[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

It was an ordinary morning, and the sunlight fell on the ground through the gaps in the curtains, leaving golden marks.

It was at such a time that Tony woke up in a daze. He naturally put his hand aside, which was originally where Wyatt was lying, but did not touch the expected lover's body.

This made Tony's drowsy brain blank for a moment. He was stunned for two seconds, trying to open his eyes and look aside.

Then got a huge... scare?

A child who looked only six or seven years old was sitting in the corner of the bed. The clothes on his body were several times larger than his body, and they were loosely wrapped around his body.

The child's light brown hair is soft and docile, and the familiar light gray eyes are full of strangeness and panic that is still visible despite trying to conceal it.

Fear of unfamiliar surroundings.

This made Tony wake up all of a sudden. He pulled the quilt up to his neck suddenly. After confirming that he didn't do any exercise last night and that he was still dressed in normal pajamas, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and sat up. Looking at the this child.

Tony, who had received Wyatt's memory, recognized the child in front of him—he was Wyatt, Wyatt when he was six or seven years old.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Tony's mind.

Bambi's prank?Or some weird magic?Is it related to the guy who squeezed the balloon to juggle?

The bearded man who had already accepted the existence of magic in this scientific age was thinking quickly, not noticing that his sudden movement made the young child in front of him even more vigilant.

Wyatt also just woke up not long ago, and he was still wearing the uniform of the orphanage before going to bed. He fell asleep in the environment of four people in a dormitory, and he came here as soon as he opened his eyes.

The clothes on his body were several times loose, and beside him was a man with a mustache that he had never seen before.

—Who is he, and where is this place?

Wyatt couldn't help but recall what Ms. Jones had said to herself.

One's own ability will cause countless dangers, and must be hidden, and no one else can know that one has the ability.

——Could it be that someone discovered his ability?

But this place is not like a laboratory, more like an ordinary bedroom.

No, not ordinary, a rich and luxurious bedroom.

While the bearded man next to him was still asleep, Wyatt carefully looked around. The facilities he had never seen before made Wyatt involuntarily reveal a hint of wonder.

And he didn't miss a group photo on the bedside table.

The brown-haired young man held the camera in one hand, and put the other hand over the neck of the man with the mustache, and took a group photo together.

The expressions of the two people in the photo revealed a sense of happiness, and it was not the love that attracted Wyatt's attention, but the brunette youth...

He looks so similar to himself, as if he is an enlarged version of himself.

Before he could think too much, the bearded man beside him stretched out a hand, and Wyatt shrank back quickly, dodging the stretched arm, and looked at the person in front of him warily.

And the next series of movements of the man with the moustache made Wyatt feel more vigilant until he looked at himself lost in thought.

Wyatt, who was still young, thought for a few seconds, and finally summoned up the courage to ask his guess.

"You... are you my father?"

The childish and slightly hoarse voice sounded in the silent room, blanking the expression on Tony's face for a few seconds.

"Wha-t???"

Tony quickly asked Jar to buy several sets of children's clothes of Wyatt's size. Jar was always very fast, and the clothes were delivered to Tony's room in less than 10 minutes.

At this time, Tony had already changed into a suit of clothes. He held the clothes from Jar in his hand, and looked at Wyatt who was still huddled in the corner by himself.

"Do you want to change your clothes?" Tony asked, raising the clothes on his hands.

Wyatt nodded silently, and Tony walked over naturally, wanting to take off the obviously ill-fitting clothes on Wyatt himself.

Unexpectedly, Wyatt reacted very violently to his move.

"I—I can do it myself."

Wyatt tugged on the baggy clothes and said, not letting Tony move any further.

This made Tony raise his eyebrows. He didn't miss the look of pain that flashed across Wyatt's face. Even though he tried to hide it afterwards, trying to appear normal, he couldn't hide it from Tony's eyes.

Tony suddenly became serious, he let go, and frowned.

"Take off your clothes," Tony ordered. "Let me see your...arm?"

Wyatt lowered his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes concealed the hesitation and panic in his eyes, his little hands clenched his clothes even harder, and the knuckles were abnormally white.

Only then did Tony seriously look at the child in front of him, the appearance of his lover when he was young.

Different from the baby fat that people of the same age will have at this stage, the cheeks of the child in front of him are thin, and the face does not have the innocence and immaturity that a child should have, only a sense of seriousness and dignity.

These temperaments that shouldn't appear at this age, but at this time Wyatt has no sense of disobedience.

Tony, who knew Wyatt's past, knew it wasn't Ms. Jones or the orphanage taking away his quality of life—it was something else.

and…

Looking at the movement of the child in front of him, Tony couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart. He slowed down his voice: "Let me see your arm, okay?"

——Tony, who had never spoken in such a soft voice, was startled by his own voice, but this time his outstretched hand was not dodged by Wyatt.

Tony carefully lifted the oversized clothes, and the child's arm, which he had been trying to cover up, was exposed in front of Tony's eyes.

A huge scratch that seemed to have just stopped bleeding occupied Wyatt's right upper arm, and it was shocking on his white and tender skin. There was more than one scar on his body, but most of them were old wounds, and some of them were about to fade away. is out of sight.

Tony breathed heavily.

He already understood what was going on.

——The orphanage rejected him, some people even regarded him as a monster, and he promised Ms. Jones not to use her ability in front of other people.

Maybe in a few years, Wyatt will be able to block all those malicious intentions without relying on his ability, and even use his own way to deal with others, but now Wyatt is still young, he can only be alone. Take everything seriously and grow fast.

Tony knew Wyatt's ability, he had an extremely fast recovery ability, and these scars would disappear without a trace on his body within a few hours-but this was a young him, and his ability was not yet so strong.

Tony just felt angry all of a sudden, but...but those things happened 20 years ago, and Tony couldn't even express his anger for him.

Tony could only find the wound medicine from the house in a hurry, and bandaged Wyatt meticulously. Wyatt didn't say a word during the whole process.

It wasn't until everything was finished that the child pursed his lips, glanced at Tony cautiously, and asked, "Can you...don't tell Ms. Jones?"

Looking at the nervous child in front of him, Tony felt his heart was in a mess. He whispered, "...Okay, don't tell her."

Wyatt had already changed into a suit of well-fitting clothes, and was sitting in the lobby of the Avengers Building, staring at the boy in front of him who looked exactly like him.

After seeing a photo of a young man who looked similar to himself, another eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a certain appearance similar to himself appeared in front of him, which made Wyatt squint his eyes slightly.

Although the man with the moustache vetoed his conjecture—is he really not his father? ——But Wyatt always felt that he, the young man in the photo, the young man in front of him must have something to do with him.

Otherwise, this can't explain why I appear here.

Wyatt still hadn't let go of all his guard, but the movements and behavior of the man with the moustache did gain some of his trust.

At least for now he doesn't look like a bad guy.

"who are you?"

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't seem very smart, and the man with the mustache was not around at this time, Wyatt decided to take the initiative to get some information that could be obtained.

"I'm—you can call me Brian."

The teenager said, "Brian Caviezel."

He bit his surname very hard, as if implying something.

And Wyatt successfully received his hint.

— Caviezel?

The same last name as yourself?

It seems that he really has a blood relationship with him?

Wyatt rubbed his chin, and felt that the person in front of him was just a fool, and he looked like a good cliché.

And from his mouth, Wyatt knew that the man with the mustache was Tony Stark, and he was the richest man in New York and even the entire United States.

Wyatt didn't have any concept of America yet, but he knew that this man was a local tyrant, which made his pupils tremble for a long time.

...This is me, are you going to inherit hundreds of millions of property? !

And at this moment, a golden circle suddenly appeared by his side, and with the golden sparks generated by the circles of rotation, the circle gradually became larger, and the man with the mustache walked out, and standing with him was another A man with the same mustache, but he was clearly half a head taller than Tony.

It is also half a face longer than Tony.

Wyatt said silently in his heart.

His attire was very strange, not like the blue coarse blouse that belonged to this era, but behind him was a red high-necked cloak, like a magician who walked out of a fairy tale.

— and he acts like that too.

The long-faced magician waved his hand, and the golden halo dissipated into the air with his movement, which made Wyatt marvel again in his heart.

It turns out that everything in the storybook is true!

Strange expressed strong satisfaction with the unconcealable surprise in Wyatt's eyes at this moment. He touched his chin, walked around Wyatt, and raised his eyebrows.

"I don't feel any magic breath—it doesn't look like someone cast some magic on him." Strange said conclusively.

Early this morning, Tony hurriedly broke into his temple wearing his battle armor—this time Strange organized Wang Xiang to repair the door in time, and took the opportunity to blackmail a large sum of money. But it was obvious that Tony didn't care about the money, he had more important things - after listening to Tony's words, Strange came to see Wyatt's situation.

But it was beyond his imagination.

At first he thought that someone used magic to play a little prank on Wyatt, but he didn't feel a wave of magic.

——This is not normal.

Strange thought for a while, squeezed a spell with both hands, and used the Eye of Agamotto hanging on his chest to check Wyatt's physical condition.

"I don't see anything wrong, it's as if..."

After a few minutes of searching in silence for a long time, Strange slowly retracted the Eye of Agamotto. He considered his words and said to Tony, "It seems that everything is normal. He belongs to this age in this timeline."

This sentence made Tony almost gasp for breath.

——He thought that Wyatt would only maintain this state temporarily, but according to Strange, it seemed that he would always be only five or six years old?

please?Doesn't it feel good for one's lover to become a son? !

Tony stared at Strange with wide eyes, as if he would not give up if he could not find a solution, and Strange's expressionless face was full of doubts at this moment, he looked at Wai Art.

And Wyatt was playing with the red cloak who sneaked over at this time.

Taking advantage of Strange's own affairs, the red cloak slipped out from behind him quietly, rubbed against Wyatt's side, raised a small corner to rub Wyatt's soft hair.

——That light brown soft hair really makes people want to rub it.

Well, let the red cloak also want to rub.

The movement of the red cloak was gentle enough, and the cloak that moved by itself also attracted Wyatt's attention. He didn't have much resistance to its movements, and was even amused by the cloak's next performance.

—Red Cloak really knows how to please children.

And the smiling face of the child inspired the movement of the cloak even more. It twisted itself into a ball even harder, and stretched it out again, which is funny and fun.

Seeing the cloak's performance of losing IQ, Strange pinched his brows helplessly - he really didn't want to admit that this guy followed him.

He looked at Wyatt, who was playing with the red cloak, and cleared his throat.

The red cloak paused for a moment, then stretched out his twisted body reluctantly, rubbed Wyatt's soft brown hair, and finally returned behind Strange slowly, not yet Reluctantly pretending to be unintentional, he patted Strange's body hard.

Strange raised his eyebrows, and saw Wyatt looking at him, to be precise, looking behind him with a reluctant look. He thought for two seconds, and when he stretched out his hands, there were more A long balloon.

His scarred hands still trembled a little, but under the blessing of magic, it didn't affect his usual operations—at least it wasn't difficult to stick a balloon.

Soon, a puppy pricked out of a balloon appeared in Strange's hand.

He was satisfied to see that Wyatt's eyes had turned from behind him to his hands, his eyes were full of wonder, and he shook the balloon puppy in his hand: "I'll see you off."

There was some deliberately casual tone in his tone, but it was obvious that he was satisfied with Wyatt's reaction.

Seeing Wyatt holding the balloon puppy as if he had found a treasure, the corners of Strange's mouth turned up a little rarely.

"—Hey, so I'm right, you really are a balloon juggler."

Tony winked and teased.

Strange rolled his eyes at the bearded man, who was wearing a ring in his hand and drew circles in mid-air, leaving behind a sentence "I'll go to the library to look it up, and I'll let you know if I have any news", before disappearing into the circle of light after.

Only Tony and Wyatt were left in the room again, and Brian picked up the controller again and started the video game.

"Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

During the intense operation, Brian took the time to say, "This is equivalent to adding 20 years to his lifespan—isn't this good news for you humans?"

Tony snorted, ignoring Brian's words.

—This is Wyatt, but this is not Wyatt.

If this was Wyatt 20 years ago, where is his Wyatt now?

Tony frowned, thinking worriedly.

Strange didn't give him much useful information at this time, he thought for a moment, and chose to make another call.

It was the landline number of an old bookstore.

And not long after, the man with pale blonde curly hair appeared in the Avengers Building together with the tall, thin, red-haired man.

"--Um?"

As soon as he landed, Aziz frowned and made a puzzled sound.

"Why is the law of time... so disordered?" He looked at Wyatt, who was sitting on the sofa, looking at him curiously.

In Wyatt's eyes, he eased his frown and showed a comforting smile - he has always liked children, and he has no resistance to such kind and pure children whose souls are not polluted.

This made Crowley on the side purse his mouth in disgust, but he knew that he didn't need to be jealous with a child.

——No, it doesn’t matter if you are jealous, you are a devil, and the devil can do whatever it wants!

"Angel." Crowley called out in a low voice, and hearing Crowley's tone, Az gave him a supercilious look.

But this title made Wyatt's eyes light up.

"Are you really—I mean, are you really an angel?"

Wyatt asked cautiously, "In that biblical story, the angel who bravely defeated the devil?"

These words made Azzi couldn't help laughing out loud, while Crowley raised his brows high, and he pulled down his sunglasses all of a sudden, staring at Wyatt with golden snake eyes.

"Hey, kid, those stories you're reading are all fake stories, understand? There's no such thing as an angel defeating a demon!"

As he spoke, he grinned deliberately, showing a bad enough threatening expression.

But this didn't scare Wyatt at all, in fact, his curiosity about the angel took him away from other things at all.

"Then—then do you have wings? Angel wings?" Wyatt's eyes almost burst into stars. "And the halo, the halo on the head?"

Wyatt made a circle on his head with his hand, which made Aziz smile more softly.

"Of course, of course, do you want to see it?"

Az nudged Crowley beside him with his elbow, and asked.

"—Is it possible?"

Wyatt looked at Az expectantly, Az nodded, and in an instant, huge white wings spread out behind him. The surface was covered with pure white and sacred feathers, floating gently with the airflow, looking extremely soft.

"You can touch it."

Seeing Wyatt's movement of wanting to touch him but not daring to step forward, Az said softly.

Wyatt touched it lightly with his hand, and the wings brushed against his palm. Wyatt couldn't help but admire the soft touch.

Crowley snorted softly, and finally decided to tell himself not to care about children.

And Tony also had a bit of fun at the side, but seeing Wyatt, who was a little cold and not like this age, showing a childish performance at this time, his heart softened.

"There is nothing wrong with him. It is a temporary disorder of the law of time. It will be fine in two or three days."

Crowley said quickly to Tony, and dragged Aziz, who was still discussing wing maintenance with Wyatt, and disappeared directly into the Avengers Building, leaving only a gust of wind blowing through Wyatt's soft hair .

Tony looked at Wyatt, who was only six or seven years old in front of him—meaning, he still wanted to be with this child...

Get along for two or three days? !

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Preview of the next chapter: The Avengers Bringing a Baby? (bushi)

And Tony's healing journey!

++++Amway, look at the text of Jiyou++++

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CP Tony, looks great!I have already got into the manuscript box and become the hero's mother fan (bushi)

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"[Comprehensive British and American] Fighting scene photographer" by the stall of the barbecue stall

As a reporter and photographer, Carmela encountered a terrorist attack during an interview, sacrificed herself and drove away from the crowd with a bomb.

And died in front of Tony Stark.

But he didn't die, instead he gained the power of a ten (hao) point (wu) strong (luan) big (yong) camera - in the fighting scene of superheroes, he can be as free as Master Pei's photographer Angle harmless photography.

...It would be even better if this special ability wasn't bound to a certain gold and red color suit.

But waking up is Carmela in her own bedroom: I must be dreaming.

But what happened to that Stark blocking the school gate? ! !

Later: Why should I be summoned as soon as he activates the armor? ! ! !

It's still three o'clock in the middle of the night, brother! ! ! !

#I am not binding you, but the armor you are wearing, thank you#

#Hard mouth is made like this#

Autistic on the outside, active on the inside, photographer

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