psychological process at that time, acting as if he didn't care at all and didn't waver at all.

He really didn't feel shaken or cared. He would be trapped in pain, but he would draw strength and courage from the pain, climb out of the ruins, and build a higher and more magnificent building on top of the scars. future.

except...

When he saw Dr. Yingsen who helped him fall down and died—he had never escaped this memory, but he still lost his voice at the moment he saw it suddenly, and just watched silently. After a long time, he said: "I was originally Can do better."

He should be able to do better, just like some people shouldn't die, this is already too strange world, aliens, gods, and even more existences, but he is just an ordinary person , an ordinary man with a mortal body in armor, so he must do better to chase the torrent of time.

Instead of just watching those who shouldn't die and leave irretrievably.

Tony heard a sigh in the silence.

"You have a heart of steel." The person who had been sitting beside him sighed and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, that sigh was too gentle, as if the action of wrapping his shoulders around his shoulders was too intimate, "Sleep well Feel it...boy."

"Hey..." Tony's protest was suppressed in the kiss that fell on his forehead, shallow like a kiss on the forehead of a feather, tolerant and merciful like a god giving the gospel to his believers, the last The words were read long and softly, as if he had really turned into a boy at that moment, endowed with endless blessings and love.

loved.

contained.

Carefully guarded.

Tony seemed to have seen the angel spread its wings, which made him feel like there was still a breath of light in his hands when he woke up. The exhaustion and anxiety that haunted him gradually dissipated. He looked down at his hands and was silent for a long time. He suddenly said, "Old Jia, I seem to have dreamed of an angel."

"With all due respect, Sir, you do not believe in religion."

"Emmmm, okay." Tony folded his hands and clenched his fists, turned over and got off the bed refreshed, and after washing his face, it was the chic and flamboyant Tony Stark again, "Maybe it's an angelic ex-boyfriend?"

"Sir, there is no male in your relationship—"

"I have a sense of humor, Old Jia." Tony hummed a song and looked in the mirror to take care of his bad image after spending too much time in the laboratory. The radiant look made Jarvis temporarily stuck in a calculation state, and then secretly opened the search engine Type in keywords.

According to calculation, Sir may be gay.

In fact, it is of course impossible. Tony just had a good night's sleep and was in a good mood. He didn't even feel so impatient with the government. Who made superheroes talk internally, except for Batman? Professor X is still so-so, and the other one or two didn't focus on their skills. Arguing with those politicians must be the rhythm of getting killed every minute. Not to mention, just look at Superman's three-sentence attitude. Tony felt that he should work hard for the future of the earth, and it would be better not to have too much expectation of other people's political ability.

Just like knowing that the system will owe IQ in some cases, Chris shouldn't expect too much from his stability.

Otherwise, nine out of ten will overturn.

[Congratulations on getting the Fluorescent Spirit - Iron Heart]

Chris looked at the little ball of light floating beside him and sighed, and finally took care of the system that he had ignored for several days, "You know it's wrong?"

[knew. ] The system QAQ silently, he almost thought that he was going to be shelved by Chris again as a complete decoration, and he said like a little quail, [I will check carefully in the future to make sure there is no problem before going online, and I will not be rash. ]

After receiving a neutral response from Chris, seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, the system cautiously posted a new message.

[That...About Peter...] The system has mentioned this matter to Chris many times in the past few days, but although Chris's bad mood will not affect his judgment, it will not affect his mind-watching either. It changed watching Peter's decision hit a wall.

As soon as Chris saw Peter's name, he understood, "What happened?"

Even if the system doesn't report him these days, it won't ignore the abnormal state of his little shop assistant. After all, young people like Peter can't hide things. Peter was originally a lively and talkative guy, the kind of little guy who would definitely leak a lot of spoilers when he was filming.

Leaving aside the inexplicable excitement and depression, the time and scope of patrols at night have been expanded, and from time to time he will go to places outside Queens to wander all night, which directly leads to depression and sleepiness during the day, and daydreams from time to time Laughing just as happily, the typical prelude to something big, a sign Chris couldn't see unless he was blind.

[......]

[You must know that Peter is still a child, young is not important. ] The system worked hard to pave the way. Chris wasn't in a good mood these days, and if he got angry about Peter again, he would be in big trouble.

"Important." Chris tapped the armrest to let the system skip the nonsense.

[Peter tries to stop a major arms deal. ] The system immediately enters the topic.

[The parties to the transaction are... Jin Bing... and people from Hydra. ]

[I think if you don’t save people, you may have to go to God to save people. ]

Jin Bin, the behind-the-scenes emperor of the American gangsters, and Hydra, who is conspiring to rule the world and has a lot of research on body modification, can kick the fledgling Peter to the iron plate, let alone facing two at the same time.

"Give me the address." Chris was not angry, but smiled happily. He turned his wrists and stood up, his tone as calm as he said to go out to buy a bottle of water, "It just so happens that I have a stomach full of anger. There's nowhere to spread it."