bat baby

Jing Mo was drowsy in Tony's arms, but he was struggling with himself, no matter what Tony said, he refused to close his eyes and go to sleep.

Natasha sat on the sidelines and watched the joke, turning a blind eye to her comrades asking for help.

Jing Mo's head ached, and he lay in Tony's arms and cried.

"Baby, go to sleep if you're sleepy." Tony couldn't understand the little baby's obsession at all.

Jing Mobo's big eyes were lost, and he still shook his head stubbornly: "Don't sleep, I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Natasha gently kissed Jing Mo's forehead and asked softly.

She felt that Jing Mo would not say that she was afraid for no reason.

Jing Mo shook his head: "I don't know, I'm afraid of the outside world."

The little finger pointed to the dark night sky outside.

"Baby, you have to know that this is the 31st floor, a few hundred meters above the ground, nothing to be afraid of."

Tony stood up and walked around with the little fat man in his arms.

Jing Mo lay in Tony's arms and shook his head: "No, yellow eyes."

Only then did Tony pay attention: "Yellow eyes? Where are the yellow eyes? Old Jia."

The loyal smart butler replied truthfully: "There is nothing outside sir. Two hours ago, the young master Jingmo thought there was something outside, but after scanning, no life or smart objects were found."

Tony has always been cautious. After he experienced seeing the souls of his parents and the mysterious power from the East, he fell into a cycle of wanting to know and being scruples about the world.

"It looks like my research is going to continue again." Tony handed the Jingmo baby to the captain: "I will leave the baby to you to take care of the captain."

Tony entered the studio, and it was estimated that it would be all night again, and Steve returned to the room with a sobbing Jingmo in his arms.

Putting Jingmo on the bed, Jingmo rolled over, and the pajamas on his body were rolled up, revealing Tony's belly of the same style.

Steve stretched out his finger and poked it, and Jing Mo rolled over with a smile and hid under the quilt.

The quilt opened a small slit, and Jing Mo peeked at him from inside, and when he saw the other party looking over, he "giggled" and closed the quilt.

Steve's heart is full of softness, this is the laughter they couldn't hear at that time, innocent and carefree.

If only Bucky was here.

Thinking of Bucky, Steve and Jing Mo stopped playing.

Jing Mo crawled out of the quilt and looked at Steve's head tilted in bewilderment.

Steve felt the softness in his hands and lowered his head in a daze.

Jing Mo held Steve's hand and put it on his stomach: "Uncle is not sad, Mo Mo let you touch it."

The pain in Steve's eyes gradually faded away, and the blue and tolerant eyes like the sea floated tenderly. He gently hugged Jingmo in his arms, as if he was holding the whole world, imitating Natasha and Tony on Jingmo's forehead. Branded a kiss: "Thank you."

Jing Mo smiled like an angel, he didn't know why his uncle was sad, but he wanted to make him happy.

The night was getting dark, and Jing Mo's little head was moving bit by bit, Steve softly persuaded: "Mo Mo, go to sleep, Uncle Steve is watching over you."

Jing Mo shook his head stubbornly: "I want to protect uncle."

Steve was so distressed that he wanted to persuade him again, when he heard the baby in his arms snoring slightly.

Steve: "...well, baby."

He chuckled, covered the baby with a quilt considerately, and then lay down, the baby rolled into his arms like a small fireball, his small face rubbed against his chest muscles, and his mouth "clicked" and fell asleep.

Steve also remained vigilant in his sleep, and picked up the shield with one hand the moment Jing Mo woke up.

"Wow!" Jing Mo woke up crying, unable to calm down the broken emotions, no matter what Steve asked, Jing Mo just cried, and the three-year-old baby was frightened and kept crying.

Steve had no choice but to ask the smart butler who was always on call to wake up others.

Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, softly comforting the collapsed Jingmo, while Tony, Banner and Hawkeye surrounded Steve to ask about the situation.

"I was sleeping well, but he suddenly started crying, and asked him nothing but yellow eyes."

Tony frowned, yellow eyes was not the first time Jingmo said tonight, he asked Lao Jia to check on the Internet, but there was no information.

What the hell are yellow eyes?

There are too many yellow eyes on this earth. Other animals such as snakes and cats may have yellow eyes. What is it that can scare Jingmo into such yellow eyes?

Jing Mo is not afraid when he sees a ghost. Usually, things can’t scare him like this. So what is it?

Jing Mo kept crying, no one could coax her.

Tony had no choice but to call Bruce Wayne.

In the video, Jingmo saw Bruce crying even harder.

"Dad! Don't look at Dad! Don't want Dad!" Jing Mo cried, his tone was not rejection, but fear.

What is he afraid of?Tony couldn't figure it out.

"What are you afraid of?" Tony took Jingmo out of Natasha's arms.

Jing Mo tried to hug Tony with his small hands, but his uncle Tony was not as loving as usual at the moment.

"Yellow eyes." Jing Mo repeated again.

"What yellow eyes?" Tony asked.

Jing Mo cried with tears all over his face, coughed and shook his head: "I don't know, yellow eyes, fire."

"What fire?"

"Woooo... I don't know, uncle, I'm afraid." Jing Mo's big tears rolled down his cheeks: "Father is on fire, I'm afraid."

Bruce frowned at the other end of the video, but still comforted his son: "No, Dad won't catch fire. Dad's armor is fireproof. Don't cry, don't be afraid."

Jing Mo rubbed his eyes, wiped his tears, and looked at the projection in mid-air with his big red eyes: "Really?"

"Of course." Batman, who was always hurt, lied without drafting: "Don't worry, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Jing Mo nodded obediently, but still held on to Tony's clothes with lingering fear: "What about Uncle Tony? Aunt Natasha, Uncle Steve, Uncle Banner and Uncle Clinton, will you all be okay?"

"Of course, baby." Tony felt that the reactor in his chest was about to melt, and his voice was soft and sweet: "I promise you, baby."

Branded a kiss symbolizing an oath on Jingmo's forehead.

The others gave Jing Mo a promise and a kiss, and the little baby calmed down. He looked at the crowd again: "Make sure, it's done."

Tony laughed, and he patted Jingmo's head: "I assure you, baby."

In the park not far from the Avengers Building, a black car was parked, and two men in black suits were biting sandwiches and observing the towering building.

"Uncle..." Jing Mo murmured as he fell asleep again.

Tony covered him with a quilt: "Yellow eyes and fire..."

Natasha felt as if she had heard these two things somewhere, but there was always a layer of veil in her brain, and she just couldn't see what it was.