[Comprehensive] Sean

Sean looked at the white dots of light in front of him, leaned on his seat, and said, "If you're right, the Magneto you want is on the hill ahead."

"Very well, you have completed your mission," Tony said immediately: "The plane is ready, and Natasha is also ready. Now, immediately, go back to the United States."

"Calm down, Tony," Sean rolled his eyes, "Got it, I'm leaving now."

Natasha patted Sean on the shoulder comfortingly, nodded to Tony and Steven, and walked towards the hangar.

Sean watched the people coming and going, and sighed: "Your S.H.I.E.L.D. has spent a lot of money. Such a big spaceship doesn't use any iron products. Can it be done?"

"Tony is very confident. In fact, although he usually looks unreliable, he is still very reliable at critical moments. He has been researching anti-magnetic devices since he knew that there is such a person as Magneto in the world."

"Sir," a soldier gave Natasha a military salute, "the plane is ready and ready to take off at any time."

Natasha nodded and took Sean on the plane, "Are you ready? We're going back."

Sean fastened his seat belt and gave her an ok gesture.

The hatch opened, and Natasha flew the plane towards the United States. Seeing Sean turning his head frequently, she asked, "Do you know that this plane has a stealth function?"

"Really? It's pretty cool." Although Sean was not very interested, he still cheered up and said.

"Hey, boy! Don't worry, that's the Avenger."

Sean shrugged and said, "Maybe I really thought too much."

"Go to sleep, when you wake up, we have returned to Stark Tower."

Sean nodded, lowered the seat slightly, took off his coat and put it on his body, and closed his eyes.Suddenly, my hand touched something hard, which felt like a ring.

Sean opened his eyes and took something out of his pocket. It turned out to be a ring with a red gemstone inlaid on it.

"It's so beautiful," Natasha looked at Sean humorously, and asked, "Which girl gave it to you?"

Sean looked at the ring, but did not answer Natasha's question.He didn't realize that there was such a ring in his pocket at all. It should be sent by someone using space magic. The ruby ​​on the ring is extremely expensive at first glance, and there is quite pure magic power on it. The true identity of the person in him is self-evident.

Sean held the ring in his palm and closed his eyes again.

He deliberately didn't think about Voldemort these days, but now, this ring made Voldemort's face clearly appear in front of his eyes again.

"Boom!" The drowsy Sean woke up instantly with a loud noise. He held on to the handrail to prevent being thrown out by the violently shaking aircraft.

"What happened?" Sean asked.

Natasha took control of the aircraft, trying to stop the body from shaking, "We are under attack. Damn it!"

Sean glanced at the map and said doubtfully, "But now that we've reached the airspace of the United States, is there any point in attacking a US military plane at this time?"

"There's no time to worry about this now, my dear, hurry up!" Natasha manipulated the plane and danced in the air, trying to shake off the attacker standing on top of the aircraft.

There were a few more loud bangs, and a big hole was torn open on the top of the aircraft, and a red-haired man jumped in, with lightning, thunder, thunder, and fire splashing in his hand, as if he was holding a bolt of lightning.

"Mutants?" Sean said.

"Oh? It seems that I accidentally caught a big fish. Iron Man's son? Interesting." The red-haired mutant walked towards Sean with a grin.

Natasha cursed, quickly drew out her gun, and fired three shots at the red-haired mutant. The guns were all aimed at the vitals. The mutant used lightning to form a strong barrier to block the gun, and she herself Take a few steps back.

At this moment, Sean took out his wand, and before the mutant could stabilize his figure, he hit him with the petrification curse.

Natasha looked at the stiff mutant vigilantly, and asked uncertainly, "He can't move now, right?"

"uh-huh."

"How long will it last?"

"It's only about ten hours for ordinary people, but I'm not sure about mutants. Maybe they are more resistant to magic than humans."

Natasha never put down the gun she pointed at the mutant, "I've put the aircraft in autopilot mode, and it will stop at the nearest base, Sean, help me contact the military."

"understood."

Before Sean could touch the control panel, the aircraft began to shake violently again. Natasha staggered, grabbed the back of the seat, and barely maintained her balance. Sean fell back into the seat, and the petrified mutant had no choice but to move forward. Rolling around.

"There's another one!" Natasha roared.

Sean looked out the window, and there was a woman with butterfly wings, who kept spitting fireballs at the aircraft.

"DAMAGED WINGS! WARNING! DAMAGED WINGS!"

"RH ENGINE STOPPED! WARNING! RIGHT ENGINE STOPPED!"

"Emergency landing immediately!" Natasha roared.

"The left engine stopped working! Forced landing failed! Forced landing failed!"

"How long do we have?" Sean asked.

"Calculating... 5 minutes until the crash of the aircraft, repeat, 5 minutes until the crash of the aircraft."

Sean grabbed the seat with one hand, stretched out one hand towards Natasha, and shouted, "Natasha, grab my hand."

This was not a simple action. Now all the engines of the aircraft had stopped working, and it fell straight down. The strong inertia made Natasha's feet almost leave the ground.

Sean stretched out his hand vigorously, and finally reached Natasha. He hurriedly chanted the space spell, but because he was too nervous, he kept failing, and the wand also fell out of his hand in a panic.

"Damn Merlin!" Sean scolded.

At this moment, a hand grabbed Sean's collar, and in the next second, Sean appeared in midair, with Natasha tightly clutching his wrist.

Sean looked back, and the face that made him grit his teeth and miss him appeared in front of him.

"Don't be afraid," said Voldemort softly.

"I don't think this is a good place to reminisce about the past." Natasha shouted.

Indeed, they are now falling from great heights.

"Time is too short, I have to pull you out of that thing first." Voldemort held Sean in his arms.

"Is it time to explain?" Sean roared in a broken voice, and then he looked behind in horror, the mutant who thought about wings was spitting fireballs at them.

The burning sensation was getting closer and closer, and Sean couldn't help closing his eyes, and he was spinning again. He felt his back was pressed against the ground. He opened his eyes and found that they had already landed on the ground.

People around screamed and looked at them in amazement.

Voldemort pressed on Sean, making him almost out of breath. Sean pushed him away with all his strength, and went to see Natasha. Seeing that Natasha was in a panic, but she was conscious and had no inconvenience in her movements, he was relieved. Come.

"Do you need an ambulance?" a boy dared to ask.

"We're fine." Sean said, shaking the dust from his hair.

"But..." the boy said, pointing to Voldemort lying on the ground, "this man's back is scorched."

Sean was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Voldemort's face was pale and frightening. He closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was very uncomfortable.Sean turned Voldemort over, his back was covered in blood and flesh, with a faint smell of paste.

Sean's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he said incoherently, "Wake up, wake up... Voldemort... Tom..."

"Sean, calm down." Natasha said, "I have a location on my body, and rescue will arrive within 10 minutes."

But Sean can't listen to any words now. He dare not touch those wounds. He wanted to use healing magic, but found that his wand had disappeared. Sean pressed his forehead against Voldemort's cheek in despair. , tremblingly said: "You can't have an accident...Did you hear that? Tom, you can't have an accident..."

Countless pictures flashed in Sean's mind, and finally the picture of Tom wearing a bathrobe, holding black tea and leaning against his arms was fixed.

Sean's tears flowed slowly and dripped on the corner of Voldemort's mouth.

Before Tony could take off his armor, he broke into the ward. After seeing Sean sitting on the side peeling apples unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you alone, Steven?"

"He's the captain, so he can't just walk away like me and go back to report the situation to a group of old folks." Tony sat next to Sean and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, but when I finally hit the ground, I knocked my head and a small swelling occurred." Sean looked at Voldemort, who was unconscious on the hospital bed next door, "He was injured more seriously than me. Nep is here, and he should be here soon."

"Who is Snape?"

"Our Potions professor is one of the greatest potions masters of our time. Although Muggles' medical treatment is advanced, it still lags behind that of wizards. Snape's potion can completely heal the wound and restore it to its original state. .”

Tony nodded and looked at Voldemort, "This is the first time I've looked at him so seriously."

Sean smiled, "How do you feel?"

"Handsome enough," Tony had a positive comment on Voldemort for the first time, "so handsome that you have abandoned your usual aesthetic preferences."

"What preference."

"Blonde, the lighter the blonde the better, the darker the blue the better. Seriously, when I first saw your friend Malfoy, I thought he was your boyfriend."

Sean raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"He may love you very much, but I still don't agree with you two being together." Tony put away his teasing expression, and said seriously: "You two have loved each other before, but it failed, which shows that there is something wrong between you." Irreconcilable contradictions, can you guarantee that you will not end up like last time?"

"I don't know," Sean shook his head in confusion, "but I think, this time, he may have really changed."

The previous Voldemort would never do anything like using himself as a human shield.

Tony stroked Sean's hair and compromised: "You are not an ordinary teenager, so I believe you can make a rational judgment and respect your decision. But there is one thing I want you to remember, no matter when, You can come back."

Sean leaned on Tony's shoulder and nodded slightly.

"But having said that," Tony looked at Voldemort with a little distaste: "I heard from the doctor that although the burn area is relatively large, it is not serious. He is still not awake yet. His physical fitness must be poor."

"Have you ever played games? The blood of mages is relatively thin." Sean explained.

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to thank the 188 scumbag men's team for their inspiration, and secondly, the results of the postgraduate entrance examination are so good, let me spend half a month of decadent time, and finally I, Hu Hansan, are back!