[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony Stark had a dream, an incredibly bad one, about the past.

When he raised his hand, it was covered with sticky blood, and he clearly knew that it was not his, but Steve's.

The man in the distance was walking towards him, Tony looked at the blood-stained golden eyelashes of Captain America lying in his arms, put him down gently and stood up.

He quietly waited for the end of this dream that already knew the ending, and even had the leisure to calculate a few seconds before the man would tear his nuclear reactor apart.

But the strange thing is that the last scene of his death in the dream seems to be inconsistent with his memory. Before his left arm was broken, he had already uncovered the mask of the other party. Tony squinted his eyes and tried to see the face clearly. ...

……

"Hmm——" Tony woke up with a frown, and the needle hole in the back of his neck was aching. After recognizing the situation at the scene, he sighed. It was really hard to tell which was worse, the dream or the damn reality.

Tony deeply felt that he had practiced what is called "the only woman in the world and a villain are hard to raise" - when he woke up, what he saw was that he tore the wedding dress into a miniskirt in a very chic way, and was tying himself to the edge of the bed Mary, who had messed up her wedding herself, had simply taken her own life.

"Oh, the logic of a woman's mind." Tony rolled his eyes, then found himself saying it out loud.

"You woke up earlier than I thought." Mary had changed her usual expression, her tone was calm.

"Give me a reason why I must die?"

"Although it's not credible to say so, I didn't intend to kill you at first... It's just that some force majeure factors appeared later." Mary pursed her lips slightly, a gloomy flash of eyes flashed in her eyes, and soon disappeared, and she patted Patting the handcuffs on Tony's hand, "It's a pity that I don't have time to explain to you now. If I don't go out, I will probably stay here and be buried with you. The bride died in love with a man she met for the first time. That's not right, you say right?"

"Goodbye, maybe... we can meet again." Mary smiled softly at him, closed the door and left.

"Hey, give me a last kiss before I die anyway?" Tony muttered and complained, but no one responded.

Well, now it's time to look at his own situation. Where did Mary get the handcuffs? Could it be Dr. Watson's interest?

And his armor, oh, it was completely taken off: "Jarvis, where are you?"

【... Judging from the surrounding environment, I should be stuffed into a closet, sir. 】

"I should sue Miss Mary for sexual harassment. What floor is this?"

[Twelfth floor, sir. 】

"Oh, can you let me back here first?"

The golden-red armor shattered the wooden cabinet door in the room in an instant, obediently and slammed back into his master's forehead, the arm that was not shackled, and the lower body.

"shit——" Tony Stark clutched jj in pain, curled up on the ground and scratched the floor, his hp successfully returned to zero, "Jarvis, what can I do to you ?"

[No, sir, I'm just an ordinary system, everything is to follow your orders, so no matter if you let me, who is an advanced artificial intelligence, build fifteen virtual female characters every day to cheat the US team's online dating, and play in the Hulk's lunch Motor oil caused it to destroy 30% of the building's facilities, or let the empty armor go to S.H.I.E.L.D. for approval. All decisions that make me hope that you will be five centimeters shorter will be unconditionally implemented. 】

"You cursed me just now! Hey! Don't think that I didn't hear you because you spoke so fast! Believe it or not, you electronic junkie, I jumped up and hit your knee... Ah bah, I took down your motherboard!" [-] immediately flew into a rage.

[That's just a simple system sentence error, sir. 】

"Who believes it!"

【... sir, let me remind you that the fire has already spread to the door on this floor. 】

"Don't change...cough cough cough—well, you're really not changing the subject." The next second, Tony was choked to death by the thick smoke gushing in from the crack of the door. He tried to stand up but was pulled back by the handcuffs. On the ground, I almost forgot about this... Tony tore off the handcuffs in a hurry, "Jarvis, with the resistance of mk41, can I rush out of the gate?"

[This operation is not recommended, sir, mk41 can support you up to three floors. 】

He turned and walked to the window.

【Sir, the jet device is damaged. 】

"Can you give me good news?!" Tony slammed the table.

[Uh, the locator you have on Captain America shows that he is approaching this building. 】

Tony didn't know why the last scene with Steve in the dream flashed through his mind. He hesitated for a moment. He shook his head and strengthened his determination to drag him into the water. He threw the distress board downstairs Afterwards, he sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, sank his breath into his dantian, gathered his energy and concentration: "I'm burning Iron Man—Captain, help me——"

Tony Disgraced Stark stared blankly at Captain America who had broken in through the window in less than 2 minutes, and the big ending sound of the angry dantian was still dragging.

Tony was in a trough in an instant, this **** can also bring instant summoning?Is he Captain America or Pokemon?

"...Stop yelling." The thin-skinned Captain America was a little embarrassed that his name was yelled throughout the building.

Tony finally closed his jaw, "Did I put a propeller on your hood when I was dreaming?"

"...I came up on that big guy." Steve pointed to the huge fire elevator behind him, and after thinking about it for two seconds, he replied, "I personally guess that it shouldn't be called a propeller."

Tony cheers: "I love tech!"

******

The lift carried the two of them down slowly to the ground.

Steve saw the firefighters who actively borrowed the elevator sitting in the control room and gave them a thumbs up, so he also kindly returned his big white teeth. The firefighters waved to him, Steve Somewhat inexplicable, but also waved reflexively.

"Who are you playing charades with? Fan meeting with a smile on your face." Tony was checking the motherboard of the blackened armor, and when he turned his head, he saw Steve showing his teeth.

"A fireman just said a few words to us, and he borrowed the ladder for help."

"Oh, you can give him a little red badge on behalf of Avengers." Tony responded without paying much attention, bowed his head and continued to do his own thing.

"By the way, our hotel fell in a place called Baker Street... Eh? That's..." Before Steve could finish his sentence, he was startled by Sherlock who was pounced on him like a hungry tiger. "Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock grabbed Steve's shoulders and shook, speaking fast and furiously: "Where did that fireman go?! The one who talked to us!"

"Huh?" Before Steve could react, he pointed in the direction of the control room, "He's in the control room of the elevator..."

Sherlock left him and ran in that direction.

Watson was a few seconds late to catch up panting, and when he finally stood still, he saw Sherlock kicking the door of the control room with his long legs angrily: "wtf!"

There was a set of firefighting uniform lying on the table, which was still a little warm, but there was no one else.

"... Phew... Now... Can you tell me the reason for running away?" Watson asked with ease.

"If you're chasing so fast, it's either a little lover or a big enemy, or maybe both." Tony said leisurely with a screw cap in his mouth.

The piece of cardboard in Sherlock's pocket clicked slightly. He glanced at Watson, and took care of his wind-blown hair and coat by himself: "It's nothing, I just thought it was someone I knew before."

"which one?"

"You do not know."

"Hey? What is this, Sherlock has started to have a little secret of his own?"

"No, you haven't introduced me to everyone you know, like the Major?"

"that is……"

Steve glanced at the two people who were caught in their own world arguing, and didn't pay attention to this little episode, but continued to say to Tony: "Our hotel fell on Baker Street, and no passerby found such a big movement strange, it seems It's been standing in the middle of the street, it's amazing! Everyone is fine, except that Hulk smashed three passing cars because of seasickness."

"Baker Street?" Sherlock seemed to hear some key words, frowned, raised his hand and directly pressed Watson's mouth, stopping his next words.

"Yes." Steve nodded, "What's wrong?"

Watson rolled his eyes and slapped his hand away, explaining, "We live there too."

"Oh... what a coincidence hahaha." Steve's tone suddenly became a little cautious, "Uh, I might ask, you don't live in the place where... 2 starts?"

"Indeed."

Steve's face became even weirder: "I hope it's not 221b."

"...I'm sorry, that's it."

"..." Captain America crashed.

Tony finally fixed the jet device, raised his finger and poked Steve on the shoulder, and the automatic dubbing restarted: "Deng—deng, wait for the light."

"What's the matter?" Watson asked.

"Oh...you...you'll know when you come together." Steve coughed.

*****

Half an hour later, Sherlock and Watson, who finally stood in front of 221b Baker Street, fully understood the reason for Steve's strange reaction just now.

Thor scratched his head in embarrassment, and greeted them with a loud rumbling voice: "People in the courtyard, is this your residence? I'm very sorry, I didn't hold it firmly for a while, and it flew out."

In front of them was a gleaming golden hammer halfway into the ground, and... 221b that was completely in ruins.

Tony stepped on the pile of wood debris in the original corridor, raised his head and embraced the sky with his arms open to enjoy the nature: "The 360-degree natural four-sided view does not require lighting, which makes you feel unprecedented. Fresh and transparent."

"The heart is cool, the heart is flying, 221b Baker Street, you are worth having."