Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia let Wuny use its strange powers to lull herself to sleep again.

She felt that this wave was not a loss if she exchanged an unsatisfactory dream for a good night's sleep.

However, early the next morning, she got out of the white and soft quilt, recalled the dream of yesterday, and then blushed.

Cynthia: [You you you you you...! 】

Wu Ni: [? 】

Cynthia complained: [You drive!The wheel is on my face! 】

Wu Ni: […]

Wu Ni: 【This is your own memory, I said I can't control it!Moreover, it's just a memory, and I didn't make it up. If you want to drive, you should drive first! 】

Cynthia rubbed her hot cheeks, calmed down a bit, got up and washed her face with cold water.

After tidying up, getting dressed, and walking into the hall.

The lighting of the Fulian Building is very good, and the windows are all panoramic floor-to-ceiling. The morning sun is gentle and bright, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Cynthia sighed in satisfaction, walked around the corner, and saw James and Steve sitting on the sofa at a glance.

The hall was unusually quiet today. The guys who usually chat, drink and play games here are all gone. Sol has returned to Asgard, and Tony doesn't know why he hasn't come out yet.

Only James and Steve, two centenarians, sat at the table facing each other drinking coffee, chatting without saying a word.

Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads, and Steve smiled in surprise.

"Cynthia!" he said, "I didn't know you were back!"

"What, didn't the little puppet tell you?" Cynthia said casually, and went to the bar to get a cup of coffee, "Where is Tony? I came back last night, so it stands to reason that he should be the first one to find out, right? "

"Hmm..." Steve also frowned suspiciously, "Jarvis told me that he didn't rest all day yesterday, and I didn't know what he was doing, so he locked himself in the studio and couldn't come out."

He paused and said worriedly: "This is very similar to his state after the New York War. I'm afraid he..."

"Mr. Rogers."

Jarvis's calm voice sounded.

"It is true that something unexpected happened yesterday, so Mr. had to extend his working hours. Now he is asleep in the bedroom, and he asked me to bring these words before going to bed, and tell you not to worry."

Cynthia smiled.

"I'm afraid he wasn't quite so polite in his words?" she quipped.

There was also a hint of a smile in Jarvis's voice: "It's also part of my job to help Mr. convey his original meaning better."

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, little puppet." Cynthia yelled, and James, who seemed to be in a good mood, turned to look at her, "How is it? Do you feel like going back to the past?"

James lowered his head and thought for a while in silence: "I don't know, I feel... I still need a little time to get used to it."

"Slow down, let it be. Anyway, you are you anyway." Cynthia walked to him and patted his arm.

Steve looked at them with a smile, and suddenly suggested: "Since everyone is fine today, why not go out and have a look together?"

Both Cynthia and James turned to look at him.

Steve rubbed his neck with some embarrassment: "Uh, I mean...Bucky and I are not very familiar with the current city life, we can...you know, to find out..."

"Okay," Cynthia looked at him approvingly, "I agree, where's the little puppet?"

James lowered his eyes, dawdled for a while, and whispered: "...I don't care."

"Excellent." Cynthia looked at Steve. "Where are you going, Captain?"

"Well…………"

Steve was lost in thought.

Cynthia also thought about it for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"Why don't we go to the Captain America Memorial?"

Steve was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with both laughter and laughter: "Cynthia..."

"Can't you?" Cynthia looked up at him, "I haven't been to your memorial hall yet, I want to see what it looks like inside."

After a pause, she said again: "There is still a young puppet, there must be something in it too? Oh my god, I can't wait any longer."

James hesitated to speak: "..."

New York, Captain America Memorial.

The three of them, wearing three peaked caps that covered their faces, were moving surreptitiously, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

It was the weekend, and there were not many people in the memorial hall, but it was very quiet. Everyone who came here seemed to be infected by the solemn atmosphere in the museum, and consciously lowered the volume.

Cynthia leaned in front of the display cabinet and suppressed her voice in amazement: "Wow—little puppet, look, it's you!"

She turned her head and widened her eyes: "You were so tender and cute when you were young! And why do you feel so bad?"

In the display cabinet is a black-and-white photo of Sergeant James 183 Barnes. In the photo, James in military uniform smiles at the camera, looking flirtatious and playful.

James took a look: "..."

He lowered the brim of his hat even lower.

Steve on the side couldn't help laughing, and said with some evil intentions: "Oh, hey, it's this photo. Back then, all the girls in Brooklyn were rushing to get this photo. Do you remember, Bucky? "

James punched him on the shoulder.

Cynthia looked him up in surprise, and teased: "Oh—look, here comes the charming boy. Favorite of the Brooklyn girls, huh?"

James called her in a low voice in embarrassment: "Cynthia..."

"Actually," Steve stifled a laugh, "he was called the 'Prince of Brooklyn' back then."

Cynthia: "My God, the little puppet—"

James glared at Steve viciously, and began to read the display board next to him: "Steve 183 Rogers, Captain America. Before the serum injection, he was 55 feet tall and weighed 108 pounds. He suffered from scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, high blood pressure, and heart disease. ..."

Cynthia: "Wait, what?! The captain was as tall as me before?? Is there a picture? Let me see!"

Steve: "..."

Steve: "...Bucky!"

As the setting sun sank to the west, the three of them came out of the memorial hall, fighting all the way.

Cynthia tugged on James' arm and couldn't help laughing: "...Oh, my God, this is so funny. I dare say that few people in the world can have such fun-visiting yourself when you are alive Memorial Hall, haha!"

Steve blushed: "Cynthia, please forgive me..."

"Why? How fun."

In the evening, there were not many pedestrians on the street. Cynthia took a few steps forward, took off her hat and put it in her arms, and looked at them.She smiled backlit, her platinum blonde hair was warm and dazzling under the setting sun.

James looked at her for a while, suddenly smiled, and said, "You can also experience this kind of fun. You also have a memorial in Gotham."

Cynthia looked at him in shock.

"Little puppet, you have changed." She complained.

Steve shook his head dumbfounded, and was about to speak when a burst of music suddenly came from his pocket.

All three stopped.

Steve took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it awkwardly for a while, finally got through the phone, and then put the mobile phone to his ear with the speakerphone turned on: "...how are you?"

"Hi, Captain." Tony's voice came from the other end, "How are you playing? Is it interesting to visit your own memorial hall?"

"It's you, Tony." Steve relaxes a bit.

"...how many times do I have to say it before you remember that the smartphone will display the caller's name on the screen?" Tony said wordlessly.

Steve touched his nose: "...so, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Tony said. "Just wanted to ask when you'll be back. I have something to discuss with Cynthia. —And, Captain. Snatched me in my sleep, huh?"

"I didn't 'abduct' anyone. Besides, since when did Cynthia belong to you?" Steve Soul asked, "She's a psychiatrist for the Alliance."

"I met her first." Tony objected.

"I met her within an hour of her resurrection." Steve explained the facts calmly.

Tony: "She treated me first."

Cynthia couldn't help interjecting: "Can you discuss something more nutritious?"

Steve: "..."

"Oh, hey! Cynthia!" Tony greeted her from the other end. "When will you be back in the mansion?"

"We're on our way, and we'll be there soon," said Cynthia.

Tony: "Great. Because I want to throw a party or something in the mansion, and you'll miss it if you're late."

"??" Cynthia asked confused, "Party? Why are you holding a party?"

Tony's voice was a little distorted on the phone: "You know, celebrating your return to Earth, celebrating the alliance's mention of a psychiatrist, celebrating another old popsicle in the world...whatever."

He said, paused.

"Of course, I have to tell you something at the party."

"What's the matter?" Cynthia asked.

"I'm going to hold a press conference tomorrow," Tony said, "tell the reporters about your resurrection."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia: "What??????"

Cynthia dashed back to the Avengers Tower.

If it weren't for Captain America and the Winter Soldier to stop her, she might have to perform an out-of-body performance on the street.

Tony leaned against the bar in the lobby, waiting for her with his arms folded.

Cynthia strode up to him, and said to him in disbelief: "Are you crazy, Tony? Are you sleepy??"

"No." Tony said calmly. "In fact, it's because I didn't wake up until now that I want to tell you about it."

Cynthia barely calmed down.

"Tell me your reason," she said.

"From the early hours of yesterday to the evening, I have been busy ejecting Batman from Jarvis' system." Tony said, "He didn't let it go until you returned to Earth and returned to the mansion."

Cynthia was stunned.

Tony watched her silently.

She said confusedly: "You mean...he...I mean...?"

"That's right, he's been watching you," Tony said in a deep voice. "It can't go on like this, Cynthia. If he finds you, someone else, someone else will find you—find you alive, Find that you live among the crowd, maybe in the next second, maybe in the next minute.

"If you don't tell the world about your resurrection, it will be too late. We need to seize the opportunity."

Cynthia quietly clenched the palms hanging by her side.

"But I haven't erased the last bits of information from people's memories..."

"You mean, create the illusion that you've never been sentenced to death?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I can handle it."