Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

When Tony dragged his exhausted body and slumped his head on the bed and was dragged to sleep by sleepiness, he felt his soul sinking down in the darkness like weightless, and he realized that he had already sat down on the stone steps in front of the door, so sleepy. Dizziness and unconsciousness.

After a long absence, that damned dream once again knocked on the door of his sleeping world.

Tony patted his ass, which didn't feel any pain at all, stood up and looked around, the surrounding was foggy and dark, and when he turned his head, he could see a door that was half-closed, and a warm light could be seen through the crack of the door.

Well, well, after so many days, it's time to do something new.

Tony pouted and tiptoed to the doorknob—wait!

Tony suddenly realized where the sense of disobedience was. He took two steps back and looked down at his body. When he saw his short arms and short legs, and his small hands stretched out with fleshy dimples, he was already full. Having experienced how unreasonable the dream was, he couldn't help but curse.

How old does he look now?

Three or five?

In short, not an adult, nor what he should be.

But only the body was shrunk. Tony quickly forced himself to calm down, and had to admit that he was actually very good at it. He took several deep breaths at the door—I have to admit that this short and weak appearance without any self-protection ability made him very uncomfortable. The damn restlessness came back aggressively, and he almost pushed away the person in front of him with the worst intentions. He opened the door, but the scene behind the door left him stunned.

There are no monsters, no demons, no mountains of knives, mountains of flames, seas of danger, behind the door is just the most ordinary living room, with a long-haired carpet that is so soft that your feet sink in, and a couch that allows people to lie down comfortably and watch TV. Macaron-colored cushions and throw pillows are scattered on the carpet, while orange lighting adds warmth to everything.

Even if you have never seen or experienced it, you can understand it at a glance, and it belongs to the color of home.

It's like trekking thousands of miles and experiencing countless hardships and finally looking back, in the endless darkness and danger behind, there is a bright light that will always be lit for wanderers, just looking at it makes people feel weak.

So much so that the strange figure who was lying sideways on the sofa eating potato chips and turning his head to let Tony bring in the pizza at the door seemed to add a bit of intimacy and warmth spreading from the bottom of his heart.

Tony looked to the side, and walked in the door with the pizza box placed in the hallway.

The room was getting too warm. Tony threw the pizza box on the table and stood in front of the sofa, frowning and looking at the figure—stranger is stranger, but it’s not the first time we met, even if you can’t see the face, it doesn’t hinder Tony at all. He recognized that this was the figure he had just seen in the dream a few days ago, but now Tony is not as calm as that time, maybe it is because the powerlessness brought by the size of a child is too strong now, even if he stands He was only at the same level as the other party who was lying sideways on the sofa. This terrible sense of powerlessness that the other party could hold him immobile with one hand, together with the anxiety of being unable to control the situation, bit by bit gnawed at his reason.

"What kind of trick is this time?" Tony said, and he greeted God fiercely in his heart as soon as he opened his mouth. What kind of deterrence can this kind of milky voice have? No matter how hard he tried to keep a straight face, he said When it came out, it was as soft as a donut sprinkled with icing sugar, except it was sweet or sweet.

"A small mistake, maybe you have to get along with me for a while." Chris looked at Tony, whose cheeks were bulging and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. How could Tony's fluorescent spirit become a mandatory task due to the brainless bug made by the system, causing him to waste his precious life to give psychological counseling to others? It's a very difficult object to deal with.

Everyone knows that he is better at adding psychological shadows to others than counseling others, okay?

The TV facing the sofa flickered and the screen lit up. Tony was not polite to Chris, he twisted and twisted his little buttocks on the sofa and squeezed out a seat. He was not very skilled but successfully changed himself I took out a whole box of donuts for snacks, and sneered while biting: "Okay, what the hell is that memory of mine, the picture quality is as bad as a stolen photo."

The shaky picture, the blurred picture quality, and the sometimes big and sometimes small sound effects, compared with the memories of the last blockbuster movie, the quality is simply touching, not to mention that it was shown decades ago The [-]-inch TV, the pitifully small screen, and the quality of this disaster can be compared to Gotham's surveillance. Even Tony himself didn't think about what the hell it was at the beginning.

Of course, when the huge wormhole over New York appeared on the screen, Tony's expression changed. He almost subconsciously wanted to jump up to turn off the TV, but after moving a bit, he forced himself to sit back , Biting the donut and chewing hard a few times, he said: "This kind of second-rate sci-fi story is only worthy of this quality."

He tried his best to relax his tone, and in fact he did it very successfully. No one could hear the deeper and hidden emotions hidden in his tone. He used a humorous and arrogant tone to cover up everything in his heart perfectly.

But there is no real seamlessness, he almost scratched the poor donut with his hands, and he didn't notice the icing on his hands, just staring at every picture on the screen. It is his memory, so the pictures appear fragmented but coherent. Every vibration of the explosion, every roar that is close to the ear, is as clear as yesterday. ——Perhaps because of the previous experience, every picture still makes people sweat on the back, as if those explosions sounded around them, and those aliens, those who fell from the wormholes are like flies and locusts are inexhaustible The extraterrestrials are still in a corner, even spying quietly behind him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Then, it was the end of Tony's countless nightmares. He watched the girl rushing towards the wormhole without hesitation. No matter how fast and how hard he tried to catch her, what he finally caught was only a phantom, as if the whole world was falling apart. At the moment when the nuclear bomb exploded and the wormhole closed, they pressed the end button together.

The nightmare came again.

Tony felt that the donut he ate had turned into a heavy stone, and his stomach was falling down. When he fell, he was aching, writhing, and wanting to vomit. He was clearly in a dream, but he still retched helplessly. His eyes turned black, just like every time he woke up from a nightmare, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and his mouth was full of bitterness pouring out from his aching and constricted stomach. But he still gritted his teeth desperately, trying to hide his panic and fragility with the only camouflage, and then he instinctively and reflexively grabbed the only heat source around him, and was wrapped in a soft blanket and a warm embrace.

Chris hugged the little guy who was trembling, clenching his teeth and desperately pretending to be nonchalant—this was the only way he could comfort him. The level of comfort is very self-aware, so it is not embarrassing to show it.

Besides, he knows very well that some people don't need such sincere and heart-warming comfort. They have a heart strong enough to stand up from the ruins even if the world is destroyed, straighten their backs and go forward, no matter what Such consolation is just a superficial effort, but occasionally, occasionally there will be a moment of bewilderment and bewilderment, like standing on the edge of a cliff and precariously stepping on a steel wire, as lonely as if facing the whole world alone. world.

No consolation needed, just trust.

"I believe in you." Chris restrained his desire to do something, folded his arms and gave Tony a hug, soft and stable like a dream, and said with a sigh, "No matter what, I will always believe you."

All it takes is trust.

The pressure comes from being confused, from the unknown, from the fact that a powerful enemy is in front of you and you don't know the way forward, "You are Tony Stark."

"Unique, unparalleled genius."

Tony saw a circle of light wrapped in a small reactor floating on his hand, the hand of a three or four-year-old child was too small to hold, and a pair of bigger, warm and strong hands wrapped his hand Close together, the palms are warm as if holding a cluster of flames.

The sound in his ear was like a sigh, Tony stared at the small floating reactor in his palm, and after a long time murmured: "I'm afraid."

He stared at the reactor tightly, as if it would relax his tight throat that could not speak. He was forcing himself to speak out, because maybe if he didn't speak out now, he would never have the courage to speak out again. , "What if the future is destined to be destroyed? I'm just an ordinary person, I'm just wearing armor..." He raised his eyes and looked at the figure hugging him. He couldn't see the face clearly, but he could feel the gentle and tolerant gaze. "An ordinary human being."

So he will be anxious, he will be restless, he will be like a beast trapped in a cage in the face of the unknown, his body will be covered with bruises, but he is destined to come out, Chris covers his eyes that are red as if they are about to shed tears Kiss him on the forehead, "If you can't see the future, don't look at it."

"If the future is doomed to collapse, then create the future."

"I believe in you, so you can do anything."

Tony blinked his eyes in the darkness in front of him, allowing the boundless but reassuring darkness to engulf his consciousness before the damp heat in his eyes spread upward.

Behind the boundless darkness, he glimpsed a light brighter than anything else.

That kind of warm, loving, and tolerant atmosphere is like what every child would dream of chasing after growing up...

"Father?" Tony murmured and opened his eyes for a long time before he came back to his senses, and then recalled the performance of his IQ being offline all the way in his dream, covering his forehead and sighing, "Old Jia, maybe you are right, staying up late is indeed It's easy to be stupid."

Otherwise, how could he feel that the figure in the dream actually gave him a feeling of his father? God knows that when he met his father, the quarrel would turn upside down and never stop, even if he beautified it thousands of times in his memory. It is impossible to have such a plot of hugging him tenderly and lovingly and telling him that I believe in you.

Sneering and mocking him for being an idiot is the correct development of the plot.

So sure enough something went wrong.

Theoretically, he'd better find a psychiatrist to have a good chat with now, but when he thought of the doctor Hannibal with special recipes, Tony felt that he was insensitive to all doctors in a short time, and then he ruled out the possibility Superman, Batman, etc., who are not familiar with the busy Avengers members, finally locked their targets on Chris, who is familiar with the inside story and can't talk nonsense.

While washing his teeth with his toothbrush in his mouth, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Chris, planning to drink tea and talk about his strange dreams these days to be honest—even if it affects him as a whole Even if it is positive, it can't dispel his vigilance, especially in today's dream, when he thinks that he actually saw the shadow of his father in the dream, he feels chills all over his body, and it feels scarier than any nightmare.

And Chris also seriously checked Tony for any traces of magic and witchcraft, and it turned out that everything was normal as a matter of course.

If it is not normal, then there is a ghost.

But Tony felt that Chris's shop was a bit strange today. For some reason, it felt a little too quiet. He stroked his chin, looked around, snapped his fingers and suddenly said, "Where's your little clerk?"

Today is the weekend, under normal circumstances, the little clerk should have packed and prepared in the store early, but now the store should already be full of cheerful and lively chattering of young people, which makes people laugh. Instead of the opposite Chris, who spoke calmly and seemed quieter in the store.

Tony quite likes the lively, smart and a little talkative little guy who admires him.

Well, get rid of the chatterbox.

"I was injured and rested upstairs." Chris gestured upstairs, "Do you want to go up and have a look? I just think he also has something about his future ambitions and wants to talk to you."

"The future? Are you ready to apply for university?" Tony followed Chris up the stairs, and recommended his alma mater, MIT, with raised brows, "I can write him a letter of recommendation. That kid has a good talent. I'm very optimistic about it." he."

"It's still too early for him to think about this, and I can help if he needs it." Chris said as he pushed open the door, the empty room with an empty bed, and the half-open window with the wind blowing the curtains Before Tony could speak, a red and blue figure fell from the piaji ceiling to the ground, making a low cry of pain.

"I said you are not allowed to play casually until the injury is healed." Chris squatted down and tapped Peter's head. Peter rolled on the ground with his head in his arms and got into the quilt quickly, wrapping himself into a quilt ball for a few seconds. After planting, a head with disheveled hair and dog eyes came out from under the quilt, showing a dry and pitiful smile of trying to pretend nothing had happened: "Morning, Chris, and Mr. Stark."

If one ignores his terribly red ear tips and vacillating eyes, he really looks extremely calm and composed.

Hmm, future aspirations question.

"It's indeed a little early to think about it now." Tony paused for a few seconds on Peter's youthful face, and continued calmly during Chris' unilateral lesson to Peter about whether he could play with the suit while he was recuperating, "Revenge The Alliance of Raiders currently does not accept child labor."

The author has something to say:

The parts in the previous chapter are the aggressive parts of the suit [Sun Karten], and the ELF is the last name of the hero, my friends, the hero’s surname is Elf.

Nini with five short stature [saliva]

This chapter is best awarded to the little spider that fell from the ceiling [Slap Butt]

You can’t play with battle suits while recovering from your injuries, everyone should take this as a warning [It’s as if there are battle suits for us to play with]