Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

Sitting in front of Abigail, Charles showed some concern in his calm and steady eyes: "Abigail, you need a place where you can train your ability to control yourself. And you are currently serving as an assistant in the Stark Tower in New York City. In an important position, every move is under the surveillance of the media, and a job in New York will bring you a lot of pressure. If you can’t control your abilities, you can’t imagine what kind of terrible end it will bring.”

Of course Abigail knew Charles was right about everything.

However, she is still young, and she has achieved such brilliant achievements just after entering the workplace. She still has ambitions and dreams, and she cannot let go of them so easily.

In the past, Abigail didn't pay much attention to money and fame. She would rather spend all her time in love as a little girl who achieved nothing. But since she broke up with Peter, the last concern around her seems to be... It was also broken, and I put all my focus on work almost overnight.

She stayed at home for the past two days and came up with several new proposals. She also planned to meet the professor and continue working after she stabilized her situation.

Besides, what would happen if she had no money?

Looking for her mother to raise her?Funny, how is it possible.If her good mother knew that she had no money here, she might move away in a hurry and secretly sell her house to others, right?

When she was in distress before, she knew that she could go to Peter, because no matter how poor he was, he would leave her a place to stay, but now, she lost even this place to stay.

Abigail felt a little afraid of the uncertain future, but when she looked up at Charles, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Charles said in a calm tone: "Abigail, I know what you are worried about, but don't be afraid. You are the daughter of my old friend. Even if one day you have nothing, I will take care of you on behalf of your father. I Make sure you will never be displaced."

As he said, he looked up at the bustling street outside the window, at the busy people coming and going in the prime area of ​​New York, and showed a gentle smile in the twilight: "What's more, compared to the person who is willing to be like a family The place where I love you, this place is so dangerous, it seems to be built on quicksand."

Abigail suddenly realized that it was evening at some point, and the twilight coming in from the window was gently reflecting on Charles' face, dyeing his gentle face with a warm halo.

Charles looked at her steadily: "There you don't have to worry about your livelihood, and naturally you don't have to worry about whether you will be regarded as a different kind by the world. If there is a place in the world that respects mutants and humans equally, it must be That school. So come with us, Abigail."

For some reason, Abigail found a wonderful sense of stability in this person whom she had only met for a few hours.

She was about to thank Charles for being so kind to her, but suddenly she saw Charles' face change, and he looked at her helplessly, showing a slightly embarrassed smile, and a crack appeared on his calm and calm face.

Charles hid the embarrassment and feeling just now with a smile, looked at Abigail with slightly reproachful eyes, and said with a bit of reproach in his voice when he spoke: "Abigail."

Abigail was dazed, thinking he was sick and unwell.

Charles had no choice but to remind: "Mirror."

After being stunned for two seconds, Abigail suddenly remembered the word Charles used to describe her ability: mirror.

Abigail was almost moved to tears by Charles' tenderness because of the very touching and sensational words he said just now.Abigail thought it was okay to have a sore nose, but it would not be so good to let the calm Charles have a sore nose.

She calmed down, looked at Charles in front of her, then turned her head to look at Hank at the side, and said, "I also hope to work with you, Professor."

She seldom put on a serious look, but at this moment, she made a serious gesture, with a childish persistence on her slightly immature face: "I will contact my company now and resign."

Hank smiled: "Don't worry, our plane is tomorrow morning, you still have one night to think about it."

Charles turned his head to look at the time, smiled at Abigail, and put a business card on the table: "This is my number, if you think it over, please contact me. Before seven o'clock tomorrow morning, you Call me, and I'll let you know the airport." After finishing speaking, he nodded to Hank: "We still have an old friend to meet on this trip, so I'll say goodbye first."

Abigail carefully put away the professor's business card, and after sending the two of them out the door, she quietly leaned against the door, watching their backs disappear into the bustling streets of New York.

Twilight gradually fell on the streets of New York, the traffic flowed like weaving, pedestrians hurriedly walked, and the tall buildings in the distance reflected the last brilliance of the setting sun.

She is about to leave here.

However, Abigail couldn't think of anyone to say goodbye to besides her boss Tony.

A solitude came over her.

It turned out that she was like a lonely kite in this city, and she couldn't find a place to care about.

Just when she was about to turn around and walk into the dark room lonely, her mobile phone rang suddenly, and after answering the phone, Hank's voice with a smile came from the other end of the phone: "I forgot to tell you, the school is Alcohol is forbidden. So before you come here to practice, let’s have a good time.”

Abigail told him to take out her cell phone and dial Tony's number.

Since you want to leave, you should talk to the boss anyway.

However, after the phone rang several times, no one answered.

Abigail sat quietly in front of the window filled with twilight, watching the lonely light of the unreachable mobile phone flickering in the shadows, and smiled helplessly.

Ahh, it looks like even Tony won't be able to say goodbye to her in time.

Reluctantly, Abigail dialed Obadi Stein's number.During the days when Tony went to the desert to discuss missile affairs with the military, he took over most of the company's affairs, and as the company's veteran and Tony's best friend, Abigail also wanted to say goodbye to him.

Stan's call went through quickly: "Abigail, are you feeling better?"

Hearing the old acquaintance's voice, Abigail was still happy, and she said with a little regret: "Stan, I know this matter shouldn't bother you, but Tony's phone has been disconnected... In fact, I'm going to resign .”

The other party was obviously taken aback, and laughed twice: "Resign? Abigail, is it your little friend Harry who wants to poach you?"

Abigail said helplessly: "No, I... After that incident, I was a little stimulated. The doctor said that I can no longer perform high-intensity work, so I decided to go on vacation."

Stan visibly smiles a little awkwardly: "Abigail, if you leave, the company will be in disarray—"

Abigail smiled: "How is it possible? With Tony, the genius, it's the same without me."

Stan was obviously upset, but he didn't mean to blame her: "Well, Tony and I will respect your opinion. So you always have to come to the company to pack things? Shall we meet tomorrow?"

Abigail gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Stan, I have a flight tomorrow morning. My things are not important anymore, please throw them away."

After hanging up the phone, Abigail felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost something very important.She stumbled to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, looked at the whole box of expensive red wine and began to worry.The biggest advantage of Tony is his generosity. Every time he buys food and drink, he gives his subordinates a box as a gift. Abigail originally wanted to save it for Valentine's Day and birthday with Peter, but a year passed That's right, the whole box of wine hasn't even been opened.

Abigail couldn't help feeling sorry.

When she went to Xavier School, she definitely couldn't bring alcohol with her, but if she left the alcohol at home, her mother would definitely find out and share it with some strange man who had only been dating for a few days.

After Abigail picked out a few bottles of wine to give to Harry, she suddenly made a decision: she would drink as much as she could, and it would be best if she drank all of it. Anyway, she couldn’t afford to drink those she had never even seen before. man.

So, Abigail, who was broken in love and resigned, locked herself in the house and started drinking with herself.

All in all, a drunk Abigail had no idea what she was doing that night.

Fortunately, Peter, who had been worried about Abigail's accident, saw her drinking himself, fearing that she would get drunk and go crazy, so he squatted on the tree by her window and patiently looked after her all night.

What Peter didn't expect was that after Abigail got drunk, her wine taste was not so good.Unlike normal people who cried, yelled, and vomited when they were drunk, the drunk Abigail sat on the table in front of the window very calmly, and began to write letters sternly.

The handwriting was neat and beautiful, and the earnest expression on her flushed face made one wonder if she was really drunk.

After Abigail finished writing three letters, she opened each letter very seriously with blurred eyes.Just when Peter breathed a sigh of relief, Abigail suddenly raised his head, and a pair of shining eyes fixedly looked at him squatting on the big tree by the window.

Peter was a little panicked when he was caught, and almost fell directly from the tree.

Watching his ex-girlfriend come to the window and open it, Peter thought that he could not escape the crime of peeping, and was about to kneel down and beg for mercy as before, when Abigail picked up two wine bottles, walked out.

To hit him? !

Peter subconsciously shook his head.

Abigail spoke at a speed that seemed to be in a meeting, with clear sentences and a serious expression, with terrific strength, she stuffed two wine bottles into his hands, and said quickly: "This is a gift for Harry, don't you You can steal it."

Peter: "...Huh?"

He squatted on the tree holding two wine bottles blankly, a little scared.

Abigail took out two more wine bottles: "This one is for Aunt May, and you can't steal it."

Peter: "...OK..."

"Then...then aren't you angry that I stand outside and look at you..."

Abigail looked at him with wide eyes and blinked.

Then, suddenly stretched out a hand holding a kitchen knife, and the moonlight shone pale on the cold and sharp blade.

Peter was dumbfounded.

Abigail leaned over to the window, and with a sly smile, stared at him with beautiful eyes that shone with a terrifying light, as if staring at a prey.

Peter wondered whether she was drunk several times, until he saw her stretch out her hand leisurely, and without knowing where the strength came from, she slashed at the branch next to his feet!

Peter broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that his ex-girlfriend was an ex-girlfriend after all, and it was really scary after breaking up.

After Abigail finished chopping, she tilted her head and looked at Peter on the tree, as if she felt angry that he was still safe and sound, so she took out two more wine bottles from the room and stuffed them into Peter's arms.

Holding a large pile of wine bottles, Peter squatted on the branch in a daze and fear.

After stuffing it, Abigail seemed taken aback, so she turned her head again, took out a bottle again, and after gesturing a few times on Peter, shook her head, mumbled something to herself and went back to the house, and hugged Peter. He pulled out a heavy barbell and put it into Peter's arms with an extremely calm expression.

Peter suddenly collapsed under his feet: "...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

There was a satisfied smile on Abigail's mouth.

This drunk farce is not completely over yet.

Abigail returned to the table, and waved at the three neat letters on the table, and the three letters just disappeared on the table.

In the early morning of the next day, three letters with beautiful handwriting appeared on the desks of three people in the ends of the earth.

"Dear Charles, five years from now you will be stronger, with broken legs, bald head, your brother kidnapped your sister and run away, but it's okay, you're old anyway :) - Abigail Rhodes."

"Dear Logan, please don't suffer any more, any woman you love will die, but that's okay, you can't remember anyway :) - Abigail Rhodes."

"Dear Loki, I am sorry to tell you that in your life you have no hope of destroying the world. - Abigail Rhodes."

Abigail didn't know that she delivered these three letters written after she was drunk to three people at the same time, and she never thought about what these three letters would bring.

Fortunately, however, most people did not take this letter seriously.

Charles: "Nonsense."

Logan: "Nonsense."

Only Loki...

Loki: "Ahhh why! Why! Why the hell!"

Loki: "Don't do it!"

After the roar, he looked gloomyly at the piece of paper that he didn't know where it came from, and his sharp eyes like a blade stayed on the signature of the letter.

Abigail Rhodes.

Great, you got my attention.

The author has something to say: Timeline hints:

The current Stark Corporation has a weapons department,

The current Stark Corporation has a weapons department,

The current Stark Corporation has a weapons department.

muah.

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This article does not accept any "stark is Stark or Stark" or "Nick Fury is not Fury but Fury (reasonably, do you call Harry Potter Harry Potter?)" or "Widow sister is Normanov or Normanova" and other debates about transliteration.Let's quarrel