[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

It was past noon when I woke up.

Someone came in about halfway, a cup of fresh animal milk and simple scones were placed on the small table, and a thin layer of frost had already formed on the surface of the former.

Patricia is like a traveler who has walked a long way without taking in a drop of water, her muscles are screaming, and her stomach is numb with hunger.

She was a little tired and dazedly touched the side of the table, and poured down the animal milk that had been cold and had a strong smell. The ice slag mixed in the liquid irritated the esophagus, and she was so cold that she choked and coughed.

When she put down the glass, Patricia suddenly felt that there was a scene of deja vu, and a gentle male voice told her, "It's not good for a girl to drink something like this ice."

...It's so strange, just like the previous dream.

My mother never shied away from telling her about her father. The story between parents is not very romantic, and there are not many accidents, Romeo and Juliet and other dog blood-this atrium story is still told by the father to the mother and then the mother tells her. of.

The relationship between the two of them is more like friends, so this model where one side pursues freedom and the stars and the sea, while the other side guards order and responsibility, did not cause the two to part ways, it is more like returning to their respective positions after a relationship.

Patricia is a sensible little girl. She grew up listening to the stories of her father, the stars and the sea, and she didn't resent her father's absence. She was even happy to see Yondu in her dream.

... It's just that she didn't know why she was so sad in the dream.

With such doubts, Patricia went to find her little friend with a breakfast that was not considered breakfast.

The owner of the house was not there, and there was no smell of food overflowing from the squat house. Two small but well-prepared suitcases were piled up in the corner, which seemed to indicate that the owner was about to travel far.

From the appearance and contents of the luggage, Patricia can tell that the left side belongs to Bucky and the right side belongs to Tony.

It seems that the changes of the Titans have affected their enlistment dates, and perhaps the conscription requirements will be appropriately relaxed this season to attract more combat forces-this is not surprising.

But the girl reckons that even if the bottom line for enlistment is further lowered, Steve will not become that accident.

Thinking of this, there was a sudden sound of haystacks being pulled apart in the backyard.

Patricia raised her eyebrows, put down the food, fished out the new version of the folding knife in Tony's package, silently swung a sharp and fast knife in her hand, and approached the back door against the wall.

The rustling sound is approaching, approaching...

The girl lowered her figure and assumed a posture of attacking at any time, her eyes were calm and sharp, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity in the dark.

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

At the same moment when the blade approached and the person appeared, Patricia sensed a somewhat familiar soul wave, but the momentum would not be stopped for a while in midair, and the blue-green and scarlet eyes were in midair. They collided, and they both showed "what's the situation???" eyes.

The vigorous girl and the weak young man landed overwhelmingly, and the two rolled twice and directly hit the haystack in the backyard...

Bang!

Patricia's aura collapsed like a pile of sand: "..."

Steve's barely maintained calm expression was blown to the ground like a pile of sand collapsed by the wind: "No no no no no!"

why no?

Before Patricia could ask, the answer was displayed in front of the scattered haystacks: a tactical leather backpack stuffed in the core of the hollowed out haystack, and scattered fragments all over the ground due to the impact:

A small sword with a wooden handle polished by homemade iron and stone, a hand-painted, unexpectedly fine and accurate topographical map, a shield made of unknown materials and stitched together, a change of clothes and a small piece of cheese as dry food (it seems to be her yesterday Brought, and there are teeth marks that were pretended to be chewed on it)...

Everything is put together, pointing to a goal that is too clear: "You want to join the army?!"

Instead of joining the army, he sneaked behind the marching team and became a "non-staff" member.

Being oppressed by Patricia, Little Bean Sprouts coughed and coughed as he struggled to crawl out.

A sickly blush came over his sickly cheeks.

——To be honest, in Niflheim, weak people seldom live to this age, and those who grow up smoothly mostly have relatives/friends who care, help, and dedicate enough.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" Steve put his fingers on his lips as he tucked back the loose hay. "Don't be so loud."

He leaned against the haystack in shock, while pressing the gap with his backhand, and looked at her in fear: "Promise me, don't tell..."

The girl's eyes sparkled and she whispered, "Why didn't I think of that!"

"...Bucky and Tony."

After Steve finished the half sentence above, he let out a blank "Huh?"

Patricia: "You're right, as long as we secretly follow..."

Steve: "Us??"

Bucky and Tony, who just came back from hunting for lunch, faintly heard the sound of conversation, and pushed the door in: "You guys? You guys! What are you doing!" in a slightly excited tone.

The girl kneeling on one knee and the red-cheeked boy leaning on the haystack, the fine and fluffy hay crumbs sprinkled in the dim light of the sky, exuding the texture of the freshly dried lanugo of a newborn animal...

What kind of lingering plot is this in the mouth of bards? ——Gender version?

……

The other end of the frozen continent.

The iron hoof wiped away the flying ice chips and added bricks and tiles to the howling cold wind. The calm atmosphere was more depressing than the sky on the roof.

This army that left Titan with blood and frost has the iconic fighting strength of the Titans—their limbs, tendons, bones, blood vessels, pores...all were born for fighting.

However, they are more ferocious, more targeted, and sharper than the traditional Titan army.

Their leader, Thanos, is a diabolical and idealist through and through.

He conveyed the lofty and unique faith to all ethnic groups in the mainland, and he burned the continuous flames of war to every unyielding clan and defeated soldier;

He slaughtered, and did not slaughter;

He destroys his enemies and benefactors, and spares his benefactors or enemies;

He spread hatred and death everywhere on the land and glaciers, but his footprints never stopped, making those orphans, orphans and newly born souls look around in a daze, unable to touch the cape of the initiator...

No, not all of them.

At least the green-skinned child who was held in front of the mount by the purple-skinned Titan lunatic was the "exception" in the "all".

Half a day ago, he took her little green hand and walked to the middle of the two crowds divided by weapons and swords. Behind her were two people who were about to be executed and those who were about to gain new life and sufficient resources.

——Before that, there was no difference between them, the same poverty, famine, and dishonesty.

Thanos slaughtered her people and spread his ideas to her homeland, but before all these actions began, she was isolated from this "absolute fairness".

That child, her name is Gamora Jean Hubelle Ben.

Her surname will now end with "Titan".

But the quiet, silent, starving lucky guy didn't realize it yet.

She sat on the back of a tall and eerie black wildebeest, lowered her head to herself, and twirled a dagger with both ends with her fingertips. Thanos called softly from the top of her forehead: "mylittle (little guy)..."

The little guy looked up.

She looks like she's stuck in a daze, the human body's stress ability locks her memory before anything happens, she still hasn't figured out why she's sitting on this big horse, why she's holding a toy jeweled knife dangling from side to side .

It looks expensive.she thought so.It can be exchanged for a lot of food, saving hungry mothers and sick fathers.

It's so beautiful.

It's so beautiful.

"My...father...?"

She raised her head, and shrank into his embrace like a chick feeling the chill of autumn and winter.

The little guy's tone was dependent and innocent, and his trembling and straight spine was leaning on his wide purple palm, and he handed over his spine, neck, and all the vulnerable parts to his hands.

An indescribable, strange emotion, as small as ants moving house and as large as a star exploding, slightly disturbed the mind of Madman Titan.

Thanos blinked slowly, he didn't understand what that meant.

And then, for that brief, blinking millisecond.

The jeweled dagger pierced his chest like a knife cutting through water.

……

The splashed purple blood soaked through the little guy's green eyelids, forming full bubbles along the long black eyelashes, and then, patter, hit the drawn dagger.

It's so beautiful.

It's so beautiful.

Also really dirty.

Also really dirty.