Win Wayne

"He gave you half a month to prepare?"

After listening to Wen about the details, Tony's attitude seemed a little strange.

Wen wasn't particularly used to the situation either.

She is more used to doing whatever she wants, without considering other people's thoughts or feelings, and only cares about her own mood.No matter what she does, it is her own decision, and she does not need to tell anyone after she does something, she is used to living in her own small world like this, and never thought of deliberately breaking and changing.

But suddenly, she has a lot of people to notify.

She has a lot to say, she has a lot to explain, and a lot of people are watching her situation, waiting for her to respond.

Wen said he wanted to live in Antarctica for a few days, so Connor left for a while to figure out how to build a igloo out of ice.

Sometimes Connor really seemed too careless, leaving her alone in such a cold place, and didn't even think that she would be afraid of being alone on the glacier.

"Originally he wanted me to go back with him directly, but I refused." Wen said, "Why are you so surprised."

"Bruce is not someone who can easily accept that his plan has been disrupted. He agreed with you so easily," Tony mused, "Maybe he didn't think you would go back with him as soon as we met."

"Whatever." Wen squeezed the thermos in his hand, "That's probably the case, I've said everything I can say."

Tony sighed: "I really wish I was there."

temperature:"……"

She roughly recalled her performance at that time, and said very sincerely: "You don't want it."

"I mean seriously, who doesn't want to see such a dramatic scene."

"You really don't want it." Wen emphasized, "You don't want it."

"...Your tone made me think that maybe I really don't want to see the scene at that time, but on the other hand, I want to know more about what happened at that time."

"Nat is still on mission?" Wen asked.

"This way of diverting the topic is not very clever, but, yes, she is still on the mission." Tony said, "If you want me to say that she doesn't need to give Fury face like this, even if she is turning to the light, so what, she is now returning As a member of the United, Fury is too busy to take care of himself, and it is too late to unite internal forces, and it is impossible to play the old game of "sit idly by your difficulties and then at the critical moment, magic soldiers will descend from heaven". "

"I thought you had a good relationship with him."

"I don't have a bad relationship with Bruce," Tony said lazily. "Is it preventing me from wanting to see him?"

Wen was silent for a while with a smile on his face.

"How's Connor?" Tony asked.

"He's good, not the best, but we hit it off." Wen's voice became lighter. "I've met a lot of people, and they were better than him—but there was something unpleasant about it. , just makes me feel out of place. I think maybe it’s because I know I’m not good enough, so I can’t stand someone better.”

Tony said he couldn't understand this feeling: "You are awesome Wen."

"You say that because you like me." Wen nodded. "I know very well that you—all of you—praise me not because you know who I am, but because you believe what you see. That me."

"...I'll leave this to Connor." Tony said bitterly, "teenagers' emotions are beyond my ability."

They were silent for another moment.

Tony said, "I hang..."

Wen said quickly, "I feel bad."

"... yes."

"I feel bad," Wen said again.

Teenage emotional issues really were beyond his control, Tony thought helplessly.

"For what?" he asked.

"It's hard to say, and I don't know very well. Personally, I don't mind hurting others at all. I used to think that I was the type with a strong sense of morality, but the more I went on, the more I realized that I was not at all, I was just a majority I don’t bother to hurt others all the time, and I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Wen said, “But…”

Tony waited calmly.

"But Bruce Wayne's reaction made me feel bad," Wen said. "I'm very upset. I'm in Antarctica, it's so quiet that there's nothing but the wind, but I still feel like I'm sitting in the middle of the city. , a family of seven sat at the table next door, a young couple with five crying babies; opposite me was a construction site, a group of aliens with strange shapes were demolishing the wall with things that looked like bananas, Like building blocks; I can still smell the coffee, the ice cream, the spaghetti overturned on the floor and the heat and the sun.”

Tony was stunned in every sense of the word.

"You sound weird. It's weird. I can't imagine what that scene was like."

"Really?" Wen sighed. "It's just that I feel like I'm a mess now. I don't feel very good even if I hide in Antarctica. I always feel like I'm dying, you know, I always feel that there is something. Hunt me down everywhere."

"No, no, the weird thing is not that you are upset, the weird thing is that your description is so specific, as if you actually saw it all." Tony said, "I have goosebumps all over my body."

Wen blinked.

"I'm sorry, young lady, I'm very sorry." The young wife at the next table hurried over, blushing and handed Wen an ice cream, "I know these children are difficult, they have been arguing to go to the playground , but here we - as you can see, we have five troublemakers to take care of, and we really can't afford to take them out to play."

Wen covered the microphone with his hands, and instead of taking the ice cream she handed, he asked the young mother, "Don't you think the situation on the other side is a bit strange?"

The young mother was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"It's right across from us." Wen pointed to the group of aliens who looked like giant rhinos with his chin. "Don't you think it's abnormal for these things to appear here?"

The young mother's expression became a little forced, she smiled unnaturally, and said, "Uh, maybe, I don't quite understand what you're talking about? I mean, at least in my opinion, the opposite is just an ordinary construction site." It's just there, ma'am."

She looked at each other gently, until the young woman's flushed face began to turn pale from the fear of "did I encounter a psychopath?" She reached out to take the ice cream handed by the other party.

"Just kidding," Wen said with a smile, "a little revenge for your rowdy kids."

"...Wen? Are you listening to me? What are you doing Wen?" Tony called out through the receiver, "Answer me, you're in the cold Antarctic, it's scary!"

"I was just fascinated for a while." Wen looked at the ice cream in his hand, "I am also thinking about my state very seriously. I can only say that it is not a good thing to have too much imagination. When I went to the Stark headquarters for the first time, I also think the numbers on the elevator are alive."

"You did stare at that number for a long time," Tony said on the other end of the phone. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not good. I'm definitely not good, of course I'm not good, I'm not good." Wen tried to lick the ice cream, "Also I want to agree with what you said before, you are really completely-not good at teenagers Emotions. I'm not going to tell you that anymore, I should be talking to Nat."

"Forget my kindness!" Tony rolled his eyes angrily, "I'm dead!"

"Bye," Wen said. "By the way, just to make sure, are you married? Because, uh, you know I don't pay much attention to the news, so I might confuse your situation with some other star named Tony. "

"I thank you for telling me that you don't care about my situation anymore," Tony said loudly. "The wedding is next year! Next year! I said so! I even asked you to be a flower girl!"

"I'm too old to be a flower girl," Wen said.

"This is your answer from last time, without changing a single word." Tony said, "You are a bridesmaid, are you satisfied?"

"I see." Wen replied slowly, "But just in case I have to tell you, I will probably forget, so remember, remind me at least one month in advance."

Her response was an angry busy tone.

Wen stood there thinking aimlessly for a few minutes before deciding to eat the ice cream in his hand, whatever the hell it was, it tasted delicious.

The sweet milky fragrance wrapped her tongue, and the most amazing thing was that even though she had eaten most of it, every bite still tasted fresh and sweet.

Connor fell from mid-air, bringing with him the experience and knowledge he had memorized for building an igloo.

"Wen." He looked at her in confusion, "Why are you eating...uh, snow cubes?"

Wen looked at the ice cream in his hand.

"...it didn't taste like a snow cube," she said.

"God." Connor rushed over to hug her body, he stroked Wen's cheek, and held Wen's hands again, "You're so cold, Wen, you're as cold as snow... What the hell is going on? thing?!"

“I looked at it a bit like ice cream,” Wen said. “Given it to me by a young mother, as an apology for her rowdy kids, I thought it looked delicious…”

"But this is Antarctica, Wen. There's no young mother with her rowdy kids here." Connor squatted in front of her. "This isn't ice cream either. Throw it away, please?"

"I don't know," Wen said. "It looks like ice cream, it smells like ice cream, it feels like ice cream, it tastes like ice cream. So why isn't it ice cream?"

"...you can't have ice cream, remember, Wen, it's so cold you'll have diarrhea," Connor said.

"But it's not ice cream," Wen said.

Connor stared at her blankly.

Then he held the back of Wen's hand and swallowed the remaining snow in her hand in one breath.

"Oh." He said with disgust on his face, "It's unpalatable!"

"It's unpalatable and you still grab it." Wen touched his cheek speechlessly, "If you want to eat, I will give it to you."

Connor came over to pull Wen with a sigh: "Let's go back, Wen, it's time to go back."

"But I still want to stay and see how those aliens are going to build... They are using bananas to tear down houses. It's a rare sight, isn't it?"

Connor looked at her sideways and said, "You know it's fake, right?"