Win Wayne

"Let's stop playing with this," Tony begged urgently. "It's my fault—I shouldn't have talked to you like that, sorry."

What else could he do without an apology, Wen's reaction really scared him, he had been able to see such a Batman-like face with an innocent and hazy expression in his life, Tony wanted to have a myocardial infarction.

Too bad he doesn't have the disease at all.

When he saw Wen being stupid in the video, he thought those few scenes would be enough for him to laugh at the Batman for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that Wen was not being stupid when she was alone, but Schrödinger's being stupid.

She may or may not be being stupid.

When you are not thinking about whether she is stupid or not, these two situations exist at the same time, she is neither stupid nor stupid.

"It's okay?" Wen said hesitantly.

She didn't understand why Tony was apologizing, was there something wrong with the previous conversation?If I have to say it, it's obvious that her reply was out of character. Why is Tony the one who apologized?

Unable to figure it out, Wen put the reason down to one.

Truly a superhero.

Sure enough, these superheroes, no matter whether their personalities are good or bad, no matter whether their performance is playful or restrained, they are so kind and considerate, so innocent and innocent when they treat weak ordinary people.

It even made Wen feel a little unbearable.

Natasha said that she lived next door to her, but in fact it was not much different from living in her home, and almost provided her with all three meals.If it weren't for Natasha still going back to sleep next door at night, Wen would have felt that Natasha had moved into his own house.

It seems that a virtuous wife is taking care of the house after marriage.

... No, stop this strange fantasy, Natasha does not have the slightest feeling of a virtuous wife from head to toe.

In fact, Natasha did ask Wen cryptically why her master bedroom was vacant, and Wen had no choice but to explain seriously that she is a person with diverse aesthetics, and sometimes she prefers this style of room.

Natasha didn't look like she believed this statement, but Wen was not afraid.

No matter how big Natasha's brain is, can she still imagine that Wen is a time traveler, and that room belongs to the original owner of the body, Wendy?

"Well, I admit that I asked Happy to find a way to keep you at the Stark Industries headquarters, Wen." Tony coughed and put away his foolish look.

He looked serious like that: "You know that Peter is an intern here, and he has mentioned you too many times recently, so much that I am very curious about you."

This was the best topic Tony could think of to talk to Wen—although in his mind, he couldn't wait to tell Wen the truth about Wen's life experience, but he wasn't sure for a while whether Wen knew about his own. identity.

Impossible not to know?

Photos of Bruce Wayne are everywhere, and it is impossible for Wen Wen not to be familiar with his own appearance. Although the details of Wen Wen and Bruce's face are very different, it is impossible for people who are not familiar with Bruce to directly connect the two people. Maybe not familiar with what you look like?

Wen doesn't wear makeup, but can she still not wash her face?You always have to look in the mirror when you wash your face, right?

Tony draws a conclusion from this very simple logical reasoning: Wen must be familiar with his face, Wen must have seen Bruce Wayne's face, and from this, Wen must have, or at least, doubted himself and Bruce Wayne relationship between.

And she hasn't made any fuss about this matter until now... Yes, Tony thought with satisfaction, the little girl is quite calm.

As for whether Wen was holding his breath full of bad water, and wanted to make that guy Bruce pay something?

My daughter, who is living outside, suffers by herself.

Tony will only applaud vigorously and occupy the front row of onlookers!

Wen said in surprise, "Why do you have to be curious about me when he said so much about me, and make time to meet me?"

There is something wrong with you, you, and you don’t have such a thing in love, not to mention that you and Peter don’t seem to be related.

Even your own father can't do this kind of operation, why are you so confident.

Tony also knew that this reason was a little unreliable, but what could he do? This was already the most plausible of all the reasons.

"Because in my heart, Peter is my responsibility." Tony said calmly, "I recruited him into the company, and I also took him hand in hand. He is the most suitable successor in my mind—although he is currently His performance is not yet up to the task, but I think he has the potential."

...so you're like a mother chicken, rushing to meet the girl who's been nagging so many times to the little chick you've tucked under her wings?

Wen was speechless.

But because the Chaoying she knew were all silly and sweet, she still accepted Tony's reason.

"Now you see me." She asked with a smile, "What do you think is wrong with me?"

Tony coughed: "It's okay, we just met for the first time, and we can't find anything wrong."

Give you some color and you have opened a dyeing workshop, and let you talk a little bit and your tail starts to curl up. You are so old that you can be her father. Why do you talk so much that makes people angry.

Wen squinted at Tony: "I'm going home."

There is no reason to keep Wen and Tony, who has clearly realized that he has offended Wen: "..."

Is it too many times that he can't speak because of Wen? !

He watched Wen turn around and leave, and his IQ, which had been offline in a flash, suddenly went online: "Wait a minute."

She stopped meekly and turned her head: "What's the matter?"

Tony who thought Wen would ignore him: "..."

He said: "Actually, I still have a little doubt about this meeting. In my impression, I have never given anyone a ticket to open the Stark Industrial access control."

"You gave it to me." Wen said without thinking, "There is a signature on it, and you signed it yourself."

"Why do I have no impression at all?"

"You have no memory of what you have done, why ask me why you have no memory?" Wen was even more surprised.

Was Tony Stark really the one who made his armor and various weapons?He seems to be out of his mind.

Why don't these superheroes seem to have a good brain.

Wen's confusion reached an extreme again. She raised her head and stared at Tony with extremely confused eyes, thinking about what went wrong-why are these superheroes so stupid?

Although it is very cute, it is true...every chaoying is so charming.

Just like what Wendy said before, they are all so good-looking, even though Tony is so old, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the unshaven mustache didn't affect his charm at all. It doesn't make him look dirty or greasy at all.

It's cuteness, a very outrageous, very specific kind of cuteness.

Wen quickly accepted that the situation was beyond her understanding and turned to studying Tony's face and body curiously.

The eyes are big, the eyebrows are very slender, the brow bones are correct and beautiful, and the nose is also beautiful, tall, straight and straight.The thickness of the lips is considered to be moderate, and the curvature of the chin is also moderate. Generally speaking, he is not a handsome man who is so handsome at first glance.

Just talking about face, Wen prefers Captain America.

A man is upright and sweet, and Captain America's looks are almost perfect. He is so beautiful that he can wear women's clothing without any sense of disobedience, and his temperament is also upright and gentle, which makes Wen feel that he is not very aggressive and easy to get along with.

"When I just looked at your photos before, I didn't see that you were so beautiful." Wen said again, "You superheroes are all so beautiful, right?"

Tony choked, ignoring Wen's question,

He said seriously: "It is impossible for me to remember such an important thing wrongly. The tour ticket in your hand is definitely not from me."

"But you gave it to me," Wen said.

Wait, she didn't seem to have asked Wendy where those tour tickets came from, but just seeing them and seeing Tony Stark's signature on the tour tickets, she directly assumed that these tour tickets were Tony Stark's signature. Stark gave it to Wendy.

In addition, this body seemed to be very familiar to Tony, so she spoke so bluntly and relaxedly.

Could it be that those tour tickets were really not given to Wendy by Tony?

— that's what Tony gave me.

Then he denied it, he couldn't really be out of his mind.

—but not from the Tony of this world.

Wen was stunned by this sentence, she thought to herself, what nonsense are you talking about, what do you mean it wasn't given to you by the Tony of this world?

Could there be a Tony Stark from another world?Tony Stark from another world still has a good relationship with you, so he gave you a lot of tickets that can be used to open Stark Industries Headquarters, and also signed you on each ticket?

— That's what I mean.

Wen was so shocked that his mind went blank.

What followed was a slew of questions, all gibberish, what does "another world" really mean?Just thinking of this, Wen understood the meaning of "parallel world" from the depths of Wendy's consciousness.

Wendy thought again about why Wendy had a way to contact the parallel world, but this time Wendy didn't answer; Wendy thought about what Wendy said before, "everyone she slept with was in another world". The reaction was, Wendy, are you specially picking people to sleep in a world where there are no infectious diseases...

Then Wendy angrily satirized Wen's low IQ, and simply disappeared into the depths of consciousness.

temperature:"……"

Just because you are the master of your body, I can't do anything to you.

She turned her attention to Tony in embarrassment, but found that Tony's expression was unnatural. After meeting Wen's eyes, he couldn't help but lean back.

temperature:"……"

Could it be that she suddenly changed from a beautiful girl to some kind of ugly monster?

Wen felt that she had been speechless in front of Tony Stark too many times. Did this Iron Man conflict with her a bit.

Wait a minute, why would Tony Stark from another world give Wendy so many signed tickets to visit Stark Industries headquarters?There seems to be something hidden behind this that I can't think about...

Then think of Wendy, when she saw the other party, she didn't have any strange thoughts in her heart.

temperature:"……"

Wendy, get out of here!Wendy!Wendy!You have to come out and answer my question!have you ever slept...

--No!I told you I don't like this one!

I don't have to fight Wendy with you, but many people you thought were good before couldn't even give Tony Stark shoes. I think it doesn't matter whether you like the one with such high quality Alright.

—You sure as hell show your low morals in odd places all the time.

How come, what kind of low moral sense is this.Although you are a scumbag, you really like them.I am different, I will always love myself the most, you choose someone because the other person can give you happiness, I choose someone because I think this person is the most valuable.

—as if you had chosen someone.

Before Wen had time to answer, Tony had already spoken unbearably: "You stared at me for too long, Wen."

"When did you become a character who is shy when people look at you?"

Tony said: "I'm not shy, it's just that I have a fiancée now, so I have to be careful with my words and deeds."

"It's me who's been looking at you, and it's not you who's been looking at me. What's the matter with you being cautious about your words and deeds?"

Tony is sure now that Bruce's daughter is as annoying as Bruce, no, Bruce's daughter is more trouble than Bruce!

When Bruce touched him, he could still go back, how could he touch Wen?

Seeing Tony's expression changing, Wen finally couldn't help laughing: "You really gave me those tour tickets."

"It's impossible." Tony flatly denied, he had enough confidence in his memory, "I won't forget this kind of thing."

Wen said, "Then you can figure out what's going on. I'm going home. If you think about what's going on, you can call me."

She took two steps back and waved goodbye to Tony. Tony stared at Wen indifferently, and never stopped thinking about what the hell was going on with those tour tickets.

When he came back to his senses, Wen had already left for a long time.

Wen regretted running so fast.

Tony didn't give her a good feeling. Although the other party's performance was still the characteristic of Chaoying's silly, white and sweet temperament on the whole, it was also vigilant and probing. Tony looked at her much worse than Natasha gave her.

In front of Tony, Wen felt a little disrespected.

...It was not to the extent of being insulted or ignored, but she was not respected. It always felt like Tony was looking through her.

Wen didn't really want to get along with Tony, so he ran away before the other party asked for a ride or something.

But now that she really regrets running so fast, she should let Tony take the initiative to take her home. Going back by herself is simply the most stupid move.

Wen didn't know that New York was so dark at night.

The street lamp can only illuminate a small area around it, and the light circles a small piece of warm light tent around it, and outside the tent, the thick darkness solidifies quietly, that kind of black makes warm Feel violently uneasy.

She felt a fishy smell wafting through her nostrils.

Bloody smell.

This is an illusion, Wen knows, but this smelly illusion is so clear, every step she takes, she feels that she is deep in the thick blackened blood.

A strong sense of panic surged up.

In the gaps and dark corners that cannot be illuminated by street lights, there seem to be countless monsters just around the corner.

They are staring at her greedily, looking for her exposed flaws, they are arousing the fear in her heart, making her fall into a trap in despair and panic.

Wen took a deep breath and stood still under the streetlight.

What is it this time?Which phobia?Wen thought about this question for a while, but didn't go deep into it, so Wendy, who was sleeping deep in her mind, didn't know what Wen was thinking.

Wendy doesn't need to know what she's thinking.

The darkness surged stickily, like a pot of boiling water frantically twisting, Wen stood back against the warm light, and stroked his hair again.Cold sweat had already soaked her hair, and they were thickly stuck to the top of her head. Wen suddenly remembered Wendy's words, she said, "After all, I have thick hair"...

Wen answered the next half of the sentence in a low voice.

"I know."

The thick darkness pounced on her, and the sense of fear was injected into her body like a powerful stimulant. Wen's heart shrank and suddenly expanded, and the rapidly accelerating blood flow reverberated in her eardrums, as if a piece of The stormy sea was stuffed into her brain.

She felt unsteady on her feet, as if she'd just been hit in the back of the head.

Wen felt that her sensory system had collapsed. This kind of thing happened not long ago, but she didn't feel particularly disgusted at that time, probably because she was standing at a high altitude when she was so scared last time, and Wendy was standing in the sky before her. Talk out loud in your head.

She said, "Now, jump!"

Now, kill.

Wen had already raised her hand before the strange black figure rushed forward. She didn't have any weapon in her hand, but when she made up her mind, her hands cut the black figure like sharp knives.

The thing was split into two, and the two halves were squirming and crawling on the ground. Wen didn't look at it, but raised her hand again. At the same time she made this movement, all the monsters formed by the thick darkness moved towards it. She pounced.

Wen could see nothing.

Her eyes were full of scarlet blood, damn it, Wendy's tattered body was really broken to a certain extent, and the blood color also made Wen feel painfully suffocated, this time the pain and suffocation were so clear, completely [-]% Not adulterated.

It seems that Wendy didn't share this pain for her this time, Wendy thought, is it because Wendy hid in the deepest part?

It turns out that as long as Wendy hides deep enough, as long as Wendy surrenders her body enough, then all the pain will be borne by her latecomer.

The monster no longer appeared, but the surrounding darkness was still enough to arouse fear, Wen sat down in the small tent with warm light, and waited for the illusion of dying to leave this body.

She felt suspiciously that all the places around her that couldn't be illuminated were very dangerous, but at the same time, she also knew that her current state of mind was not normal.

The phobia felt like she was being forced into a glass jar that couldn't possibly hold her entire body.

Her feet were folded in front of her chest, her arms were twisted tightly against her broken calf, and her body was molded arbitrarily like a piece of plasticine. She couldn't breathe or move, and it was so crowded that there was no room for thinking.

In this small glass jar, she endured the pain of her limbs being broken and the wound being compressed, and hugged herself desperately.

... So this is what Wendy has been feeling all along?

Anxiety, extreme panic, any slightest disturbance disturbed her mood, but in this case she was in no mood at all.No matter how rationally he reiterated that it was safe now, his body's reaction was uncontrollable. Wen sat hugging his knees for a while, then bluntly raised his hand to wipe his face.

Tears wet her cuffs.

When will the sky be bright? It should be much better when the sky is bright, right?

Wen vaguely thought that when she got home, she must take a good hot bath.Wendy's tattered body is too easy to get sick, and she usually feels uncomfortable when she is not sick, and the feeling of being sick is even more uncomfortable.

The glass jar that locked her was shrinking.

temperature:"……"

She hugged herself tighter.

so lonely.This kind of feeling has never been so clear, it is no longer separated by anything, but pure loneliness, as if this world is so big, no matter how big it is, no matter how full of strange superpowers and superhuman beings, it is actually nothing Nothing to do with her.

There is no relationship between people, and all relationships that have to be maintained are imposed.

Wen tried to smile, to get through the emptiness of the phobia, but it didn't work.

She was not disappointed either. Before doing this, Wen already knew that giving herself psychological hints and cheering up would not be of any use. She just found something for herself to do.

...and the time passed too slowly.

Wen endured it, staring idly at the strange corpse that she chopped off. The thing was black, and just looking at it made people's stomachs churn, and a stream of acid water gushed out from under their tongues.

What kind of magical creature is this? It looks so ugly. Aren't all magical creatures beautiful?

As beautiful as Zatanna, she should also be considered a descendant of magical creatures.

Wen’s impression of magical creatures is still that of elves who live in flowers, and pegasus with wings. Even demons that look evil at first glance, with horns on their heads and hooves on their feet, can also radiate evil. Charm, but this dark thing is so ugly that it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word biological.

Enduring the pain of phobia, she took out her mobile phone, tremblingly opened the small time-killing game. Although Xiaoxiaole had been uninstalled, Wen downloaded many casual games of the same type one after another.

This time she downloaded the game which required krypton gold. After a single purchase, the game is free for life for life is too conscientious, and the difficulty is adjusted very reasonably.

Krypton gold games are different. Without krypton gold, some levels would be ridiculously difficult, but it is just right for Wen.

She struggled to play the game for a while, the phobia gradually passed, and the huge sense of nothingness that was cut off from the whole world gradually eased, as if she had returned to the real world again, and she established a connection with this world again... …

……and many more.

Is Wendy awake?

"You should wake me up." Then Wen heard Wendy's voice.

A pair of feet appeared in front of my eyes, wearing black pointed leather shoes and white stockings, the ankles were tightly grasped, like twigs connected with flower buds.

The blood in Wen's eyes hadn't drained away, and that calf also looked bloody. The scene was extremely gothic.

"Why wake you up?" Wen said slowly, "You can take a good rest, I don't mind sharing your pain."

Just pay the rent.

"I don't want to share my stuff with you." Wendy snorted coldly, "Phobia is my phobia, not your phobia."

Don't you, don't others want to get rid of this kind of thing, and you still refuse to share it with others.

Wen had nothing to say: "...you are usually so uncomfortable."

"Just get used to it." Wendy said lightly, "After I get used to it, I can pretend like nothing happened."

"I think you're a bit perverted." Wen said sincerely.

Wendy said disdainfully, "So what?"

"I also think you should see a doctor."

"You are too humorous."

"If you're sick, you should treat it well. You can't endure it on your own." Wen persuaded Wendy earnestly, "Why does seeing a doctor make you so unhappy?"

"I have received medical treatment." Wendy said coolly, "It was you who didn't take the medicine on time when using your body, not me."

"..." Wen was stunned.

She touched the fluffy bag and realized that she didn't go out with that huge pill box, mainly because she didn't have this habit at all.

Wen Xin held onto the ground guiltily and wanted to get up, but after she stood up, she felt her legs were numb and soft.She gave up struggling after trying it, sat on the ground and looked at Wendy.

"Then what should we do now..." Wen asked softly, "Why don't you come?"

Wendy refused coldly and said, "I don't care, you can handle it yourself. I'm going back to rest."

She disappeared before Wen's eyes.

Wen was silent for a few minutes in the night breeze, took out his cell phone, and fell into thought about the few single-digit numbers on the address book.

... who to call?

Forget about the little spider, she has troubled the other party too many times, not to mention the fact that the little spider found out in time when she had a phobia, he even used his real identity to send her home.

Sending a lady home is a basic etiquette for a man, and Wen accepts it not too badly.

But if you're not planning to start a relationship, you shouldn't ask for help in the middle of the night.

Diana... Forget it, Diana lives in Washington, so it's embarrassing to fly her all the way here.

Wen finally called Natasha, hoping she was still in New York...or if she wasn't, maybe she had other friends in New York who could help.

As soon as the call was dialed, it was connected, and Natasha said, "Wen?"

There was a faint sound of fighting on the other side of the phone. Natasha's voice was a little trembling at first, but it soon stabilized: "What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

Wen said: "...the reason is not easy to explain at the moment, can you call someone to come pick me up?"

"Wait." Accompanied by a few men's cries of pain and the sound of falling to the ground, Natasha said neatly, "Give me your address, and I'll ask someone to pick you up."

Wen nervously revealed the address, although he knew it was unlikely, he still reminded: "Don't tell Mr. Stark about this."

"Why did he mess with you?" Natasha was immediately vigilant, "Don't pay attention to him, he doesn't speak brains at all. If he says something bad, you will treat him as farting."

"It's not Mr. Stark's problem." Wen said, "I just don't want him to know that something happened just after I met him."

"Okay," Natasha said, "I'll send Steve over right away."

...Steve? !

Wen didn't react until he hung up the phone, Steve? !Steve Wen, whom Natasha is familiar with, can only think of one. Could it be that Natasha wants Captain America to come pick her up?

Oh shit!If I had known earlier, she would have dressed more maturely!