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When Merlin ended his thousand-year journey with a slight sigh, for a while, there was only a suffocating silence in the lounge of the Avengers Building.

And outside the window, there is also a thick night that begins to engulf the day, enveloping from the horizon resolutely and slowly.

"So you did come to New York to see him."

Jarod, who had been lowering his head on the sofa, raised his chin.After an unknown amount of time, Tony Stark, who couldn't bear the heavy atmosphere at first, coughed lightly, looked at the black-haired mage sitting on the other side, with an indescribably weird expression on his face: "1000 years , What is going on in this world, why are there so many living fossils suddenly, and each one is getting older?"

"Believe me, it's definitely not a pleasant experience."

He glanced at the president's father.Merlin shook his head lightly, and then turned his gaze back on Garald, who had been silent all this time: "I was just an accident. Compared to human beings who are doomed to be short-lived, only elves can afford the fate of eternal life. "

However, this is not without cost.

With too much burden, the pain and loneliness will eventually gather together and become an inescapable shackle, and finally let them be killed by extreme sadness.

And that might be his end.

Fingertips flicked back and forth on the familiar silver arrow pendant in the palm of his hand, Jarod pursed his lips, thinking so.The coming of darkness is like opening the cage in the heart, and also opened up all the memories in life that have never faded.The bustling neon lights outside the window cover up the stars in the sky, and occasionally there are red spots of light flying across the high-rise buildings, like shooting stars, but they disappear from the sky in the blink of an eye.

In fact, there are some things that he doesn't want to admit.

But not admitting it doesn't mean it never happened.

"Feel sorry."

He just felt something heavy piled up in his heart, almost crushing his nerves.In the indescribable silence of the room, Jarod suddenly stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile, but he was distorted by the unresolved bitterness in his eyes.

"I have to go back and think about some things. You go ahead and don't worry about me."

Such a sentence hastily dropped under everyone's gaze.The elf didn't meet anyone's eyes, and didn't stop in front of anyone. As if something was chasing after him, he opened the door of the lounge, and fled the suffocating air almost in a panic.

At almost the same time, Captain America, who had also remained silent, also stood up from the long table.Without any hesitation, he hurriedly chased after the elf's back and disappeared outside the door.

"So, my attempts to lighten the mood just failed?"

Staring at the swaying lounge door, the president's father, who was the first to break the deadlock against the bar, rolled his eyes at the ceiling, and didn't want to delve into whether he should go to Garrod or Steve for reimbursement of the cultivation expenses this time:

"Am I the only one who thinks that we don't need this kind of atmosphere like going to a grave? Why can't you have someone to support me? ... And the black-haired kid from England, can you talk about something that makes people happy? What's the matter with chatting to death with one sentence?"

"That's your unique skill, don't count it on others."

Leaning on the sofa, the black widow also rolled her eyes and replied.By the way, he grabbed Merlin who also got up and wanted to chase him out, pushed him back to his original place, and gave him a very kind smile by the way.

"Let the captain go to Garrod, he knows what to do, and he is definitely more useful than us."

Patting the mage's shoulder lovingly, Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly: "As for you, how about staying here and chatting with us for a while? We have that Glorfindel, and your superpower - no, we should It’s called magic, right—it’s still quite interesting.”

"..."

I feel like a sheep being targeted by a lion.Under the widow's meaningful gaze, Merlin shuddered and nodded involuntarily.

And the other side.

Chase Garald's back and rush out the door, watching him walk into the elevator.Steve slowly turned around the corner of the corridor, staring at the jumping bright red numbers on the screen, and finally stopped on the highest floor of the Avengers Building, he could only sigh silently.

He knew Garald very well, or rather, he knew "Zhi Jinhua" very well, and returning to his room was just an excuse in a certain sense.That person has been alone for too long, even if he is sad to the point of heartbreak, he is used to being alone with the pain he inflicts on himself.Compared with the comfort from others, what he needs more now may be a place that no one will find, where he can calm himself down, and then slowly wait for the unbearable pain to subside.

Steve did know so well.However, he never intended to let Jarod really do this.

"Jarvis."

After standing still for a long time, Steve knocked on the closed metal door of the elevator next to him, raised his head and shouted softly.He knew that Tony's intelligent AI had always been here, and sure enough, along with the ending sound floating in the air, Jarvis's metallic male voice suddenly sounded in the empty corridor, obviously without any emotion, But it still makes people feel gentle: "Do you need anything, Captain?"

"Where is Garrod now?"

"Mr. Garrod reached the terrace on the top floor of the building a minute ago, and there is no sign of moving so far. Do you need me to take you up?"

"Of course." Sighing again, Steve said: "However, before that, I want to go back to my room."

"please wait."

Jarvis' voice dropped, replaced by the slight roar of the elevator running.Soon, the metal compartment in front of him slid open without a sound, revealing the bright lights inside.The captain thanked the air, then walked in, hiding his figure behind the closed door.

10 minutes later.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of 'ding', the lights from inside the building turned on and then disappeared in the dark, and the oncoming evening wind blew over the cheeks with heavy moisture, instantly evaporating the warm body temperature into coldness .Slowly stepping onto the terrace on the top floor, Steve grasped the not-so-soft fabric in his hands, looked around, and easily found a familiar silhouette in the corner, and the occasional flash of light from his chest. silver light.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, he seemed to hesitate, and finally walked over.

I kept looking at the neon-flashing city in front of me, with countless colorful and gorgeous colors reflected in my eyes.Garald was hidden in the darkness where the lights couldn't shine, as if he had merged into the surrounding night. Even the sound of breathing disappeared with the evening wind blowing on his face, leaving no trace that could be traced.

There is no night in the metropolis.

And there is no starlight so dear to the elves.

Counting the footsteps behind him, he finally stopped behind him after 25 sounds.Jialuode didn't move, didn't look back, just sat quietly on the ground, leaning against the low wall behind him, raised his head slightly.

"You must have drawn the lottery, Captain."

Looking at the night sky above the head, which was reflected by the lights as if it were day, the elf's voice sounded a little hoarse: "If it wasn't like this, why would they send you to comfort an old guy who has lived for so many years and is still troubled to death?"

Steve shook his head in the dark.

"Of course not, I came up with you voluntarily."

After a pause, he continued: "I'm really worried about you, Garald... As long as it's about you, I can't just leave it alone."

"..."

The tone of the captain's words was sincere, and the elf knew it well.But it was precisely because of this that he didn't know what to answer in the face of this kind of sincere concern without any falsehood.

Garrod was silent for a long time.

"I'm very sorry."

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered this sentence.Garald gripped the arrow pendant that Glorfindel had given him back in his palm, took a deep breath, and was just about to speak again, telling Steve that he didn't care.But suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders, and then a breath belonging to Captain America surrounded him, wrapping his whole body in this sudden warmth and isolating the humid cold of the night.

"Even if elves don't get sick, they still feel cold."

Put the coat in your hand on Garrod.Steve sat bent over the stunned elf, close to his shoulder, as if he wanted to share every ounce of sadness that came his way.

"Do you want to talk to me, Garrod?"

Turning his head, he smiled gently.