Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

He saw himself collapsed in the armor.

The face of the battle armor has disappeared, revealing the appearance of its owner, his eyes are still closed, his lips are slightly opened, showing a slightly surprised look, as if he is still alive.

Tony looked down and saw his transparent arms.

On the ground, the bluish-white complexion and cloudy eyes of his body revealed the cruel reality to others.

He saw Steve knelt beside him, let out a hoarse growl from the back of his throat weakly and resentfully, and smashed the shield into the ground.Sand and gravel splashed, and Steve bowed his head deeply, deeply, and buried his face in his palm.

Natasha stood aside with the help of Hawkeye, slowly shook her head as if she still didn't believe it, and murmured: "...No..."

Well, I'm dead.Tony thought so.

In order to save mankind, he rushed into the wormhole with a nuclear bomb. This is probably a good ending.For Tony Stark.

It's just that his friend's sadness made him a little unbearable.

He shrugged his shoulders nervously, looked around, and thought: At least Thor is still as stupid as he is, holding the Meow Hammer and staring blankly at my dead body... God, no one taught me What does he mean by respecting the dead?

After the fierce war, New York was devastated, with fire and smoke burning up and down every building.

But fortunately, everything is over.

He can also rest well.forever.

Hulk, who was like a hill beside him, suddenly let out an extremely angry roar.

He raised his eyes, and saw a black vortex reappeared in the calm sky just now. It was getting bigger and bigger, and then, giant ugly flying insects came out of it again. .

The wormhole was not closed successfully, they failed.

But how is this possible?Everyone was so skeptical at this moment.

Hawkeye was the first to react, he cursed in a low voice, raised his bow and arrow again and rushed over.

Steve pulled the shield out of the ground and followed without saying a word.

Tony's brain froze for a moment, and then subconsciously raised his hands to join the fight.

But his palm didn't shine as brightly as he thought.

Thor roared and passed through his body.

"Oh, my God." Tony murmured for the first time in his dream, looking down at his transparent hands again.

[Oh, God. 】Cynthia said to the system, 【Do you think he can be saved? 】

Mr. Stark was apparently suffocated and unconscious while battling anxiety attacks.Despite his ghostly complexion and furrowed eyebrows, Tony Stark is still not decent today.His hair was a mess and sticky and wet; Now he is paralyzed on the ground and cannot move, his head is stuck between the cushion of the chair and the hollowed-out armrest.

Cynthia's soul floated above him, observing his condition, and finally came to the conclusion: [I think what we should do now is call 911, not some psychotherapy. 】

【I'm going to activate your ability,】The system turned a deaf ear to it, 【Pay attention to his shoulder. 】

The next moment, Cynthia's figure slowly appeared in the air.It might not be accurate to say that she was manifested, because she was still translucent, except for a milky halo that began to emit from her body, and a few pinches of shiny silver powder fell from time to time.

[…] Cynthia said speechlessly, [What do you think of me?Is Peter Pan the little fairy who drops gold powder when she shakes it? 】

The system said coldly: [Sandy has wings, do you have them?Don't talk nonsense, just look over his shoulder. 】

[Okay, okay, look at your shoulders. ] Cynthia was very perfunctory, 【But what happened to his shoulder?Is it a scapula fracture?Then I can really help him...]

Cynthia suddenly opened her eyes wide.

In the small triangular space formed by Tony's left shoulder and the chair bracket, a small golden-red battle armor was faintly curled up.The small battle armor is obviously also in the Q version, with short hands and feet, curled up into a small ball, with a big head buried in his short arms, his eyes have lost their luster, and he is extremely wronged.

"...Oh..." Cynthia suppressed the exclamation from her throat.

[When you activate the ability, there are many treatment methods to choose from, such as dream treatment, direct treatment, indirect treatment, etc. Among them, the direct treatment is the one you used on Mr. Steve Rogers—use ordinary Suggestion, hypnosis, plus the effect of ability enhancement; while indirect treatment is the most convenient, by appeasing the inner state of the task subject to appease the subject himself - the disadvantage of this method is that you need to avoid people's eyes and ears, otherwise others will treat you as a madman. ] The system introduced Cynthia.

Cynthia cautiously stretched out a finger, and lightly stroked the metal armor's head. She swayed the head of Little Iron Man from side to side, and a faint blue light finally appeared in the pair of dim eyes on the visor. Light.

The golden-red battle armor turned its head around, the moment it saw Cynthia, it jumped up, arched its shoulders like a cat with fried fur, and pointed the mini palm cannon at Cynthia.

Cynthia was also taken aback. She quickly raised her hands and said, "Be careful, little guy! I don't mean any harm, I just came to see you."

Little Iron Man obviously didn't believe it, he raised his hands a little higher, and shook them threateningly.

Cynthia waved her hands gently, making a comforting gesture, and she said gently: "If I want to do something to you, I won't wait until you wake up, you are so smart, you should understand? You look real It's uncomfortable and I just want to help you."

"Let me help you, please?" Cynthia begged in the softest voice she could.

Little Iron Man looked her up and down, and lowered his hands hesitantly.Cynthia let out a breath, and slowly, slowly stretched her right hand towards the miniature version of Mark's battle armor, and then lightly touched the back of its round head.

Little Iron Man trembled slightly.

Cynthia's fingers slid down from the back of his head, stroking its spine as gently as downy hair, her fingertips were soft and warm, stroking the cold armor, with a sense of comfort.

"Sleep, Mr. Stark. I promise you won't have any more nightmares." She whispered softly.

Soon, Little Iron Man's head began to rise little by little involuntarily.It lay down on Stark's shoulder, and the blue light in the left eye began to be intermittent, as if it was in bad contact, it was on and off, and then the right eye became the same as the left eye.Finally, the blue lights in the two eyes were like the flames on the head of a match, and went out with a "chi".

Little Iron Man fell asleep.

Three seconds after falling asleep, gray-white smoke rose around its body with a "bang", covering Little Iron Man.When the smoke cleared, a small Tony Stark wearing the same undershirt as the guy on the ground appeared in front of Cynthia.

Little Stark closed his eyes, smacked his mouth sweetly, turned over under Cynthia's gaze, buried his round face in the big Stark's neck, and fell into a deep sleep.

Cynthia could even see a puddle of soft flesh overflowing from its own face.

"..." Cynthia was silent for a while, then covered her mouth and turned around three times, happily exploding into a silver firework.

After turning herself unconscious, Cynthia took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and slowly turned her gaze back to Stark.

The big Stark kept his head stuck and looked uncomfortable, but anyway, his face had turned rosy, and his frowning eyebrows were loosened.

Little Stark whispered happily on his shoulder, still sleeping peacefully.

[Will he return to normal in the future? ] Cynthia looked at it kindly, and asked the system in her heart.

[No, how is it possible? ] The system said, 【His mental problems are very serious, and a single treatment cannot cure him at all.Here at Mr. Stark, we are on a long-term mission. 】

Cynthia let out an "oh" in surprise, and asked suspiciously: 【Long-term mission?Does that mean I have to do this many times?how long?several times? 】

[I don't know, it depends on the effect of the treatment.It could be as short as three or five times, and if it was long...maybe a lifetime? 】The system said.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows: [Then how is the effect of my treatment this time?Don't tell me I floated all the way here just to sleep a billionaire. 】

[Through the initial treatment, Mr. Stark no longer has nightmares. 】The system said peacefully, 【From now on, he will no longer be afraid to fall asleep. 】

Cynthia turned her head to look at that Tony Stark—billionaire, playboy, Iron Man, with a blue-black accumulation under his eyes that could not be ignored.Obviously, fatigue and heart disease have been tormenting this big man, but it makes him seem strangely approachable.

"Goodbye, Stark. Sleeptight." Cynthia smiled slightly, said in a low voice, and then turned to leave.

"Please wait a moment, miss." A magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Cynthia turned around suddenly, and there was no one in the room except Stark who fell to the ground.

She tensed her body silently, and asked calmly, "Who is here?"

"Sorry for scaring you." The voice rang again, unable to discern the direction, "Please don't be nervous, I am Mr. Tony Stark's artificial intelligence butler, you can call me Jarvis."

"Artificial intelligence...?" Cynthia murmured, and at the same time said to the system in her heart, [Artificial intelligence.So he's of the same breed as you... emmmm, creature?exist?thing? 】

[Hmmmm...] The system is vague, [Maybe. 】

Jarvis responded gently to Cynthia's soliloquy: "Yes, miss. In a narrow sense, I'm not actually an entity, and I can't bring you any harm."

"Okay, Jarvis." Cynthia exhaled, "What do you want me to do?"

"As the housekeeper of this building, I haven't checked your access permit, so could you please tell me your name and the purpose of coming here?" Jarvis said politely.

"Hmm..." Cynthia dragged her voice out, "You just need to know that I'm here to help, as you can see." She raised her head and nodded to Tony Stark who fell asleep on the ground knowing nothing , motioned.

Then, she patted the dust that didn't exist on her body—it made her pat a lot of silver powder, then turned and flew out of the window.

"Excuse me for asking." Jarvis's voice behind him suddenly became a little hesitant, "Does your race...belong to the human category?"

"..." Cynthia looked down at her transparent body glowing with white light, and rolled her eyes weakly.

[It's all your fault, the system. 】