The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Well, well, Sisley thought.Natasha, of course.

Black Widow can appear in this small ward, except that S.H.I.E.L.D. is suspicious of her identity and the purpose of getting close to Captain America.If not, Sisley is willing to live broadcast the handstand and eat the flowers that Captain America gave her.

——Ken calmly suppressed Sisley's seemingly bewildered and melancholy mouth that was actually chattering non-stop in her mind, and gave her a beam of moonlight to make her hold her breath.

"Hello." Sisley looked at the red-haired beauty with a slight flicker of eyes, and then a sweet smile flowed out.

Viewers who have watched the Super British series will not have anyone who hates Black Widow.

And who doesn't like beautiful, strong and miserable people?She is so powerful and mysterious, excellent and glamorous, Natasha's personal charm is innate, but her ending is also so lonely and sad.

Even Sisley likes the pretty older sister.

...In the eyes of Captain America and Black Widow, the beautiful girl was suddenly in a daze for two seconds, and even the frequency of flickering her long eyelashes was lukewarm.

As Chaoying, whose five senses are far beyond that of ordinary people, they can tell at a glance that this girl's physical fitness is below average among ordinary people. Her hand bones and ankles are so slender that they bend easily when they are folded, and her skin Just red, there is no specific cognition of "protecting fatal parts" that trained people have at all, so Captain America will take her to the hospital without hesitation, and S.H.I.E.L.D. just let Black Widow stand on the sidelines.

The sun shines through the shutters of the ward, falling on the girl's small, bloodless face, and falling into her innocent and melancholy blue eyes.The fragility and nervousness in Sisley's eyebrows don't hurt people, she is just too weak and too lovable, like the image that impressionist painters are willing to capture, lavender color, light purple lighter than lavender, gentle yellow, blue green.

Two seconds passed, Sisley blinked, pulled herself out of the emotion of "Natasha is so beautiful, she is a beautiful sister, even if it is an investigation, I still like her", and realized that Captain America The flowers brought to her had already been handed to her.

"We hope you like it." The blond man smiled at her with gentle eyes, as if looking at some kind of fluffy cub.Sisley doesn't mind him and Natalie watching non-stop. The concept of the other party as a superhero is unconsciously but deeply implanted in Sisley's mind. She completely trusts them and can do it 100% like Treat them like normal people.

——Ken showed a little doubt with restraint.

I know this idea sounds contradictory.

Sisley thought with a smile, maybe it's because I haven't really experienced any disasters.I can't think of them as heroes covered with golden light. It's not that they are not worthy, on the contrary, I think they are greater than heroes.

It’s just that as a Marvel audience, we knew their endings and every little mental journey early on. They also have flesh and blood. It’s not that they don’t bleed when they are shot, so I don’t think they are far away, although psychologically and physically There's definitely a distance to keep, but it's close enough.

Am I still missing something?

——Ken quietly sank himself back, as if he had never floated up.

Gypsophila, gladiolus and carnations are mixed together into a large fluffy bunch, rose red soft pink, red with white, open to the extreme, and there is no unpleasant aroma, the wrapping paper is handled properly , the herbaceous smell of the plant itself is fresh and fragrant.

"Thank you!" Sisley happily took her flowers, hugged her arms full, and stared at the delicate and charming flowers; at this time, she was more like a precious kitten with a good temper Now, when she realizes that she is being treated well by others, she will never stretch out her paws instead of advancing and retreating. Instead, she is willing to lower her little head and gently rub against the other person's palm, regardless of the kindness of strangers to the end. A few points.

"Sisley," Captain America looked at her pamperingly and pulled the water droplets on the petals, "I talked to your doctor, and she said that you can't be discharged from the hospital yet, and you need to stay under observation for another day."

He saw the girl pause.

She remembered something, then raised her head and looked at both of them.A smile appeared on her face, which was timid, but also a little natural and bright because she was too beautiful.

"Hmm..." She said unexpectedly, "Can I trouble you to save my number?"

"What's wrong?" Captain America took his flip phone out of his jacket pocket, but just held it in his hand and didn't open it.Natasha did not take her eyes off her either.Sisley was a little nervous, but her nervousness was open.

"I hope you can call me when you need it, because I really appreciate you and everything you have helped me." Not very good at hitting straight shots, but trying to exude the aura of being a reserved cat while maximizing her love for kind people. "If I passed out in the rain..." She didn't go on, but Captain America, who had seen her running high fever for hours, understood.

It's really not a joke to say that she might die.

Her strong gratitude was justified.

— Read my phone number.

Ken showed up to live up to her expectations.

Sisley just read from the small blackboard. Captain America opened his flip phone this time and pressed it back and forth, obviously saving it carefully, which meant he was a little moved by her straight ball.Sisley was even happier; she turned to look at the black widow, her ice-blue eyes staring at the red-haired beauty.

"What do you want to thank me for?" Natasha smiled lightly. Sisley knew that black widows rarely smiled sincerely, but she would still be honest for her pretty sister.

"Thank you for the flowers you picked, they are very beautiful." Sisley replied obediently.

She saw that Black Widow saved her phone number after all.

Both superheroes thought they would never have the chance to make the call, but indeed, they wrote Sisley's name seriously in the contact line.A good boy who knows how to repay his kindness is likable. If Sisley can see above the two of them, the favorability bar will be doubled instantly after she says this once.

Then Natasha walked out of the ward, answered the phone, and the nurse came in and gave Sisley a hang water.Steve said goodbye to Sisley, and he told her to take good care of her body and eat on time.Sisley responded one by one.

The ward was empty again.

Sisley leaned on the snow-white pillow and yawned delicately.The medicine is cold and flows into the blood vessels, causing vague pain and soreness, which is not a pleasant experience.

Instead of staring at the long needle in the back of her right hand, she looked at the back of her left hand instead.

Her hand looked fine at first glance, but the small strip of skin where the veins were located was full of scars left by pinholes. It has been too long, but they are still clearly white, and they are crowded together in long strings , there are forty or fifty.

Sisley doesn't even need to count, she remembers more on the back of her right hand.

"I used to be sick often." She said to herself, "I have to survive on my own. I call the hospital, order a taxi, and buy medicine. I comfort myself every time that I will be fine. I can live well by myself, so I never thought that anyone would come to see me today, and this is the first time I have received flowers."

"Ken, I don't feel bad about being alone."

Sisley smiled softly, but her eyes were blank, as if someone who wanted to hide from the rain had stood under the eaves for a long time, but the rain refused to stop, and her toes were wet.

"I guess, I just had a little hope that someone would be there for me a little bit."

She smiled again, looking at the scene outside the glass window.In the hot summer, New York is full of vigor and vitality, reflecting the strong and clean sunlight. Even in the silence of the ward, such intuitive enthusiasm cannot be erased. Today is another sunny day.

The green trees swaying in the wind, the clouds that come and go.

Eyes full of light, eyes full of blur.

Sisley gradually fell asleep, the girl curled up, like a kitten taking a nap, but stretched out again after a while, only the hand on the small table for the needle was honest.

She didn't know that at this moment, a private plane from Gotham City had landed safely in New York.