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On the way home, Dolores posted a funny selfie with Peter Ned, she stuck her tongue out in front of the camera and made silly gestures like scissorhands, and Peter held her braids under his nose to pretend that It was the beard, and Ned's face, angled just right in her scissors, was feigning horror.

All three were silly, but funny, and Dolly couldn't stop giggling when she saw the photo, and then all three posted the photo on their social accounts.

Luo: Come home! / Tongue new school and new classmates are awesome / Tao Xin / Tao Xin / Tao Xin [picture]

Not long after I posted it, there were a bunch of likes and comments——

Ellie: I knew you could do it :D, Kiss~

Liz: You are great too, I will come to your house to pet the cat :)

peter: /smiley

Ned :: DDDDD

...

Mr. F: Interesting, your friend has a big secret.

Veteran: Is it New York's new school?looks good.

Dolly replied to everyone's comments one by one, and when she saw comments from netizens far away in a foreign country, she replied suspiciously: Who?what secret?

As soon as it was sent out, Mr. F replied with a quick hand: No, I will not tell you, if you continue as usual, you will find out soon.This is as plausible as a gypsy woman who tells fortunes on the street, Dolly can only shrug her shoulders: OK, I will.

next second.

Mr. F: I hate your thin curiosity :)

I am wronged, I am clearly following your words, Dolly thought dissatisfiedly, and turned to reply to another netizen.

Lo: Yes Steve, are you in New York too, I remember you said you live in Brooklyn, maybe we can visit each other once in a while!

Veteran: Luo, don't always be so defenseless. The Internet is very dangerous. If I were a bad person, you would encounter terrible things, but there is nothing wrong with your enthusiasm. It's just that you must be more careful when communicating on the Internet. That's right.

Luo: But you still took the initiative to tell me your name and address.

Veteran: ...that's because I haven't gotten used to the rules of social networking, you know, I'm probably a bit out of date for you young people.....

Luo: Don't say that, you are a very good friend, although our age difference may be a bit big hahaha.

Veteran: Yes, you are still a child.Well, just a suggestion to you, be aware of information leaks on social networks, it's really dangerous.

Lo: I see, thanks for the advice, I'll try to be careful /Tongue out

veteran::)

As night fell, Dolly yawned, reached out and put the phone on the bedside, and then wiped away a drop of physiological tears in the corner of her eyes.

The room was quiet, Van Gogh was snoring at her feet, accompanied by the sound of the big cat purring, Dolly happily recalled everything about Midtown High School, the perfect first day, and tomorrow she will be on the school bus Met Peter and Ned, at school, you can also chat with Liz about Van Gogh, MJ is such a cool girl, so little talk, although the bangs are a bit like instant noodles...

Mr. F is really smart and scary. Is the friend he said with a secret Peter or Ned?Maybe both?Must be a big secret...

Having said that, although Mr. F is smart, he is really mean-speaking, but last time he helped me find Van Gogh through a photo, please forgive him, he is not as talkative as Steve... Shi Why is Tiff always old-fashioned? He talks like the principal of a boarding school in Boston, but the principal is over 60, and he doesn't go to the gym and beat sandbags for four hours.What does Steve do, a fitness trainer?His gym seems to be a bit broken. Looking at the photo he posted last time, he was the only one.

New York seems to be okay, but I still kind of miss my friends in Boston.

Dolores' eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally, she fell asleep peacefully.

A wonderful morning filled with the aroma of food is definitely the beginning of a perfect day. Dolores has just taken a shower, she has not changed her clothes yet, she is still wearing a shirt and nightdress, her wet blond hair is messy and twisted. She made a bun, and some restless strands of hair hung down and stuck to her smooth and white neck. A strand of hair at the corner of her forehead followed her movements and swept back and forth at the hollow of the collarbone in the open neckline, tickling. , She brushed her hair behind her ears casually, took a big sip of the hot milk on the island, and left a funny mark on her upper lip.

Bacon and eggs were fried in the pan, and the food gave off a burst of aroma. Dolly carried the milk and stepped over Van Gogh, who was circling under her feet, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bright sunlight made her feel warm for a while, She stretched her waist, looking at the passers-by downstairs as if admiring an oil painting in a frame in an art gallery.

The quiet and warm breakfast time was not over yet, just as Dolly put the well-fried and fragrant bacon omelette on the plate, carefully put on a cute smiling face, and drew its lovely red cheek with ketchup Suddenly, a loud noise exploded close at hand with the sound of glass cracking. The unsuspecting Dolores trembled from fright, and turned around quickly, looking at the place where the sound came from.

Dolores' apartment is located on the fifth floor. Her favorite place is the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, where there is plenty of sunlight all day long, so she carefully arranged the living room, beautiful knitted carpets, soft velvet cartoon pillows, Nissan's Several lazy sofas, brown wooden textured walnut coffee table, anytime and anywhere for its owner to lie crookedly, or take a nap, or comfortably nestle and read a book for a while - but through the glass grid pattern of the kitchen Pull the door, her comfort zone has been ruined.

There was a huge hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, splashed glass fragments were all over the floor, the stuffing particles filled in the broken beanbag sofa were scattered all over the floor, and the floor seemed to be smashed, not to mention the floor covering it. carpet.

A very iconic gold and red armor is lying on the coffee table that has been smashed into a pile of broken wood, crying out in pain: "God, my waist may be broken!"

Van Gogh meowed like crazy, and rushed into Dolores's arms from the corner of the living room with his tail furry.

And she stood there dumbfounded, unable to accept what she saw for a while: "My God..."

The trembling girl's voice made the culprit lying in the ruins raise his head, and he caught sight of the blonde standing at the kitchen door hugging the cat.

It's not intentional to focus on one place, but the fair-haired chick's snow-white and shapely thighs are a bit too eye-catching.

The famous billionaire and New York City specialty Iron Man Tony Stark climbed up from her tattered coffee table, the golden red armor was dazzlingly reflected by the sunlight behind him: "Good morning, girl. "He didn't seem to say this after he smashed in through the window wearing a battle armor and destroyed her living room, so relaxed and ordinary, as if they were at a party scene, and he just had a friendly slap Hello.

"My living room..." Dolores was stunned, her emerald green eyes filled with disbelief, the way she looked at Tony reminded him of some poor little animals, such as deer or rabbits of.

Tony raised his hands indifferently: "Don't worry sweetheart, I promise to restore your cute little nest to its original state."

The girl's eyes moved from him to behind him, and her expression gradually changed from shock to panic: "You, you, be careful behind you!!"

Before Dolores could finish her sentence, Tony leapt forward, steel arms tightly wrapped around her waist, a messy gunshot caused sparks flying all over, Dolly felt dizzy and confused, and there was a bang. The muffled sound, the gravel splashed, she saw the huge hole blasted in the kitchen wall from the shoulder of Tony's battle suit, her home was smashed in half, and now she is in the arms of Iron Man, with the Queen at her feet District, holding Van Gogh higher and higher and farther away.

The aftermath of the explosion made her ears ring, her brain was buzzing, and the rapidly changing scenery around her made her feel dizzy for a while. Under such circumstances, she suddenly felt her heart beating restlessly and rapidly in her chest cavity. , almost jumped out of the chest.

The soaring adrenaline made Dolores unable to choose to faint directly under the extremely uncomfortable and painful situation, but somehow, maybe it was a hallucination, her perception became extremely sharp, and she clinged to the steel suit. Her skin was painfully scratched by the cold metal, and every inch of the wounds on her exposed legs were pierced by splashed gravel or bullets, and every inch of it was so painful that no one could ignore it. Van Gogh was in her arms, sharp and sharp. His claws were firmly embedded in the flesh due to excessive tension.

Now she can even feel the position, shape and depth of the wound through the pain...

This is very unusual. Generally speaking, when a human being suffers a huge injury, the rapid surge of adrenaline will make the human body unaware of some damage, and even block part of the pain.

Dolores felt that time seemed to slow down in this wonderful pain, until Tony placed her in a safe place on the roof of a nearby building, and it took only a few tens of seconds——

But when Tony had time to take a look at her, he was almost taken aback, because the girl's face was horribly pale, but she only had some small scrapes and scratches on her legs and hands, and there was nothing life-threatening. Wound.

"Do you have heart disease?" This is the only possibility.

However, Dolores shook her head and staggered against the wall to stand firm: "I'm fine, please do what you have to do, Mr. Stark."

The ground on the roof of the building is covered with sand and gravel, and the girl's scarred feet are still bare.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Tony immediately squatted down, and quickly and skillfully blasted away a layer of sharp pebbles with the palm cannon, exposing the cement layer underneath. "Jarvis, call the nearest hospital."

Gunshots sounded vaguely in the distance again, Iron Man no longer hesitated, turned and flew to the place where the fighting was most intense.

Dolores's legs went limp, and she sat slumped on the open space, her face pale, and she didn't get better optimistically, instead, it became more and more serious soon.

Large beads of sweat slid from the forehead to the chin, forming a small wet spot on the ground.

Maybe it's because such a rare experience is too exciting. The most intense thing she has ever experienced since she was a child was riding a roller coaster in an amusement park. However, being shot by bullets and flying in the arms of Iron Man was a hundred times more exciting. What unusual changes are taking place in his body, boiling from the inside out like Mentos thrown into Coca-Cola.

The scene in front of her was constantly flickering in black and white, like a TV with poor signal reception, and snowflakes were flashing. She was obviously breathing heavily, but her lungs were squeezing the thin oxygen like a malfunctioning machine. , Throat and lungs are unbearably stinging.As if dying, she scratched her neck with her weak fingers in horror, trying to relieve it, but in vain.

It's like a hair with a heavy weight hanging on it, but it never breaks at a critical moment.I don't know how long it took, but the back of the head gradually warmed up. As the temperature rose, the oxygen that could not be absorbed before suddenly poured into the lung lobes, filling the entire chest cavity in an instant.

The warmth at the back of her head somehow slowly flowed down her cervical spine. At this moment, Dolores was like a dry tree watered by sweet springs, wrapped in water from head to toe.

A strange healing force swam gently back and forth along her cervical spine to the spine, then stopped somewhere, pushing slowly but firmly inward.

The stinging pain as fine as a needle and the deep sleepiness surged up at the same time. Dolores curled up on the cold ground, and Van Gogh's warm and fluffy body was pressed against her cheek.Soon, she fell asleep in a daze.

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Hydra's attack was caught off guard, and the location was still in a crowded area.

They were obviously aiming at Tony Stark. According to the schedule, he set off from Stark Tower in the morning and arrived in Queens half an hour later. When Happy drove out of the underpass, a man was in front of the road. He waited at the exit with a weapon on his shoulders, and when his car appeared in sight, he immediately fired a bullet without hesitation.

□□ rubbed against the wagon and splashed the gravel from the tunnel explosion. Happy dodged □□ in time, but bumped into the construction fence on the side of the road.

The sudden attack turned the scene into chaos. People screamed and abandoned their cars to flee. Many people were smashed to death or drove into one another because of fright.

After failing to succeed in one blow, the masked agent threw away the weapon in his hand, and accelerated vigorously towards Tony.

The agent's metal arm was exposed, glowing with a cold silver light, and the black mask tightly covered his face below the bridge of the nose, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his deep and indifferent empty eyes just locked on his target, and the only thing he had to do was It is to complete the task neatly and coldly.

"Happy! Run!!" Tony stood in front of the black car that was completely scrapped without looking back, aiming his palm cannon at the Winter Soldier who was rushing forward, and it became brighter and brighter as he accumulated energy.

While stumbling away from the battle scene, his distressed administrative director took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of SHIELD agent Phil Coulson for help: "Agent Phil, I'm happy, and Tony and I were attacked by nine people in Queens." Snake ambushes! They blew up an underground passage, there are many ordinary people at the scene, please come and support!"

When Phil Coulson led the SHIELD agents to the scene, as usual, the melee was over.

"Good morning gentlemen, breakfast is no longer served, if that's what you're here for." Iron Man stepped on a Hydra agent who had committed suicide by poisoning himself, while taking the time to look back pretending to be surprised. watching them.

"Go and count the casualties." Phil said to the agents behind him, and they quietly spread out along the battle scene.

Phil took off his sunglasses, as if he didn't hear Tony's sarcasm: "Good morning." A polite smirk followed.

Tony retracted his feet, and the iron suit quickly peeled off and folded as he walked. When he walked in front of Phil, he was carrying a gold and red suitcase. folds.

"It's the Winter Soldier, and some insignificant Hydra minions. Ah, thanks to the battle-hardened people of New York, they ran much faster than Happy, and the evacuation was very orderly, and no civilians died." He said. He smiled at Happy who ran out of breath from behind Phil, and handed him the battle suit.

"Happy, hey, call Pep and tell me that I was a little scared when I encountered an ambush, but don't worry, I can recover after a month of rest..." Tony's face was very serious, he After babbling seriously with his beautiful brown honey-like eyes, Happy said in disbelief: "Are you serious? Pep will kill me and go to Marbury to rip you out of the suit alive !"

The other person looked terrified: "Oh, that's true. But sometimes you just can't escape certain things, can't you?" He smiled and patted Happy on the shoulder: "I was just blown away by the Winter Soldier Wrecked a poor little girl's house and now I have sore ribs and the girl looks like she has a heart attack. My conscience drives me to soothe her disturbed mind, she might have PTSD."

Happy stood alone and helpless, and could only watch helplessly as his cunning and hateful boss slipped away with his arms around Agent Phil's shoulders. Don't take P. Potts' wrath on her poor fiancé when he's in a rage.