[Comprehensive British and American] Liaison Officer Daily

When Nunnally returned to Stark Tower from the X Academy, New York was already shrouded in night, the lights lit up the streets in the middle of the night, and the golden ties that were intertwined with the still flowing vehicles in the dark night mist .

Friday had to change to a loud and unpleasant unknown synthesizer song to make Nunnally part of her drowsiness go away. Even so, the only thing she could do on the way back was to put her hands on the steering wheel On the road, trying not to let myself fall asleep like a corpse placed in the car.

Imagine if any late-night driver wanted to breathe some fresh air while waiting for a traffic light, and poked his head out of the window to see a woman with her eyelids almost completely closed sitting with her head down in a sports car On the road, holding the steering wheel in his hand, he parked the car beside him silently like a sleeping zombie. What a terrifying late-night story this will be!

When Friday parked the car firmly downstairs of the Stark Tower, Nunnally rubbed her eyes and walked crookedly inside, not even noticing the huge steel that fell from her head.

Nunnally, who was knocked straight by the steel pillar, broke free from her drowsiness, and raised her head blankly: "...!! What happened to Stark Tower? Was it robbed? Was it attacked? "

The STARK signboard that was originally hung above the building was very conspicuous, and there was probably a little leftover light tube that was still bursting and sparking, and it looked miserable.

Nunnally is fully awake: Don't you?I just moved in and got bombed again?

She hurried into the building and got on the elevator. After pressing the top floor, she nervously stared at the numbers jumping slowly.

The elevator stopped on the penultimate floor.After the elevator door opened, it was the place where Tony lived recently.

As soon as the door opened, the noise filled my ears: "Stark, are you okay?"

"Tony, if you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up."

"Want some water, Tony?"

The huge living room was full of Chaoying, the smooth floor in the center was smashed into a huge hole by something, the tables and chairs were in a mess, broken glass was all over the ground, and occasionally a long line of blood and wounded people could be seen. Trails of drag.

Looking at the tragic situation here, Nunnally remembered that not only herself, but also the superheroes of the Avengers had their first battle together today.

With a dark face, Tony was sitting on a circular sofa that was originally used for decoration, waving his hands annoyedly, trying to drive away the superheroes who were mostly joining in the fun and watching the show: "I'm fine, you go away, don't bother me .”

Nunnally looked down at the tables, chairs, and glass waste all over the floor, and unexpectedly saw Thunderbolt standing on a one-legged chair, performing acrobatics.

She walked in inexplicably: "What's going on? What happened to Mr. Stark?"

"Everything is as usual. Aliens have invaded the earth again, and New York has been chosen as the invasion site again." Tony heard the familiar bewildered voice of the little fool, and immediately turned his face to look at Nunnally, his eyes lit up immediately, "Another great day, as always, to rebuild Stark Tower."

Tony stood up and pushed away the superheroes around him: "Let's go, let's go. Do whatever you want, don't waste your time here, I have nothing to do."

Behind them are the superheroes with post-war relaxed voices:

Thunderbolt: "Wow, the bottle of this wine is broken, so it can't be wasted. Let's drink it quickly."

Hawkeye: "That's right, Nata—oh, you've got the cups ready."

Su laughed a few times.

Captain Marvel: "Great, we still have ice here."

…………

Tony took Nunnally away from the group of noisy companions, walked to the bar in the corner, and rubbed her forehead.He walked into the bar, sat down on the high bar stool inside, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

With a bit of a sigh.

Cloud shadows were reflected on the ground through the glass windows, swaying gracefully, and the bright white moonlight shone into the hall from the broken glass, vaguely reflecting the face of the owner of the building in the moonlight.

Nunnally moved a little closer, and subconsciously clenched the white canned star that she always held in her hand.

Mr. Stark looked tired, with bruises on his cheeks and blood on his body.

She pursed her lips, feeling that there should be no casualties here in New York, and said: "I, I am a member of the X-Men, I set off for Mbandaka this morning, and I couldn't make it back terribly sorry--"

Tony interrupted Nunnally's apology: "No, you don't need to apologize. You just went and did your duty. See, you had your battles and I have mine." He drowned with his back to the moonlight face I couldn't see the expression clearly in the black shadow, "It just looks like I'm much more embarrassed than you, Nunnally."

Tony's voice was almost a whisper, anxious, sad, bewildered... and more complex emotions were entangled and mixed in this sentence, which was completely different from his usual high-spirited, free-spirited and brisk tone.

Nunnally pursed her lips. Tony's completely different appearance made her feel extraordinarily weird. A cold feeling rushed from her spine to her brain, clamoring ominous premonitions in her mind over and over again.

She could clearly see a navy blue mist covering the black mist of misfortune on Tony's chest, swallowing up the last bit of trembling and struggling misfortune, and then suddenly a hideous shadow appeared, enveloping Tony.

The white pot star was shining brightly, but none of the two people present went to take a look at it.

Nunnally's eyelashes trembled uneasily: "Are you okay, Mr. Stark?"

She tentatively stretched out her hand, put her hand on Tony's shoulder as pretending to be unintentional, and waved it slightly, the navy blue mist did not disperse at all.

"..." Tony moved his body and looked up at her slightly.

The originally shining white stars trembled a few times invisibly, and then gradually covered with a layer of faint pink again.

The inexplicable premonition that kept beating in Nunnally's heart instantly relaxed.

"...Okay, okay." After a long silence, the man on the opposite side sighed as if he had compromised, "Today's enemy threw a black sphere at the end of the battle. A, there are Old Popsicle and Hawkeye standing next to them, so I jumped up and hugged that thing—hey! Don't laugh!"

Tony probably also felt that it was very embarrassing to say that this kind of behavior resembled the old Popsicle, so he was a little uncomfortable: "That thing exploded in a second, if I hadn't been in time, everyone would have been caught. Back to the topic, When this thing exploded, the group of starmen fought and shouted what kind of mirage illusion it was, and those who inhaled the mirage could see in the illusion 'a future that is bestowed by the gods that will never arrive'..."

Nunnally saw that Tony's calm face sank again.

"I saw the mighty, overwhelming alien army flying in the universe; I saw the earth being swallowed up by an unknown mucus; I saw the unspeakable black shadow behind—"

Tony stared at Nunnally: "You have seen it too, right? You can predict which explosions and deaths will occur in this battle, and you can see the future of the X-Men. You must have seen those futures, right? ?”

He looked a little confused and irritable. If Dahei was here, he would definitely wonder if his shit-shoveling officer had been replaced by another person: "Aren't you worried? You must know that in the future we will face What kind of enemies, maybe our earth’s combined strength can’t match them, don’t you feel terrified when you see all this?”

Nunnally cringed a little from the eager questioning, she barely restrained the instinct to escape, and tried to relax her body as much as possible, trying to appear relaxed.

She really thought Tony was a little weird.Even if he saw such a future, it wouldn't make Tony's mood so abnormal, right?What's more, I knew in advance that this was an illusion.

Nunnally always felt that Tony must not have just seen this future.Since, because of her prophecy, there was no death reduction in this battle, could Tony's reaction be the cause of that "phantom mirage"?

It doesn't matter what kind of aliens brought them. New York encounters more than a dozen kinds of aliens throughout the year. It is not the first time that Stark Tower has been rebuilt. The question is, why only This time, Tony's mood is so strange?

However, what is the "future gifted by the gods"?According to Tony, this "mirage" can actually predict the future?Then why did the star people throw out such an illusion instead of keeping it for their own use?

One question after another appeared in Nunnally's unmoving mind, which made her head ache.

If this is her own problem, maybe she is the same as before when she faced her uncontrollable ability, just pretend it never happened, forget it, and let it go.But this time, the problem happened to someone else, and she couldn't slack off at all, and she felt uneasy.

Nunnally shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed as much as possible, not wanting her nervousness to aggravate Tony's anxious mood again.She subconsciously caught the white pot star back and rubbed it, until the pink star burst out of her palm with a brighter glow, and said: "Mr. Stark—"

"Tony." Tony seemed to have regained his demeanor. He waved at Nunnally, lit up a night light with a smart snap of his fingers, and began to mix drinks with ease, "You can call me Tony, I think It's been a long time. Don't call me Mr. Stark, it reminds me of those little reporters who pretend to be smart every time they press a press conference, but are actually as stupid as goldfish in a fishbowl and only spit bubbles."

He stopped the movement of his hands, and spread his hands towards Nunnally: "Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to have interrupted you, Nunnally, you go ahead. Maybe you want to have a drink too?" He raised his hand I don't know what brand of gorgeous wine bottle it is, and I signaled to Nunnally if I want to have a drink together.

Nunnally glanced at the floor in embarrassment: "Sorry, Sta—I mean, Tony. I don't know much about alcohol, and to be honest, I'd rather drink Coke." She glanced at Tony's expression as if she wasn't offended He began to seriously answer the heavy-sounding question raised by the other party at the beginning, "I can indeed see a lot in my prophecy. I made a prophecy for all Chaoying half a year ago. At that time, The ending I saw was very scary, you can ask the little spider, we were both almost scared to death, and I did a stupid thing, if you still remember, you helped me. "

Tony recalled that he and Spider-Man went to Nunnally's apartment to rescue her: "Of course, I still remember that your white hair was left at that time."

Nunnally was even more embarrassed: "Uh... yes. The final prophecy I saw at that time was that all mutants would be wiped out, and the remaining mutants would be used as experimental subjects by the government for human experiments without dignity. Justice All the heroes of the Alliance were killed by the rampant Superman, and even the fourth generation of Robin, who had just grown up, did not survive. The Superheroes of the Avengers..."

Tony sneered: "Let me guess, the thing that swallowed the earth swallowed us all together, or the group of government officials with snot in their heads started the anti-super-British plan again?"

Nunnally paused for a while, a little hesitant: "I, I'm not sure, I think this is a future that can be changed."

Tony's body leaned forward involuntarily: "Can... change?"

"That's right, I made countless predictions again, and I didn't see a single victory." Nunnally said, "But I discovered one thing."

Tony tilted his head following her words, his caramel-colored eyes looked like flowing golden-brown honey under the warm yellow night light, with seriousness and curiosity.

"...I didn't see myself in these prophecies." Nunnally couldn't help looking at Tony's big eyes and sucking at the other's long eyelashes, "So, I was thinking, since I exist now, then Is it possible for me to change these things. As it turns out, I succeeded. After Charles and the Justice League allied, they made a record of all the possible emergencies in my prophecy according to my prophecy, so I combed it again and then in the prophecy saw their own existence, and their future is no longer so..."

"Unlucky? Miserable?" Tony offered help to Nunnally who was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Uh, that's probably the case. In short, the future has indeed changed." Nunnally took the topic vaguely, "Although I haven't found out how to make everyone survive that battle, I will I've been looking for it forever. I'm sure I'll be able to find a way."

The little girl's dark eyes reflected Tony's face.Her expression was firm, not confused, nor fearful.

"I believe in Charles, I believe in everyone. There must be a way." Nunnally said, "We will change the future."