Win Wayne

Just as Tony couldn't understand Natasha's mother-chicken mentality when she treated Wen, Natasha also didn't understand why Tony could feel so relieved about Wen.

He had a completely different attitude towards Peter.

It's as if Peter, who is physically and mentally healthy, except for some minor problems of ordinary teenagers eager for success, needs more careful care than Wen, who is mentally unstable, suspected of dual personality, and has a serious tendency to self-destruct.

"You seem to dislike Wen a little bit," Natasha said.

"Why do you think so?" Tony was very surprised. "I hit it off with her, it's hard to see? I also helped her hide that guy from Bruce—it's not just because I want to see the show!"

"She's under a lot of pressure, I can feel it," Natasha said in a low voice. "Wen doesn't need a friend she can hit it off with, that's not what she needs most. What she needs most is focused, wholehearted love."

"This is something she has to get through on her own, no one can help her." Tony said calmly, "On the contrary, I think your excessive concern has put a lot of pressure on her... As for concentration, I think Connor is fine. "

He made a lot of sense, but it only made Natasha more dissatisfied.

She gritted her teeth and hung up the phone, and began to worry about how to clarify the situation with Wonder Woman next—she also knew the speculation from Zhenglian. They guessed that many things about Wen's memory were false, and she herself was The product of the experiment.

This is ridiculous.

Wen is definitely not a product of experimentation, her situation is more like, at least Natasha prefers to describe Wen's state as a little crazy.She thinks that Wen may be hallucinating, that she may have some problems with her memory, her cognitive abilities, her mood swings, and Natasha admits that in these areas, Wen is not very close to the broad sense of what ordinary people have. "Normal".

But what Wen has experienced and learned, the melancholy eyes she has when she narrates her family life, the deep-rooted Gotham marks on her body, those can never come from brainwashing.

Natasha knows what it's like to be someone who's been brainwashed into thinking that the memories they've been given are facts.

She knew what a mentally ill person would look like after being brainwashed.

Most of the time, advanced technologies will bring admiration and cheers, but some advanced technologies are always used first to destroy human body and will.

Natasha thinks this is a thankful fact-all the existing technologies for instilling memory and brainwashing are not enough to achieve the level of real ones.

What Wen was experiencing was real, and it wasn't like she was in a state of being brainwashed into thinking those things really happened.

What Wen showed was more like that after brainwashing and similar means, she took everything that was real in the past as a false illusion.This illusion allowed her to speak from the perspective of the party involved and a bystander at the same time, and it also effectively protected her.

Maybe it has something to do with the "dual personality" situation.

Whatever the facts, Natasha knew she had to get busy.

Iceland, Cape Lateral cliffs.

Wen cautiously stood on the boundary line and looked down. Connor supported her waist to prevent her from falling from the height.

"This is where you want me to come? Not to knock you down, but I like the waterfall we went to last time better." Wen said, "It looks beautiful from a distance, cliffs, different kinds of birds... …It's pretty spectacular, I'll admit it. But the closer it gets, the shit and the feathers all over the place, I can feel my airways itching."

She carefully avoided the dry patch at her feet, trying not to imagine what it was.

"It's still worth watching." Connor pinched Wen's waist and said, and he scratched, "Isn't it?"

Wen agreed: "You're right—don't tickle me, I don't like it."

Connor let go of his fingers bored, and said, "You asked why I didn't take you to the cliff to see the aurora, and that's the reason. Places suitable for birds are usually not suitable for humans, and it's enough to appreciate them from a distance."

"The closer you lean, the easier it is to find that it's not as beautiful as it looks." Wen sighed, "It's such a simple truth, and I understand it, but I often forget these simple truths."

She opened her arms to Connor, and Connor immediately picked her up.

When he flew up, Wen tilted his head and looked down. The green grass was mixed with brightly colored birds. They flapped their wings on the ground, and cleaned the base of their wings with their beaks, which were painted with a big red patch on the top. Or tilt your head and look at her alertly.

——After a few seconds, as if they had seen enough of this flying creature that didn't look like a bird, they turned their attention back to their side, jumped and glided to the other side to snatch food from the same kind.

Wen sneezed.

"Are you cold?" Connor asked lightly.

His voice was still firm in the wind, as if he felt that Wen was getting cold, he hugged Wen tighter.

"Are you worried about falling when you fly like this?" Wen Buda asked.

"Are you worried about falling suddenly when you're walking?" Connor asked back with another question.

"Yes, but what I mean is, when you're flying, do you worry that you're going to stop flying? You're still in the air, but all of a sudden you're not going to fly, and gravity is working on you again." Wen said, "Are you worried about this happening?"

"No," Connor said without hesitation, "but you sound like you're kind of—expecting this to happen."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Wen smiled. "If I worry about something for too long, I will feel that it would be better if some bad things that I imagined might happen. It's better than this thing. Better not happen."

"And then?" Connor was quite interested, "You've been waiting for something bad to happen, and assuming it actually happens, what would you do?"

"I'll breathe a sigh of relief."

"Hmm. Then?"

"There's no second and then. I don't worry about another bad thing for a long time after one bad thing happens. It gives me a period of psychological safety, and when that safety period passes, I start worrying. other bad things."

"Are you worried about whether I will fly and suddenly be unable to fly?"

"No. I'm not worried," Wen said. "I'm telling you what I think and how I feel."

Connor thought for a moment.

"So, you're worrying right now that you don't have anything to worry about?" he said.

"My God." I can't help but say, "I like talking to you."

What she liked most was that Connor could understand what she was thinking.

"I also like to hear you say that your thinking is very different from other people." Connor's smile came over clearly, "You are a little neurotic. I like your neurotic. Maybe I like you because I like you neurotic."

"No, you are not."

"Then maybe I like you because of your neuroticism." Connor said lightly, "The gap between the two is not that big for me."

"I don't think so much." Wen shrinks into his arms, "You don't look like someone who thinks so much."

"I only started thinking about it when you asked," Connor said, "but I'm still a little curious why you only feel, how should I say—safe when you have something to worry about?"

Wen thought about it seriously: "Let's put it this way, my health is not very good, you should be able to see it."

"I think your physical strength is much higher than that of normal humans. The big scratch on your foot healed in just one day."

"It can only be said that my self-healing ability is very strong. In fact, my body is very fragile and easily injured."

"Oh," Connor said, "you're all about the same level of vulnerability in my opinion."

"Half-Kryptonian." Wen laughed until the cold wind poured down his throat, "Now I know why your attitude towards me is so ordinary - other people are always overly careful when facing me."

"Are you bored?" Connor said, "Or enjoy the attention?"

"You're talking about exactly the same thing," Wen replied.

They flew peacefully, Wen covered his mouth and nose to avoid the moisture of the cloud, Connor's black jacket was warmed by her body heat, and this jacket reminded her of her second brother.

When she thinks of her second brother, she thinks of Gotham.

When thinking of Gotham, she began to get nervous about the "family" that existed in this world.

"It's because of habit." Wen said, "I'm used to facing all kinds of difficulties. For me, life is full of insecure factors and unexpected situations. In other words, my life is basically composed of these. .”

"I have the same feeling." Connor replied, "It seems that the two of us are in the same situation, so I ran to a place like Iceland... No one means no trouble, I can calmly think about what I want to do What choice."

"You still have options," Wen sighed, "and I don't. The best I can do is avoid them temporarily, which is why I came to Iceland."

But the fact is that even if she came to Iceland, she couldn't escape, because she couldn't avoid Wendy.

It is impossible for her to avoid this body.

"Hey, don't be so low, Wen, I can only choose what I can choose," Connor said, letting Wen stand firmly on the ground, "What I can't choose is my identity, and my identity is the trouble." root."

"Are you comforting me?"

"At first I wanted to comfort you, but then I realized that my troubles are no less than yours, so—do you want hot chocolate?"

Wen looked at Connor.

She smiled.

"Add a little marshmallow," Wen said. "I don't like the taste too sweet, but I like the texture of the marshmallow melting."

"If you think it's too much, you can give it to me. I'll be right back." Connor kissed her lips, "I made you some toys, you can try them while you're waiting for me."

After he flew away, Wen walked around the yard, and soon found that there was a beautiful rotating slide built on the big tree in the yard. It was made of pure wood and was as high as a two-story building.

Below the slide is a simple seesaw, and at the top is a small platform that can accommodate three or four people sitting around, with an astronomical telescope placed on it.

She climbed up the ladder, fiddled with the astronomical telescope, and turned her attention to the rotating slide and seesaw.

Oh shit.I look like someone who would love this kid's toy?

Wen sat down on the edge of the slide with a little amusement, put his feet on the slope, and shifted his weight there.She tried to relax slowly and moved forward, but she was brought down suddenly before she was mentally prepared.

She stopped herself firmly before reaching the ground.

temperature:"……"

Oh shit.

She stared at the rotating slide solemnly, her mood extremely delicate.

Why is a childish children's toy... so much fun?