[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Ivan was sitting in the S.H.I.E.L.D. car, and the eyes of the agent sitting in the driver's seat made him fidget.

"Your hand can only be like this for the time being." The doctor accompanying S.H.I.E.L.D. briefly dealt with Ivan's dislocated wrist, and then glanced at the young man's swollen ankle. examine."

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey." Steve stood by the car door, thanking the doctor who got up and left.

Ivan's eyes fell on his missing half of his calf, and he moved his bare feet in embarrassment.

"You may need to go to the Avengers building with us first," Steve bent down, and put the coat he got from an agent on Ivan's lap, "Tony said he would find a doctor for you." The Avengers Building deals with wounds."

The coat that suddenly fell on his legs firmly blocked Ivan's exposed legs, and the young man subconsciously clenched the coat on his legs.

Someone called Steve's name, and he nodded back, indicating that he would go right away.

"We're leaving soon," Steve said to Ivan, "don't worry, I'll come and pick you up soon."

After hearing Steve's words, the red-haired young man who had lowered his head nodded, and then thanked him at a very fast speed.

"Thank you, Mr. Rogers."

The young man's thank you made Steve stunned for a few seconds before he smiled, and he thoughtfully closed the car door for Ivan.

"You're welcome, I'll see you later," Steve said.

When Steve returned to the car he was in when he came, Tony, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned his head and spoke in a tone similar to a gossip weekly reporter.

"Captain," Tony said, "where did you meet such a cruel kid?"

"Cruel?" Steve didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In his impression, the red-haired young man had always been a poorly expressive and shy image.

"Is that the word you use to describe Ivan? I don't think the word brutal fits him at all." Steve leaned against the back seat of the car.

"Really?" Tony showed a surprised expression, "Do you know how Hugo Strange and the Mad Hatter described that kid? The ferocity I used is already very subtle."

Tony looked at Ivan who was sitting in another car outside the car window: "Not to mention, the first time I saw him, he was planning to use a hammer to make a hole in that Mad Hatter's head."

"That's because he's been kidnapped," Steve said. "It's legitimate self-defense."

"Of course," Tony said, "after all, those two unreasonable Gotham lunatics have forced that kid to dress up as Her Royal Highness from a fairy tale."

"He knocked down a monster by himself," Tony thought for a while, "It's not like a normal person can do it anymore, even if he suffered a little injury."

"The dislocation of the wrist is not a minor injury," Steve emphasized. "He also hurt his ankle."

Tony ignored Steve's emphasis on Ivan's injuries: "Combined with his performance in subduing the Hydra spy last time, could that kid be a mutant?"

"Where are your two friends?" Steve directly led the topic elsewhere, "Where's Batman and his assistant——Robin?"

"Oh," Tony shrugged. "Who knows? That guy covered in black is best at disappearing suddenly. Who knows if he went to sleep hanging upside down in that dark building."

"Where is Fury going to send the two captured guys?" Steve asked, "And what about those monsters?"

"What do you think?" Tony lowered his voice suddenly, and he glanced at the agent driving in the driver's seat, "How many agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. are the eyeliners of those politicians? Just those two lunatics who want to send them back to Gotham , it takes some work.”

Probably noticing that the driving agent secretly looked at himself and Steve, Tony suddenly raised his voice: "But, it's none of my business, let the richest man in Gotham have a headache."

Steve heard Tony say in a malicious tone: "The little assistant brought by Bruce Wayne, I guess he would be very happy to have a fight with those unprofitable politicians-friendly negotiation."

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. upheld the usual style of S.H.I.E.L.D. They handled the scene very well, and not long after the convoy of Ivan and others left, the rest of the agents also quickly Evacuated the scene.

In an abandoned building not far from the factory, John watched the agents leave.

"If the danger about Ivan that the machine warns of is this time," John said, "then I'm sure he's out of danger. With S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers around, it's almost impossible for him to be in danger."

"I really want to agree with you, Mr. Reaser." Finch's voice came over, "but unfortunately I can't. Just now, I received an email from Ms. Groves."

John heard Finch sigh: "The early warning given by the machine is not for this incident. The danger that Ivan Bird is facing has not yet happened."

"That's wonderful, Harold," said John, coming out of the building. "Our old friend's knack for getting into trouble is just as good as it gets."

It only takes about 30 minutes from the abandoned factory to the Avengers building. Ivan opened the door and was about to limp out of the car when he reached out with a hand to support him.

Steve lifted Ivan's dislocated hand, and after glancing at the young man's ankle, which he couldn't bear to look at, he squatted in front of Ivan without hesitation.

Ivan looked at the half-squatting man in front of him, and subconsciously took a step back: "What, what are you doing?"

"What else can I do?" Ann's voice always perfectly reflected her meanness, "He is going to carry you upstairs, don't show this expression, he is just carrying you, not eating you."

"Back you," Steve's words confirmed Ann's words, "you're barefoot, and you hurt your ankle."

Ivan subconsciously refused: "I can do it myself. My feet just look scary, but they are not that serious."

"The doctor who treated your wound just now said that you should minimize unnecessary exercise," Steve turned his head to look at Ivan, "and, do you really want to limp upstairs like this?"

Ivan froze in place. In fact, he had never let anyone back him, not once. He always subconsciously rejected such unusually intimate behavior.

Steve didn't urge Ivan, he squatted on the spot quite patiently, and within a few seconds, a weight fell behind him, and the young man gently lay on his back.

"The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. will ask you something later," Steve carried Ivan on his back, the young man's weight was much lighter than he imagined, "you just answer him truthfully, don't worry about anything else .”

"Thank you," this is the second time Ivan thanked Steve today, "Mr. Rogers."

"You call me Mr. Rogers," Steve said. "Then I'm going to call you Mr. Bird. I think we can be called friends. It sounds weird between friends."

Ivan heard Steve say, "Why don't you call me Steve and I'll call you Ivan?"

"Okay," the young man put his fingers lightly on Steve's shoulder, "Steve."

"Steve," An Yinyang imitated Ivan's tone of voice, "Ivan, your gentleness gave me goosebumps."

In the living room on the highest floor of the Avengers Building, Natasha took a sip of coffee, and then looked at Sol, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and the richest man in Gotham—Bruce Wayne, calling brothers.

"Bruce!" Sol patted Bruce on the shoulder vigorously, "You are so kind, next time I have a chance, I invite you to Asgard, please drink our Asgardian brew liquor."

"That's really great." Bruce avoided Thor's next hard pat on the shoulder calmly, "It's really an honor to visit Asgard once."

Tony walked into the living room, looked at Sol who was next to Bruce, and smiled.

"I knew it," Tony said, "Our richest man in Gotham must have quite a common language with Saul, especially in the area of ​​debauchery."

The doctor Tony had called in advance walked up very consciously the moment Ivan sat on the sofa in the living room, and treated Ivan's wound carefully.

Bruce stood up quickly after seeing Nick Fury, and Saul's affectionate shoulder pat gave him a strong sense of escape.

"How long will it take SHIELD to handle the relevant affairs?" Bruce asked, "After all, they are from Gotham, should they be transferred to Gotham City?"

"This matter," Fury showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "maybe it's not easy to handle, some officials above are very interested in the monster created by Hugo Strange, so..."

Nick Fury didn't need to say much, Bruce quickly understood what he meant, he frowned, and then looked at Tony on the opposite side.

Tony noticed the look in Bruce's eyes, and he was silent for a moment before speaking to Fury.

"Who is it specifically?" Tony asked. "You should know that if they really plan to use Hugo Strange's technology, then the outbreak of war is really not far away."

The black director took a sip of the coffee that Natasha poured for himself: "I know, but I can't interfere with their decision. At most, I can apply to join future experiments."

Tony and Bruce exchanged a look, and Bruce said, "We don't want you to offend them. In fact, we only need a name. Which official is interested in that technology?"

Fury was silent for a few seconds: "The one in the military department, Admiral De."