Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

He felt more relaxed than ever.

His mind was no longer in a state of confusion, echoing with endless laughter, he moved his arms and legs briskly, twisted his neck, and was surprised to find that every part of his body was intact, just As if they had never been broken, they were roughly pulled out, and then replaced with various strange metals to support their decayed body.

"How did I know this body was supposed to be supported by metal?"

And the hand he stretched out was clean and flawless, with slender fingers and a delicate palm.

He looked at himself in the mirror in amazement. In the mirror, every muscle of his body was properly distributed, healthy and full of vitality, so graceful that he could be compared with Michelangelo's statue.

Oh, there is still a big difference somewhere.

But a strong sense of disobedience bothered him. He stretched out his hand and stroked his face carefully. It was well-defined and very young. This was a look that men and women would flock to.

But the person in the mirror made him feel very strange, but also very familiar, a feeling that should be like this.

"Nice face," he sighed, "but who am I?"

He looked around, feeling even stronger, he shouldn't be in such a room.

Such a narrow room with a narrow single bed, which is difficult to turn around. There is a small square window on the ceiling, and the blue sky outside the window is so clear.

"Ha, even in my worst days, I haven't lived in a place like this for a few days." He thought to himself, and then he came to the conclusion: "I must be a very rich person, not ordinary rich, rich enough There are only a few people in the whole world who can compare with me."

Suddenly, a pair of eyes with the same color as the blue sky but tolerant like the sea flashed through my mind.

He immediately felt a burst of intense sadness, as if he had soaked his heart with the bitterest nettle juice, but the face of the person in the mirror was still calm, and no waves could be seen.

"I'm still a masochist." He tapped the palm of his left hand with his right hand.

He hastily put on the nightgown that was still on the bed, intending to investigate his surroundings.The house looked very new, the walls had just been painted, and there was no intention to conceal any traces of crime, there was no suspicious blood in the cracks in the bricks, and there were traces of sleeping on the bed, but judging from the indentations, it was undoubtedly his Own.

The only strange thing is the small window. When you get closer, you can find that it is actually a beautifully crafted lamp, and a piece of blue sky is projected on the screen of the lamp.

"It's very self-deceiving." He stroked his smooth chin.

"I locked myself in such a shabby house, wishing I could never go out, but I also installed a false sky above my head? Can you see it just by looking up?"

"What's wrong with me?" He felt a little annoyed.

He decided to leave the room and go outside, but there was no other clothes in the room except the clothes he was wearing. He smiled casually and thought to himself: "I must have done more crazy things." things, and going out in pajamas is just one of the most trivial things."

He made a basic judgment for his past self. In the past, he was a billionaire who was good at self-torture, spending money like water, and seeking excitement.

Then he laughed, "I'm not Tony Stark,"

There was no difficulty in opening the locked door. Even though he didn't have any memory now, he opened it easily according to the slight wear and tear on the combination dial. To his surprise, everything outside the house was very normal.

There are row upon row of high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, and hurried passers-by everywhere on the road. There is no mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and the ashes will not be scattered everywhere like snowflakes...

No, why did he think of such a weird scene?Normal means getting used to it. If his subconscious mind is full of nonsense, how antisocial was he before?

"Bruce Wayne was injured again due to extreme sports, and the stock price of Wayne Group fluctuated slightly again..." The light screen of the building opposite was broadcasting some financial news. He stood motionless by the side of the street, and everyone around him looked at him. The lunatic in pajamas appeared in Times Square and cast a strange look. He felt a large amount of information brushed through his mind and disappeared. He felt that he knew something, but he seemed to know nothing.

When he came back to his senses again, he found a tall and strong man in front of him bent down and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you ok?"

The man looked at him worriedly, "Where is your home, I can help you contact your family."

Even from his point of view, this man is much higher than the average aesthetic, with blond hair and blue eyes, "Oh, it would be better if he had black hair." He thought critically.

"You have beautiful eyes," he blurted out.

The man in front of him was a little embarrassed and shy, and said with difficulty: "Uh...thank you, do you need help?"

"No need." He found that rejecting others was as natural as drinking water.

"You don't look like you don't need help." The handsome man in front of him was too sincere, he thought.

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything," he replied, sweetly and innocently.

………………

"Is this a new way to strike up a conversation?" Steve Rogers aka Captain America, with his very high moral standards, had a bunch of question marks in his heart.

When Steve woke up, he found that he had been sleeping for 70 years. He thought that in this peaceful age, he could finally realize his dream of planting flowers and painting, but he was tied to the front line by S.H.I.E.L.D. The team of the Avengers, after a regular mission, once again had disagreements with the son of an old friend, and after a heated argument, they broke up again.

On the way home, I saw a young man standing helplessly in a nightgown in the square. The young man was very good-looking, with ebony black hair against his pale skin, and the bright red corners of his mouth were naturally twitched when he was not smiling. With a graceful figure and swearing by his quadruple-enhanced eyesight, this young man is a focal point in the crowd, and he gathers everyone's eyes.

It was an inexplicable impulse that attracted him to talk to the young man. After all, there were too many people in strange clothes in Times Square. He was a little overwhelmed by the opening of the new era within a few months of waking up.

It took a long time for Steve to realize that what attracted him was Bruce's aura that was out of tune with the world like him. adapt……

But that was a long time later.

But when he took the initiative to ask, this young man gave him the feeling of a young and willful version of Tony Stark, but sweeter, different from Tony's temperament beaten from the flames of war. Through the hardships of life, smooth sailing, no worries, like growing up happily in a honeypot with a teddy bear made of gold.

But when he said he didn't remember anything, it was so sweet and so sad.

Steve didn't take his words as a joke because of the young man's unscrupulous attitude. He lowered his body earnestly and asked, "What's your name? I'll take you to the police station to see if it can help you."

He looked at the man in front of him, took a step back, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and nodded stiffly, as if he couldn't bear such pure kindness.

"Bruce, just Bruce."

"Steve Rogers." Steve laughed lightheartedly.

Bruce sighed slightly in his heart: "It's really Captain America." Bruce felt that he also knew someone who was very similar to Captain America, and he also had such beautiful blue eyes, and he couldn't refuse someone with such blue eyes.

"Thank you, Captain."

Steve was slightly surprised, "Most people thought it was just a duplicate name."

"Yeah, all Americans have visited Captain America's museum since they were young, and when they meet a real person, will they sigh that the name is really similar?" Bruce smiled, "I'm not those idiots."

Steve smiled indulgently, "Not everyone will believe that a person can survive being frozen for 70 years."

"Yeah, the world is getting crazy," Bruce replied.

Bruce suddenly saw a painted clown leaning on Steve, and the clown smiled maliciously, grinning and grinning, "Bruce! My little Bruce! It's not that you think too much! It's just that the world is getting more and more crazy!"

"Yeah, 70 years ago I didn't know there were aliens, and criminals didn't have superpowers." Steve turned around, followed Bruce's line of sight, and asked hesitantly: "Bruce, What are you looking at?"

Bruce's performance reminds him of Tony, who suffers from PTSD.

Bruce looked away, "Nothing."

He had to be persuaded to go to the hospital for a physical examination, Steve thought to himself, he had seen too many comrades in the war who had hallucinations and hallucinations due to post-traumatic stress disorder, and were tortured out of shape. After the New York War, Psychiatrists were once insufficient to meet market demand.

"No information at all?" Steve asked.

"We didn't find anything, he couldn't even remember his last name, he only had one more name than John Doe."

A young guy rummaged through all the paper files and electronic files of the police station, and answered helplessly. "We really tried our best, and unless he regains his memory one day, he's John Doe.."

Steve shook his head helplessly, "Thank you for your help." Would you like to ask Tony to check it out?In any case, a person with no identity, no memory and no past is too dangerous.

Bruce lowered his eyes, as if expected, "Don't worry, Steve, I've been through more things than you think." He patted Captain America on the shoulder and said dryly.

After a lot of talking and failed to send Captain America away, Bruce was a little tired, "I'm not going anywhere, just stay here until the relevant government departments deal with it, don't act like I ran away in the blink of an eye, okay?" ?”

Steve smiled embarrassingly, and said in a tone like persuading a disobedient child: "I'm just worried that you have nowhere to go. Look, you're still in your pajamas."

Steve took off his jacket and put it on Bruce, "Wait for a while, I'll go shopping for a suit."

Bruce nodded proudly.