[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

-1-

When Peter Parker walked out of the flames in the auditorium, the girl on his back was still.

He put her on the ground, her face was already blackened by the thick smoke, and her body was as fragile as a branch that would break off at any time.

He reached over to her carotid artery and found, in disbelief, dead calm there.

she is dead?

When the medical staff arrived, the young Spiderman grabbed one of them regardless, "Look at her."

The medical staff said with some regret: "Sir, I'm sorry, she has..."

She is dead.

Then the medical staff, after seeing the superhero in front of him sluggishly in place for several seconds, seemed to realize what happened suddenly, with his hands hanging down on his sides, no longer running, no longer shooting spider webs to shuttle around Gaolou, like a helpless poor man, turned and left the scene.

"Wow, your costume is really cool, just like the real Spider-Man." The college students on campus praised him as a superhero lover.

Because who would believe that the real Spider-Man would walk around their campus so listlessly?

Peter was just walking around in his spider suit, and when he passed that Subway, he felt like they had dinner together yesterday, talking to him about her favorite superheroes, and telling him why Spider-Man had to wear an extension when he talked. speaker.

Thinking of this, the corners of Peter's mouth twitched, but hidden under the spider mask, no one could see it.

They had just met, had just become friends, and in just over ten days, she left in a dramatic way.

He is both a superhero and an ordinary person with flesh and blood. For the first time, he felt that the spider mask covering his face made him a little breathless.

After leaping up the high school tower, Peter crouched there until the afternoon.

Until Tony Stark's video call appeared in front of him.

"My boy, your suit tells me you spent an afternoon in the same place wearing it?"

After the words fell, Peter couldn't bear it anymore.He held his face, tears streaming down his face.

He choked with sobs: "She died... We just became friends, why did she die?"

Although Tony on the other end didn't know what happened, he could guess it somewhat. He didn't speak any more, and quietly accompanied this pitiful big boy.

Did someone rule that handsome and powerful superheroes can't cry?

-2-

"Forgive me, young master, instead of expecting that young lady to leave you something else, you might as well find her yourself."

Bruce Wayne followed the advice of his butler Alfred.

On that day, he even exposed the fact that he was Batman in front of her, so it was nothing to go to her.

Bruce hesitated for a while at the door of the cheap, narrow rental house before deciding to ring the bell on the somewhat worn-out wooden door.

There is not even a need for anti-theft here, and no thief would expect to get anything of value from here.

While waiting, he thought about what to say.

He wanted to tell her that she could continue to come to work at his company, and that while Batman didn't need bodyguards, Bruce Wayne did.

Probably waited too long to find out.

He decided to call her, and then heard the phone vibrate from the other side of the door.

He looked at the light and shadow coming through the crack of the door, and had a premonition that something was wrong.

Hesitating again and again, he knocked open the fragile wooden door.

The room was too crowded, so crowded that he saw the girl lying on the bed with a face as white as a piece of paper.

One of her hands was drooping on the side of the bed, and a little further down was the mobile phone whose screen was still on and vibrating.

He immediately chose to call a medical emergency number.

"Hello, what do you need help with?"

Bruce's hand felt Janna's pulse, and it froze there completely.

"Are you all right? Is anyone there?"

The operator's voice continued to come from the other end of the phone, but he couldn't answer at all.

He couldn't accept the fact that Janna Caitlin was dead at first.She had just put on his black armor, played the role of Batman, and beat the clown with both fists and feet, but today she was lying in this small rental room and died without a sound.

She just told him she was quitting without even saying goodbye!

She said that he was a hero against the light, but also that he was a fool who wanted to change the city by himself.

But now, no matter whether he is a hero or a fool, he can do nothing but watch this body gradually grow cold.

Finally, he reported the address to the other end of the phone and hung up.

Then she picked up her cell phone on the floor next to the bed, with a line of small words on it: Missed Call - Gotham Heroes.

——"It's a coincidence that a colleague speculated to me two days ago that Batman might be a beggar. He has nothing to do during the day and does whatever he wants at night."

——“I think billionaires are more likely than beggars.”

Bruce Wayne was stunned for a few seconds... In fact, she must have known it a long time ago.

-3-

It was supposed to be a joyful evening, and Jana Lorraine had accepted his invitation to dinner.

She didn't care about his annoying media, and she was willing to listen to his old stories.

Tonight's night is also pleasant, no matter where you go after leaving the restaurant, it is suitable.

Tony Stark thought so, until what she called "the worst plan".

The sunglasses in her hand rolled down the seat to the ground, and he couldn't help shouting.

But it didn't work.

"The monitoring subject has lost his vital signs."

Cold mechanical words passed into his ears.

He originally thought that if he prevented her from saying the "worst plan", he could also avoid this kind of accident that he didn't want to see.The antidote cured others, why didn't it work on her?

He has envisioned her as a comrade in the Avengers, fighting against evil and alien species in this world with her, and he also gave her a heroic nickname, "Snake Girl Silver Ring".

But Janna has no chance to use the code name he gave.

The unspeakable sadness spread to Tony Stark's eyes.He sat in the driver's seat of the vehicle, not knowing where to drive.Even though the weather and moonlight are so good tonight, it doesn't fit anywhere.

Janna Lorraine was too strong, whether it was before or now, until the moment before death, if it wasn't for her weird words, he wouldn't even notice it.

He took a deep breath, and finally stepped on the accelerator.

In the medical institution specially established for the Avengers, Janna's already icy body was still exquisite like a work of art.

He knew that he was dead, but even if he found a solution to his serious poisoning, then she...

"Sir, she's completely out of vital signs." Jarvis reminded him of the pointless move of Janna into the clinic.

"What's the cause of death?" His lips quivered.

"The medicine is poisoned, and the gradual failure of various organs has appeared more than ten days ago."

If Jarvis could have spoken more humanly, he would have said it was a miracle she had survived to this day.

But Tony still felt that it was too fast, he hadn't had a chance to make this girl, whom she didn't even recognize at the first time, worship Iron Man.

-4-

Mycroft Holmes, when he learned of Janna Heather's death, was sitting in the little projection room at home watching old black and white movies.

In the dimly lit room, the projector creaked and turned in circles, and the phone call made him a little dazed.

He lied to her that this was an arduous task with a near-death situation, and an ordinary agent wouldn't last a month, so she had to do it.

As far as he is concerned, she is indeed indispensable.Only by keeping her out of his reach, his sister's words will not be fulfilled.

However, her life will always stay on the plane that took off from London.

The doctor said that the long-term severe depression brought her too much pressure, and her body could no longer hold on, so she died suddenly on the plane.

He'd been to hospitals, seen people crying after hearing the sad news about relatives and friends.

But he always rationally believes that everyone will die, which is a fact that everyone can foresee and is not surprising.

But Janna Heather's death now occupied his head that should have contained state affairs.

Mycroft turned off the projector and walked out of the reflection room.

She was still waiting for his call before leaving, but not only did he drive her out of the UK, he didn't see her one last time.

He wanted to give himself a year to forget her, but now, he didn't know if he could forget her or not.

It's getting colder and Christmas is coming

The long and narrow carpeted corridors in the house spread to different rooms, but these rooms were all cold and quiet to the point of lifelessness.

In Mycroft's view, even his younger brother, he once disliked him for not being smart enough, while others, to him, were like goldfish, dull and stupid.

He was proud and arrogant, but he still invited her to his home to talk about letting her go.

He remembered that he asked her, don't you refuse?

At that time, he did have a terrible idea: he wanted her to refuse.Then he might, like his nagging brother, find an excuse for her to stay in England.

But at that moment, she agreed without thinking, and then said goodbye to him calmly. He remembered that he said "see you next year", and she said "goodbye", as if...

It was as if she knew she would never come back.

The fireplace was burning brightly, but Mycroft felt that the room was a bit cold.

He pulled himself out of the memory and walked to the window as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky - his least favorite Christmas was coming again.