[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Harry sat in the back of the helicopter, stretching his legs.One of her boots had been thrown away earlier, so she simply took off the other and stretched all ten toes.

She touched her clothes pocket and pouted angrily, "I hate Little Red Bird, he stole my U disk, this annoying sweetheart thief."

"Don't tell me, we're doing this mission for nothing," said Deadshooter, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side, taking care of his beloved G-Lock.

"The fat black woman will probably blow us up in no time, because we're a bunch of good-for-nothings." Harry stuck out his tongue, lowered his eyelids and made a grimace.

She changed her face too quickly, and suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, the little lunatic happily took out a few test tubes from her underwear, "But I also took the last few serums from the laboratory, if she dares to scold me, I stuck them into her neck."

The helicopter descends slowly, and the deadshooter throws the rope ladder through the hatch.Shark King climbed up the rope ladder in a panic.He was so big that he took up most of the empty space in the helicopter when he came in.

Harry pulled her feet back and screamed, "Get away from me, the water is running off you!"

Different from his fierce appearance, the Shark King sat in the middle of the cabin in a decent posture, "I don't know whether he is a human or a mermaid."

"Are you talking about my little cake?" Harry held his face and giggled, "He didn't even notice his face was recognized by me, so cute. That's the bad thing about optical camouflage, it's too easy to damage and fail gone."

Deadshot cast a surprised look at her, "Is that guy from Gotham?"

"Yeah," said Harry, swinging his feet in a good mood, "he was cuter when he was a kid than he is now. I didn't like him before, and everyone who attracts Pudding's attention should die. But now, You know," she made a breaking gesture, "Pudin and I are in the breakup period."

"You're not going to tell the clown?"

Harry shook his head, and Hong Yilan's braids flicked back and forth, "I like Little Cake very much, he is a cute doll I keep privately. So, no, don't tell."

"As long as you're happy." Deadshot shrugged his shoulders, "We don't like to deal with people on the side of the clown, but you are an exception."

On the Full Moon Selene, which was thousands of meters away from the suicide squad, there were simply too many passengers and staff, and there was no way to evacuate.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. sent a boat to pack and transport away the cyborgs controlled by the mermaid's singing.Agents scoured the negative floor, taking away surviving employees for interrogation.

Tony opened the mask and closed it again. "I have to go pick someone up. Red Robin and his companions are now on the coast of Antigua. Seriously, how did they chase people to get there?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Steve with a strange expression, "Cap, I think it's better for you to make a call with your lovely netizen now, she just left."

All the Avengers present looked at Captain America standing in the center of the field, Steve resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, "Wait until I have time."

Clint comforted, "Not everyone can be friends with a mermaid, and this opportunity is simply out of a hundred."

Steve pressed between his eyebrows, "I'm going out to make a phone call."

Halfway through the movement of stepping out of the door, he came back to stare at the others, "Don't eavesdrop and leave me some privacy, okay?"

Clint moved his eyes away, hooked Banner's shoulder, "Come on, let's see if there is anything interesting in the lab."

A gold-red tin can flew past Steve, "I'm not interested in innocent men and women. Adults should have a better lifestyle."

"Relax," Natasha gave Steve a playful smile, "I'll help you watch over the others."

"Thanks, Cortana." Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

The mermaid is leaning on the reef, half of its cyan tail is submerged underwater, and it floats up from time to time to play with a bunch of water splashes.Grania squeezed the phone in his hand, and the mermaid's webbed palm was not easy to operate.Water droplets stick to the screen, making the touch screen less sensitive.

Her hands were wet and slippery, poking back and forth on the screen, but the phone didn't respond for a long time.The mermaid slapped the surface of the sea with its tail angrily, muttering in its mouth.

At this moment, the phone began to vibrate, and the number on the screen showed that the call was from Steve Rogers.Glenia nearly shook her hands and dropped her phone into the sea. She frantically connected and was quiet for a while.Only the sound of breathing on the other side could be heard in the communication, and the man hesitantly greeted, "Hey, this is Steve Rogers."

"Glenia," said the mermaid dryly.

The mermaid became silent again.Grania's fish tail churned the water, and she slid down slowly until she was waist-less in the water.Mermaids always feel safe and relaxed in the sea.

"Do you remember where you saw me?"

The first time Steve and Glenia met aboard the Full Moon Selene, the reckless fish rushed forward and said that Steve and himself had met.When Steve asked about it later when they were chatting over the internet, Glenia would always say, "If you figure it out, I'll tell you."

I remember everything, what else do I need to tell?

Steve leaned against the railing of the cruise ship deck, a pair of turquoise eyes appeared in front of his eyes.

He had indeed seen those eyes before, not here, not now.

It must have been a long time ago, before he got the serum, before he joined the army.At that time, Captain America was just a thin young man, so sickly that even the army refused him to join.

"Did we meet in Brooklyn, over 70 years ago?"

There was a smile in Glenia's voice, "Yes, for humans, that was a long time ago."

"Is that the first time you came ashore to play?" Steve also smiled, he fell into the memory, and even the corners of his mouth became gentle, "Oh my god, I remember you were startled by the car , I don’t even know how to avoid vehicles when crossing the road.”

"Then some well-meaning young people came to help me cross the road and apologized to the drivers who scolded me." Glenia said, "I didn't know anything about the shore at the time. I thought they were like fish. Avoiding you myself."

"It's not your fault." Steve said, he was blowing the wind on the deck, overlooking the endless sea view, where the mermaid is hiding, "You have changed a lot from then, at least you can use your mobile phone now gone."

"Someone taught me, actually," Glenia whispered.

Steve grinned, "It's a good thing. I've changed a lot too, I didn't expect you to recognize me."

"Have you changed?" Glenia said earnestly, "You haven't changed. Even if you're no longer a short, skinny guy, you're still Steve."

"As far as I know," Steve tapped on the railing, "in most people's eyes, 'Captain America' is more important than 'Steve Rogers.'"

"Not everyone, no matter before or after, in the eyes of some people, you will always be just 'Steve'. Will saying this make you happier." Grainia said with certainty, "'Steve' 'Tiff' is more important than 'Captain America'."

Steve didn't answer for a while, he seemed to let go of himself for a short time, only listening to the sound of the sea beating the boat, and partly from Glenia's side, the fish's tail kicked up the waves and collided with the reef. "...thank you," he said, "at least 70 years from now, if someone can still tell me that, then the sick 'Steve' was worth living."

Everyone admires Captain America, but not many remember the short guy who was bullied in the alleys of Brooklyn. 70 years is too long, the girl I liked before married someone else, the comrades-in-arms who were born and died turned into dust, the best friend was put in the memorial hall, and turned into a thin sheet of paper behind the glass, densely packed with a few lines.

Time is the most severe torture, it deprives you of everything unconsciously.But if you escape time, you also give up the world you once had.

"After I heard the news that you fell into the sea, I tried to catch you." Glenia rubbed her shoulders, as if she could still feel the coldness, "But it's too cold for mermaids there, I didn't Find you before they do."

Steve smiled, "I remembered that song. When you lived in my house, you said you could sing to pay for your living expenses."

"That's right, although it's more than 70 years late," the mermaid said, "I'm here to pay the rent. The mermaid's singing is very precious, and you should listen carefully."

The mermaid's singing floated across the sea, waded through the sea breeze, and rang through the handset of the mobile phone, slightly distorted.Steve closed his eyes and focused on feeling.

He remembered Brooklyn after July 1918th, 7, with houses crammed into small blocks.Neighborhoods are neatly arranged like a checkerboard. When he was a teenager, he would ride a bicycle through the streets named after numbers.He passed bungalows, townhouses, small villas with pointed windows and thin columns, and the flowers and branches swayed in front of the door, and the breeze brought the smell of bread and wheat.In the church, blacks and whites worshiped together, and Steve parked his bicycle in front of his house.

When he woke up, it all seemed like a dream.

"Will you come back again in the future?" He asked softly, "Will you come to the human world again?"

"Yes, I can change my legs next time." Glenia wagged his tail, "There are my friends in the human world. Mermaids have a long life, I hope I can have a few more 70 years later Friends I can still see."

"It's a little difficult." Steve smiled, "In another 70 years, I may be a gray-haired old man."

"I'll try to get you out of the ice sooner this time," Grania said. "I swear."

Jason lay in the bathtub with several large loops of medical tape around his body to hold two broken ribs in place.He looked down and realized that his fish tail started to change without warning, and human legs appeared on him.He suddenly realized that Glenia had got his wish.

He received a text message from the other party: "Thank you for your help, I will come to play with you next time I go ashore. PS: I took my mobile phone and power bank with me. Do you have submarine express service?"

Jason lazily replied, "You have to go to the king of the sea. The king of Atlantis should help the people solve the wifi and mobile phone charging problems under the sea."

After sending the message, he shouted outside, "Tim—where did you send Lena?"

"Lena?" Tim, who was applying medicine for a gunshot wound on his shoulder, poked his head in. "What Lena? Is there a fourth ghost resident in this room that I don't know about?"

"Don't try to quibble, you take Lena away from me every day." Jason accused angrily, "Lina, you are the little yellow duck of the Venice Hotel!"

"..." Tim's cotton swab almost went into the hole in his shoulder, he hissed, and looked at Jason speechlessly.

After a few seconds, the small light bulb above Tim's head lit up.

"I'll give you back Lena." He said in deliberation, carefully watching Jason's expression, "Do you want to go back to Gotham with me?"

"Despicable!" Jason's eyes widened. He paused, feeling betrayed and repeated, "It's so despicable, even the Riddler can't do such a wicked thing!"

"As you can see," Tim said sincerely, "I'm not a Riddler."

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