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The next day, Dolores didn't get up until the sun was high. She wrapped her nightgown and walked down the stairs. Van Gogh followed her, yawning and saying good morning: "Morning, Natasha. Good morning, Peter."

Natasha was standing behind the kitchen counter. She raised her head to look at the sleepy girl, raised the corner of her mouth and cut off the edge of the toast: "It's getting late, it's almost noon."

Dolores rubbed her eyes and sat next to Peter. He put his arms on the bar, turned his head and asked with concern, "How is it? Have you rested?"

"I fell asleep in the dark. If Van Gogh hadn't called me, I would probably have slept until the afternoon." Van Gogh leaped onto the stage, meowing proudly, while Dolores scratched his chin, As he asked, "How is Bucky? Is he awake? Is everything okay?"

Natasha put two sandwiches on a plate and pushed them in front of them, unscrewed the lid of the milk carton and poured them two big glasses: "Don't worry, he's fine, nothing unusual. Tony and Banner are in I stayed up all night in the laboratory, just went up to catch up on sleep, the machine has been modified by the two of them, maybe you can have another brain dive in the afternoon."

The two children thanked her in a low voice and started to eat their own brunch. Dolores drank the milk in one gulp, frowned and took a big bite of the sandwich, chewing hard to mask the smell of milk.

"When is Jean coming?" she said vaguely. "Can she stay tonight? I want to sleep with her."

Natasha poured herself a glass of orange juice, sipping and squinting at the two minors drinking her own milk: "Of course, she can spend the night here, but you have to make an agreement with them not to let Charles Worry."

Dolores gave a small cheer and said happily, "We can watch a movie together!"

Peter shrugged: "I have to go home later, can you call me at the beginning of the afternoon?" Dolores nodded quickly: "Okay. Oh yes, remember to say thank you to May for me He really likes the small dried fish she fried for Van Gogh, and he finished it in one meal... To be honest, I am a little worried about his weight, do you think he seems to be getting fatter?"

Dolores walked into the kitchen with empty plates and glasses, looked at Van Gogh with uncertain eyes, opened the dishwasher and stuffed the cups and plates in, and said, "I think he needs to lose weight—"

"Meow!" Van Gogh rolled her eyes unhappily, and walked up and down on the countertop. Peter quickly picked up his plate to prevent his arrogant claws from stepping in.

Natasha leaned against the sink with a smile, and ran her hands over the back of his neck and back. The touch was soft and thick, and the delicate touch brought by the slender fluff was so full that people couldn't help itching. She looked at him sincerely. Looking at Van Gogh's cat's eyes, he said: "You feel great, really, it's nothing more comfortable."

Van Gogh immediately meowed at Dolores proudly, and took the initiative to rub against Natasha's palm.

Ouch.Natasha couldn't help laughing, she stroked him gently, and rubbed her fingers on his plump and warm body, causing Van Gogh to make a throaty sound.

"Uh...I also think that Van Gogh seems to be fat...he has grown up a lot." Peter said hesitantly, and wisely corrected his wording at the moment when the big white cat squinted and looked over. .

"It's okay, it's fine." Natasha said completely indulgently, she easily picked up the oversized big cat, and even easily turned it upside down. Meowing in her arms, she put her two paws on her shoulders without any guilt, and her fluffy face was next to Natasha's ears, rubbing back and forth coquettishly.

Natasha walked upstairs with the cat in her arms: "I have to take him up to record the data changes and see if you really gained weight."

Peter watched Van Gogh acting like a baby, and silently stuffed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth.

Any owner can have any pet, and Van Gogh really fell under the charm of Natasha just like Dolores...

Dolores looked at Natasha's relaxed back, and said firmly: "Van Gogh really can't grow any longer! He will soon surpass the smaller Samoyed." While saying this, she never I took out the frozen cat meal specially prepared by the pet nurse in the refrigerator, took out double the amount without hesitation, put it in the microwave to thaw, and then put the cat meal mixed with several kinds of fish paste and various vegetable proteins Poured into his cat bowl.

"..." Have you ever wondered how he gained weight?

Peter had nothing to say.

Van Gogh’s food is credited to the accounts of the Avengers’ daily expenses, and various pet supplies and specially hired pet caregivers are also an expense. Perhaps it is because of this that Van Gogh’s attitude towards Tony changed from ‘stupid mustache to "Humans, go away" has become "If you pay tribute to me, I can force you to lick it".

Tony especially likes to put Van Gogh in the research room. In his words: "After a lot of mental work, you need a warm plush to decompress and adjust." That's it.

In short, the entire Avengers has been dominated by Van Gogh, and the whole process is so fast that people can't react. I don't know when Thor also started to comb Van Gogh, and Hawkeye would occasionally try to give him Feed some snacks or something, the captain and Natasha like to touch the big cats that will suddenly appear near you anytime and anywhere, not to mention Banner, Peter saw him holding a copy of "How to Make You My Cat Loves You More" watched intently.

As the last high ground in the entire alliance that did not fall, Peter felt an inexplicable sense of tragedy in his heart.

If Loki had such a hand back then, what kind of alien army would he look for, and directly use magic to make cats, cats and dogs as big as horses, and these humans would be so excited that they would cry and beg for conquest, just for 5 minutes I can bury myself in the soft and fluffy stomach...

Stopping this terrible fantasy, Peter shivered, jumped down and stuffed the cups and plates into the dishwasher, and lifted the schoolbag on the sofa: "I'm leaving."

"Ah, so fast?" Dolores put the cat food on Van Gogh's food mat, and said in surprise, she rubbed her uncombed blond hair, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go wash up too Let's see you this afternoon."

She waved to Peter and watched him walk into the elevator: "See you in the afternoon."

Dolores stretched her body and went upstairs to her room, washed and changed her clothes. Thinking of going to the 40s in the afternoon, she hurriedly looked up the necessary information on the computer until Bucky came to knock on her Door.

As soon as she turned her head, she was surprised to see him standing there, the door of the room was open, Bucky was wearing a T-shirt and trousers, his expression was indifferent, his hair was tied into a small lock at the back of his head with a small black rubber band, which is rare, With her forehead and cheeks exposed, she looked less gloomy, and even looked a little handsome. At that moment, Dolores almost thought it was the Brooklyn young man she had seen in Bucky's brain before.

But when Dolores saw his iron arm, this momentary illusion disappeared.

She stood up quickly: "Bucky, come in."

Dolores walked from the desk to the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the colorful hand-woven carpet was a low but soft and comfortable Japanese beanbag sofa. All kinds of pillows were piled up all over the floor, making this area look interesting. Some very unserious lazy feelings.

Bucky walked in, and under her guidance, he nestled awkwardly into the big soft cloth. He looked a little stiff in his movements, with his hands placed on his thighs cautiously, but he was surprisingly obedient.

He looked at the girl, hesitant to speak, Dolores nestled next to him with the doll bear in her arms, adjusted a comfortable posture, and gave him an encouraging smile: "What do you have to say?" Want to talk?"

Bucky nodded, and moved his lips and tongue strangely: "I dreamed of something." His words were a little stagnant, because he always kept quiet and rarely talked to others because he lacked communication.Dolores didn't seem to notice this, and asked with a smile: "Oh? Are you dreaming? About what?"

She looked at him expectantly, trying to guide him to talk more. Of course, it would be best if her efforts were effective and reminded him of some memories.

"I dreamed... some people, cities, but they all wore different clothes than now." There was some puzzled look on his face, "I think those are very familiar."

The pictures flooded into his mind like fragments, like old newspapers stained with antiquated hues, allowing him to distinguish the present from the past, the streets, the cars, the dresses the women wore, the hats the men wore, everything With the special mark of the old days.

Dolores was overjoyed. She hadn't expected much. These were enough to surprise and encourage her.

Bucky looked gloomy: "But I can't see those clearly, I can only see these meaningless pictures."

"Oh, Bucky." Dolores stretched out her arm to hug his arm with difficulty, and leaned her head on his shoulder: "Don't say that, it's not meaningless, at least it means something to me major."

The girl tilted her head and looked into his eyes sincerely: "It's much better than I imagined. I've already prepared for you to think of nothing. That's why I'm happy."

She patted his iron arm and made a bang sound: "I promise I will work hard, and I will make you remember as soon as possible."

Bucky opened his mouth wordlessly, and his drooping long eyelashes concealed his flickering eyes: "Thank you." He said with difficulty, his stiff body gradually relaxed, and Dolores noticed this, and expressed it with a lively expression. The tone says, "Hey! Do you want to see a movie? We can watch Roman Holiday on the computer, or whatever else you want."

He nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Dolores immediately turned over and stood up, opened her laptop and put it in front of him, and started to play a movie. She specially chose an old movie that was similar to his era, just to make him feel familiar and intimate.Audrey Hepburn's beautiful face appeared on the screen, and Dolores put a soft pillow in his arms. Bucky was at a loss at first, but as the movie played, he gradually immersed himself in it, dreaming Looking at the screen, I unknowingly relaxed.

She has been carefully looking at his serious side face, those eyes are almost shining with childlike innocence, Dolores stared sadly for a long time, then silently pursed her lips and turned to look at the screen, they Sitting by the window like this, I watched the whole "Roman Holiday" seriously.