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Before she could finish her sentence, a loud roar suddenly came from the cruise ship, echoing on the ship, everyone heard it, and looked up blankly and terrified.

Natasha's face changed slightly, she took out her mobile phone and directly connected to the public channel: "Tony, did you leave Van Gogh behind?"

"Aw!—" The movement was like a prehistoric monster. They looked up and saw a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent turning over and falling from the fence of the cabin, and was caught by the arm of the lower floor without any risk.

A white afterimage ran back and forth on the upper floor, and Peter exclaimed at the other end: "Van Gogh?! That's right! He has been running around the cruise ship like crazy since Dolores crossed the barrier, and I can't catch it at all." Stop him, and then he doesn't know where he went, and then you came back, and I forgot about it!"

Peter felt bitter in his mouth, no doubt, when Van Gogh came back, he might be chased and beaten...

"...My God." Natasha held her forehead and let out a long sigh. It's all right now. Even if the cameras below didn't capture the image of Van Gogh, this movement will definitely add to the legendary story of last night. A touch of mystery.

She ran to the top floor with Hawkeye as if resigned to her fate, and waved back some agents who were holding guns and staring at him and hesitated. They undoubtedly made Van Gogh more irritable, and let out bursts of noise that were unlikely to come from an animal of this size. Roar.

Van Gogh's lazy cat eyes became sharp at this moment and he was obviously anxious and angry. Natasha guessed that it was because of Dolores. Although he usually showed no aggressiveness, at this moment, watching Van Gogh suddenly became Natasha still didn't approach rashly despite her animalistic appearance.

"Van Gogh? Can you recognize me?" Natasha stood ten meters away, and glanced at the people on the deck who hadn't retreated. They looked up at this scene and talked to each other, which could be seen from a distance The shock on their faces.

She still doesn't know what the consequences of Van Gogh's exposure to the public eye will be, but she has to try to calm down Van Gogh and leave here.

Van Gogh looks a little scary now, pacing back and forth anxiously, his violent cold dark green eyes look like inorganic gems, his eyes look more terrifying than real wild animals, full of oppression and threat.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent behind Natasha couldn't help raising the muzzle tremblingly under such eyes, trying to resist the urge to point forward.

But fortunately, Van Gogh didn't seem to have lost all his mind. He meowed impatiently, leaving the little rationality left to the familiar people.

"Dolly was brought back by Tony. She should go back to the Avengers Building for treatment now. Do you want to go back with us?" Natasha took a step forward, and Van Gogh suddenly grunted With a sound, the pink nose moved slightly, pacing back and forth anxiously and looking at the crowd below.

The people on the deck were discussing in a daze and nervously, and the agent in charge of the evacuation had to urge them to go down quickly, but there were still some people looking here dawdly during the process.

What was Van Gogh looking at?

Natasha frowned immediately, and followed his gaze. The most conspicuous in the crowd was the silver-haired female singer. Her messy long hair was almost glistening in the sun. Looking at it from here, even in this embarrassing appearance, she still has a star quality that stands out from the crowd, with snow skin and red lips, she is extremely beautiful, and even the owner of the cruise ship, Thomas Lulun, is very gentlemanly in her He supported her and followed the rescuers down.

There was nothing else worthy of special attention, but Natasha suddenly had an intuition that Van Gogh might have noticed something that caused him to be so manic. of.

What's on this boat?

Van Gogh quickly passed his head. He looked at Natasha and meowed again. He seemed to be much calmer than before. He stopped showing his little fangs, and ran to her feet in small steps, obediently letting go. Natasha bent down and picked him up.

Natasha saw that he was urging her to go back quickly, she stroked Van Gogh's hair like a child, and said to the agents behind her, "Let's go, it's time to withdraw."

Hawkeye strode forward with a murmur, and looked at the big cat lying on her shoulder with a slight complaint: "It's useless to feed you so many onion rings."

Van Gogh lay on Natasha's shoulder with peace of mind, showing his hairy head, and actually rolled his eyes at him.

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Tony, who had already returned to the building, did not know that Van Gogh had been exposed in full view. He landed on the top floor, and a group of medical staff rushed up to pick up Dolores and put her on the push bed.

The girl half-closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm fine, I know it myself, I'm just a little weak."

She looked at the dignified expressions of Tony and Peter, and showed a small smile: "Magic attack is not normal, it took half of my blood in one fell swoop."

Peter muttered, "You think you're playing a game..."

Dolores raised her hand and handed the necklace to Tony: "I think you will be willing to study this."

The teardrop-like pendant carried her body heat, and the thin silver chain fell into Tony's hand shining with shattering light. His brows never loosened, and he hummed in a low voice after taking the necklace.

There was obvious fatigue in Dolores' voice, as if she hadn't closed her eyes for several days and nights, she looked up at the nurse wearing a mask: "Can I sleep for a while during the examination? I'm really sleepy. "

The nurse nodded to her and said softly, "No problem, just close your eyes and rest."

Dolores smiled at her, shook her hands as if remembering something, and muttered to the two men who were following the bed, "Don't guard me, both of you, go wash up and rest, Come see me later, I'm going to sleep anyway."

Peter was extremely worried, so he stopped hesitantly, watching the girl on the bed being pushed by the medical staff to the elevator to the medical department.

He tore off his hood, shook his messy hair, looked at Tony, and then fell on the necklace: "So, this is... er, a magic item?"

Tony stared fixedly at the plain-looking necklace, and said after a while, "Maybe, after this night, I'm not so unacceptable to the existence of magic."

"...It feels like a door to a new world has been opened." Peter shivered, "I always thought that Harry Potter didn't exist."

Tony closed his palms together and clicked his tongue: "Harry Potter didn't exist in the first place."

He walked straight towards the laboratory, and said to Peter without turning his head, "Go and wash yourself, there are still makeup residues on your face, baby in pajamas."

Peter subconsciously touched his face, his fingers were immediately stained with some residual plasma paint: "Where are you going?"

"Lab!" Tony waved his back to him, and his back quickly disappeared under the stairs.

Peter quickly turned over the hood, and sure enough, he saw red rubbing against the inner lining. He felt very distressed, and asked loudly, "Uh, Mr. Stark?! Can I send the suit for dry cleaning?!"

No one responded, Peter scratched the back of his head in annoyance, staring at the unique and unique spider suit that was stained the first time he wore it, and muttered in a low voice: "Otherwise, I can rub it with my hands... .”

He returned to the room, quickly took a shower, took off the spider suit and folded it neatly on the bedside. He was about to go downstairs to the medical department, but found that everyone had returned.

They had obviously just arrived, and Natasha and Hawkeye had just stepped out of the elevator.

"Hey Peter..." Thor just raised his hand to greet him, and wanted to ask about Dolores' situation, when an afterimage suddenly sprang out from Natasha's arms, and precisely moved towards the station. Peter on the stairs ran wildly and threw him down.

Peter was immediately greeted with a barrage of furious mew-meow accusations, and a merciful slap from Cat's Paw that hid its claws.

"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry... Ow! Van Gogh! Don't bite me!"

He was beaten by Van Gogh on the ground, and the Avengers also saw that Van Gogh was just expressing dissatisfaction with being ignored, and had no intention of going up to stop him.

"I'm not the only one who forgets that you're still here..." Peter argued aggrievedly, there were two red dot marks on his chin, which were gnawed by Van Gogh.

Van Gogh let out a deep meow, and turned his sharp eyes to scan the few people who were standing by.

"...We didn't even know you were here." Thor immediately spread his hands innocently, took his hammer and walked up the stairs, planning to go back to the room to take a shower and catch up on sleep.

Steve followed, holding his original shield and pulling Peter off the floor.

"We really didn't know you were here, Van Gogh." He said helplessly.

One after another, the Avengers walked up the stairs and passed them, each one receiving the condemnation of Van Gogh's eyes.

This scene is quite weird.

Until Bucky and Banner were about to follow Hawkeye quietly upstairs, Van Gogh suddenly rushed out, slapped his paw on the floor, and firmly stopped them both.

Hawkeye immediately let out an undisguised sneer, and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

With hair like a chicken coop, Bucky maintained his handsome and cold face, lowered his eyelids to look at Van Gogh, and quickly moved away from the condemning eyes, his lips were pursed into a straight line, as if After a long time, he said dryly: "I... I'm sorry."

"Meow?——" Van Gogh elongated his voice persistently, putting on enough airs.

Bucky, like his half-similar, immediately understood what he meant, and immediately glanced at the innocent Peter next to him: "My ice cream is yours."

He said sadly, and Peter immediately exclaimed: "What? Dolly might not be able to eat this kind of..."

Van Gogh immediately turned his head and bared his teeth at him.

"Okay, I won't tell her anything," Peter said wisely.

Bucky immediately took the opportunity to walk away with big strides, and quickly hid in his room.

Banner was speechless: "I don't have any snacks, why don't you go to Barton..."

Being threatened by a cat is the scariest experience I've ever had.Dr. Banner thought so.

"Oh...do you want to order takeaway?" Finally, under the brighter and brighter gaze of Van Gogh, Banner suddenly thought to himself.

No wonder Van Gogh jumped to his desk with various steak and pizza takeaway leaflets in his mouth these days, meowing and screaming. Those leaflets were secretly taken from the staff office downstairs, and there was a handwritten address on them. .

Banner shook his head: "Tony gave your pet nutritionist a salary of [-] a month. Why are you so obsessed with human junk food?"

He really couldn't figure it out, Van Gogh's mutation direction would be so weird, a cat that loves all kinds of non-nutritious human snacks, and it's okay to eat anything...

Banner bent down and touched Van Gogh's head with a good temper: "Okay...but don't eat too much."

"Meow!" Van Gogh was happy, and he immediately rubbed Banner's palm courteously, telling him to wash up and rest.

"Fine...."

The corners of Peter's mouth twitched, and he muttered, "Mr. Big Eater, the time for house robbery is over, it's time to go see Dolly."

Van Gogh blinked at him, meowed softly like an angel, and followed him downstairs with brisk steps.