[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

Kurt woke up in a peaceful environment that he hadn't felt in a long time.

There are no wounds, no pain, no cold scalpels, no instruments full of tubes inserted all over the body, and no devil-like bald doctor.

What was reflected in those deep amber eyes was just a pure white ceiling.

The bed beneath me was as soft as a heavenly pillow.

He slowly sat up, this room looked like a very ordinary residential house, a bed, a desk, a recliner, a huge dark red carpet, simple, clean and tidy.

Facing this huge window directly in front, there stood a man with short black hair in front of the window.

He forcefully pulled the heavy curtains aside to reveal the scene outside the window.The sun shines through the layers of glaciers, and the ice blue color has water patterns. It is not dazzling, and you can't feel the temperature, but it has a different kind of mysterious and magnificent beauty.

"you're awake?"

Daize patted the dust on his hands, and said with a smile: "You have slept for a long time. How does your body feel? Much better?"

Kurt was a little dazed, unable to react from this series of unexpected developments, he could only stare blankly at the young man and the glacier scene board behind him.

"I should have the same expression as you when I saw these for the first time. It's just that the sun is not so good every day."

The professor walked up to this little blue-skinned monster who didn't look so seductive, stretched out his hand and introduced himself concisely: "Daize."

Kurt, who seemed to be rarely greeted with such international etiquette, was a little flattered, and reflexively extended his hand with only three thick fingers to shake him: "Kurt, Kurt Wagner .”

Dai Ze raised an eyebrow.

Oh, sure enough.

Kurt Wagner, the Blue Devil in the X-Men, also known as Nightcrawler, is a devout believer who has the appearance of a devil but believes in God.

"It's a pity that I have to go to work soon, otherwise we should be able to sit down and have a good chat."

After packing his paper bag, before leaving, Daize seriously explained to the little blue devil who had been in a daze since he woke up: "Don't try to run out of here, if you want to be caught again. Next time, no one will be able to rush to rescue you so precisely."

"Outside the glacier is a group of wolves, tigers and leopards wearing steel armor and holding Gatling machine guns. Don't run there. Unless you can teleport three thousand miles at a time, stay here honestly. There is nothing better than here Safe, understand?"

The little blue devil realized later: "You saved me?"

"What else? God?"

After saying that, Daize left the guest room.

Kurt wanted to chase it out, he really had too many questions to ask, but the young man's order made him hurry back before his left foot was about to step out of the room.

In the end, he could only stretch his neck and say to the back of the professor who was putting on his shoes at the entrance, "I, I will stay here."

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence: "You want to come back."

"Of course. There's breakfast on the table, I hope you don't hate coffee."

The door was closed, and the room fell silent again.

On the table was a steaming cup of coffee and a fried egg that was cooked just right.

Kurt couldn't help muttering: "It's like dreaming."

"Turn on the ability shielding mode, rescue machine, first-level alert, and notify me at any time if someone enters or leaves this room."

Dazzle knows about the Blue Devils in the comics and movies, but he doesn't know the ones in real life.So even though he didn't think the Blue Devil would be stupid enough to throw himself into the trap again, he still gave this order to the rescue machine.

It's always good to be careful.

"Litander, connect to the headquarters communication, I want to know the completion level of the FTD plan and Mr. Red Skull's latest dispatch instructions for this quarter before noon."

"Yes, Professor."

"Continue to follow up the purification experiment of HK30 reagent, the effect of your finished product is very disappointing."

"Yes, Professor."

"Finally, Bilova."

Yelena, who was stooping furtively and planning to sneak out of the laboratory: "...Yes!"

"Put down the reagents in your hand, and get out of my laboratory. Next time you steal these, I will report to Baron Strucker that you secretly hid Natasha's photo."

Yelena muttered, "You've actually said it in front of so many people."

Then the second-generation widow was thrown out of the laboratory by rescue machine No. [-] with a collar like "QAQ".

The door was closed, and Yelena was sitting on the ground rubbing her sore buttocks, and happened to meet Crossbones coming from the corner, and said with aggrieved expression: "Crossbones, Professor, he is vicious, he is good and bad. "

Crossbones paused.

Yelena patted the folds of her clothes and stood up, impatiently began to tease the professor: "You know Wishbone, the professor picked up another piece of 'garbage' at home during your mission, oh my god! I really don't know what he was thinking, did he think his room was a garbage dump, so he didn't learn a lesson, knowing that they wouldn't appreciate it, the 'garbage' almost scratched half of his eyes when he woke up , He actually dared to save those dangerous mutants, what did he think of those mutants? Pets? Little rabbits?"

Crossbones was silent for a moment, then said, "They wouldn't have done this to you if you hadn't put those cruel experiments on them first."

Yelena choked for a moment: "That's right." She lowered her head and kicked the floor with her toes, "I'm just not worth it for the professor, and he didn't do those things. You’re so horny, and you’re still worrying about those mutants all day... Well, no, aren’t you usually the most opposed to professors doing this kind of thing? And you’re the one who brought those mutants here.”

Speaking of this, Yelena puffed up her not so plump chest again: "So what position are you standing on to accuse us. You look a little strange today, Mr. Crossbones."

"Well, take a closer look, why do you seem to be much stronger than usual, and even a little taller."

Yelena leaned closer, her face almost touching the iron helmet of Crossbones.She stared at it for a long time, and then said in a very mysterious tone: "You won't be dropped, Mr. Crossbones?"

Crossbones stopped talking.

After a while, Yelena withdrew her head, patted Crossbones on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "I'm just kidding, hahaha, don't be so nervous."

Crossbones: "...Don't make jokes like this."

Manhattan, New York.

With the Arc Reaction Device in the palm of its hand taking out the last of the Lord of Evil's minions, the terror that roiled downtown Manhattan looked as childish as a prank that had to be aborted.

In the most meaningful photo captured by front-line reporters, the captain of the United States who completed the mission walked towards the Avengers Building with his shield on his back. Manipulating his extremely cool armor, he drew two letters in the air.

EZ.

"Very well, this fits Stark's style very well, you did a good job Jarvis."

The "Captain America" ​​who was slumped on the sofa after exhaustion waved his hands and said.

"But you don't act like Captain America at all, Patton." Natasha leaned against the window and rolled her eyes as she said, "Captain America won't show off in front of the camera like you do. Biceps, don't talk so much self-praising bullshit in front of the media, you make the character look like an idiot."

"So I'll never be Captain America, oh God knows how hard it took me to play the part, Stark got one thing right."

The "Captain America" ​​on the sofa took off his hood, revealing a man with a golden yellow and flat head.

Hawkeye, Clint Barton.

"You'll never understand what an old popsicle in an American flag wrapper is thinking, let alone imitate it. Seriously, I tried my best - Jarvis, to get that jar of peanut butter and soda on the table Pass me the biscuit?"

"Happy to serve you, but I have returned Sir's armor to the display case."

Hawkeye turned his head to look, and there were six steel mechas quietly displayed in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, and the one in the middle was the "Iron Man" that represented Tony Stark in the battle today.

The visor of the armor was open, and there was no one inside.

Hawkeye changed his posture and continued to spread out: "When will this kind of life last?"

"I really hope that the captain and Tony can complete the task sooner, I really have enough of this kind of life."

After a pause, he said again: "Natasha, what do you think if those people suspect that I am not the real Captain America because my breasts are not big enough?"

Natasha looked at Hawkeye on the sofa who started to pinch her pectoralis major while talking, and she didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes.

Only Jarvis is still dutifully answering the question that no one cares about: "Sir has not drawn up a detailed battle plan, and none of us know what the monster buried under the Siberian glacier is, but one thing is certain , since even Director Nick Fury has come forward because of this incident."

"Then I'm afraid your days will be a little longer, Mr. Hawkeye."