[Zhongyingmei] It's not a slime!

Ruby was very puzzled.

Why did Steve suddenly have such an attitude towards himself, even if he locked himself up, he even brought others to see him.

For as long as she can remember, Steve has been a very gentle, old father figure.

She didn't even think about what it would be like if Steve was hostile and malicious towards others, because she always thought that these two words seemed to have nothing to do with this person.

But now, she's locked up by Steve in the cozy cat bed he bought for her, listening to two people outside talking about burning herself.

But she can only watch them decide their own destiny.

And the reason for all this is that Steve suspected that he was bewitched by her.

The funny thing is, just half an hour ago, she was still glad that Steve wasn't bewitched by herself, and she finally had a real person who could be called a friend.

She is such a fool.

She saw Natasha took out a lighter and turned it around in her hand. She saw Steve open his mouth as if to say something. The voice seemed to come from far away, vaguely like Looking at flowers in the fog.

"System." Ruby said, "Do you know why I ended up in this situation?"

"Because you trust humans too much?"

"No." Ruby said, "Because Steve is too unconfident, alas. This story tells us, don't underestimate your own abilities, and don't overestimate others' abilities, just be yourself."

The system said: "...you are right."

"When you resurrect me later, remember to resurrect me in a big forest, or in a sea." Ruby said, "I want to try parasitizing on birds, or fish."

——I want to see the wide world, not be locked in a small box.

"Okay." The system said.

After Ruby finished speaking, she felt that she had regained her senses a little bit, and she heard what Steve was saying.

"Don't kill her just yet." He seemed hesitant.

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "Did you say that because you were bewitched, or did you mean it?"

Steve hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

He squatted down and looked at Ruby in the cat litter.

The little symbiont huddled into a small ball, half-closed her eyes listlessly, and noticed that after she squatted down, she seemed to want to communicate with herself, and raised her eyes, revealing a bright and beautiful jewel in her silver-white body Red, but quickly dimmed down.

"Don't be wordy, let's do it!" Ruby looked at death as if she were home, "Death early and rebirth early!"

"She seems to know her end." Natasha said, "Speaking responsibly, it's cute. It reminds me of Barton's dog's miserable appearance after being trained for dismantling the house."

"Have you ever had a pet?" Steve asked.

Natasha shrugged: "Who will take care of it?"

Steve laughed and didn't continue the topic.

"But to be honest, it's beyond my expectation that you can be bewitched by this little thing." Natasha said, "Its bewitching power doesn't seem to be that strong."

After finishing speaking, Natasha squatted down and stared at Ruby.

Ruby saw that her bewitching level slowly rose to 40%, then stopped suddenly, and then slowly dropped to 20%.

Ruby: "..."

Is this still freely regulated?What strange creatures you are all!Symbiotes don't want to lose face!

"Really?" Steve frowned.

"At least with me, her deceptive power is completely controllable," Natasha said.

Ruby: "I can attest that what she said is true."

"I can also prove it." The system said.

"But who cares?" Ruby laughed to herself.

Seeing Steve's thoughtful appearance, Natasha stood up and said, "How about this, if you are worried about being bewitched, give me the key to the cat's nest, and I will keep it for you, and then you observe If this little thing is manageable for a few days, we will discuss it again."

"..." Steve thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"Okay." He threw the key in his hand to Natasha.

Natasha grabbed it, "Don't make a face, if it doesn't work, it's just an exercise of willpower."

Steve smiled: "Thank you, Natasha."

……

After Natasha left, Steve started crossing off the calendar.

He doesn't communicate with Ruby, and occasionally just sits on the sofa and looks at the cat litter without saying a word. Every time a day passes, he will draw a cross on the calendar to calculate Ruby's remaining lifespan.

Steve was unwilling to communicate, and Ruby had no choice but to stay in the cat's bed and fall asleep. Sometimes she couldn't sleep, so she chatted with the system.

"The seven-day period is coming soon, Steve Rogers! When the symbiont returns to its place, it will be a hero in a second. Sooner or later, it will rule you dogs more than humans!"

The system emptied its mind, pretending not to hear Ruby's impotent rage.

Steve sat on the sofa, boredly changing channels with the TV remote.

He finally got control of the remote control, and he can watch the programs he wants to watch as he likes.

But why are those programs getting more and more boring one by one?

His life was plain and boring. He had always lived alone, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Until a little alien suddenly appeared in his life.

Oddly enough, the little alien had only been living with him for less than a month, but he was beginning to remember the less lonely days.

Is this bewitching?

Or simply nostalgia?

Steve looked at the five crosses on the calendar, and suddenly an idea occurred to him.

He walked up to Ruby, reached out and picked up the cat litter, opened the door and ran out.

Ruby:?

"What is he trying to do?" Ruby was very confused.

The answer was soon revealed.

Steve actually found a bank, rented a top-spec encrypted locker, and stuffed her in it!

Ruby:?

"Crazy! What is Steve going to do!" Ruby, who was stuffed into the locker, was shocked.

After finishing, Steve directly closed the door of the locker and walked away.

Ruby: ... dog man!

However, Steve's purpose could not be simpler.

He just wanted to verify whether his feelings for Ruby were caused by being bewitched, or from the bottom of his heart.

The test method is very simple, as long as Ruby is far away from himself, it will be fine.

As long as he is not by her side, her seductive power will not affect him.

After eliminating all external interference, Steve returned to his home. He took a deep breath, and while making tea, he turned on the TV and tuned to the documentary channel.

"Spring is here, everything is recovering, and the African savannah is coming to the season of mating/mating..."

Tsk tsk, even the lion has a date, and you are still single, how pitiful—if Ruby was here, she would definitely tease him in a particularly awkward tone.

Steve froze for a moment, shook his head to drive out the voice that suddenly appeared in his head, and changed the channel expressionlessly.

……

"Weather forecast, there will be severe cooling in the next three days, the lowest temperature can reach below ten degrees Fahrenheit, please keep warm..."

——Steve Steve, my body has a constant temperature. If it's really cold, you can hold me in your hand as a warm baby. Am I very sweet?

Steve sighed and switched channels.

……

"Jack! Don't! I love you! I really love you! We'll die together!"

——I'm so envious of them, woo woo woo, I'm crying to death, when will someone be willing to love me so much and give everything for me!Or, maybe there is someone worthy of me doing this!Steve Steve, do you have anyone like that?

Steve turned off the TV and lay down on the couch, covering his eyes.

There was an eerie silence in the living room save for the loud and lonely purring of the tea kettle.

Too quiet.

Too quiet.

It's so strange, obviously he was so quiet before, but he never felt so uncomfortable.

This feeling is like being pulled out of the air that human beings depend on for survival, slowly suffocating in a vacuum of dead silence, and there are bursts of dull pain in the chest.

He opened his eyes and looked at the place where the cat litter had been placed.

After Ruby finally completely left his sight, those small, inconspicuous memory fragments, which seemed to be washed away by the torrent of time at any time, rushed back like a tide.

She wanted to eat dessert, the way she whispered in his ear every day.

She lay on his head and read with him, and when she finally fell asleep, fell to the paper and woke herself up, she looked flustered.

She poked her head around when he was going to take a shower, looking like a shameless hooligan with "Let me be healthy" written all over her face.

After throwing the cookbook he bought into the trash can, she confidently taught him how to stew chicken.

When she was exercising by herself, she hummed an unknown but beautiful tune in his ear boredly.

And she threatened to tell herself a bedtime story before she went to bed, and she hasn't talked about how Snow White fell asleep by herself when she met the dwarf.

Everything is as fresh as ever.

……

The next morning, Steve puts a sixth cross on the calendar.

There is one last day.

Is it difficult for Ruby to wake up now?Is she slumped into a little piece in the kitten's litter, purring lazily?

After looking at the calendar for a long time, he walked to the sofa and opened the notebook.

He read every line carefully, paying attention to every message.

He finally found his blind spot.

The bewitching power of the symbiont comes from the desire for power of the bewitched, whether it is Viper, Red Skull, or even Natasha.

They all felt the temptation from power.

But Steve never really cared about the power that Ruby brought him from the beginning to the end.

He only felt that power was a hidden danger to some extent.

In his memories, it was more about the inconspicuous bits and pieces when Ruby lived with him, rather than the powerful force that emerged when fighting Hydra.

He turned to the last page.

"After the symbiont is separated, the host can obviously feel the weakening of its bewitching power."

However, why did he only feel that his deceptive power was getting stronger after he left?

—Because that is not demagoguery.

It is missing.

Steve suddenly closed the notebook in his hand, put on his clothes and rushed out into the bitter cold wind outside.

The author has something to say: Steve's copy is coming to an end

Ruby: Let's see who threw who into the crematorium (crooked mouth.jpg)