When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The odds of seeing a red-haired woman on the sofa in the living room the next day are pretty slim.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Tony came to the top, and when he came up, he saw that the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the living room facing the sea had been adjusted to zero transparency, the wall was covered with darkness, and the lights were not turned on.Her head was resting on the armrest of the sofa, motionless, and a simple vase one person tall was moved beside the sofa at the end of her feet.

Tony knew that the other party would wake up as soon as he came up, so he didn't point it out. He took a mug, put it in the coffee machine, and pressed the button.

"The doctor is back. He was entangled by Gotham's organization and made a big fuss there. It was almost over when I arrived." Natasha said, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Gotham." Tony frowned: "He's in the Avengers Building?"

Natasha said, "Yes."

"But you don't look very good." The coffee was poured into the mug, Tony picked up the mug and took a sip, the taste on the tip of his tongue was as light as the drink with the name of coffee on it, he frowned and put down the mug: "What's the matter?"

Who moved his coffee machine settings?

"It's better than people who live on alcohol and coffee." Natasha sneered, and sat up lightly from the sofa: "Two days later there will be a 'communication' with the Justice League on disaster response and jurisdiction." She said : "I don't want to see people on our side who have been on missions for a month without letting them sleep. If this continues, we won't be able to compete with them for new recruits."

"Who doesn't worship Iron Man?" Tony said, putting down his mug resignedly.

Natasha imitated his tone: "Then who doesn't worship Superman?"

Tony shrugged, a little tired from his intense concentration, and he didn't answer.

"Is Bruce okay?"

"Best of all, except for that poor shirt and trousers, the rest is unharmed."

"how about you?"

"It won't be worse than him, after all, I'm the one who picked up the leak."

"Has the remnant of them been purged?"

"No, as always. You know the crowd."

"League of Assassins," Tony said.

"Everyone does stupid things," he said, pouring out the coffee in his cup, setting the cup aside, the toaster was ready, and when he opened the fridge to get a slice of bread, he found the jar of guacamole was empty, unfortunately. one day.

"Some people can and some can't," she said.Hearing light and disorderly footsteps, the mind automatically constructs an image that matches the footsteps.

The footsteps are very light, not stable, and tend to be brisk, a child who does not hide his childishness, and has not yet reached the time when he wants to grow up quickly.

She doesn't like children very much, and she doesn't hate them.A brief experience with one child gave her an almost permissive but distant attitude towards all children.

But it's not something she can handle at this time.

"Have guests?" Natasha said, "Then see you next time."

When her back disappeared at the door, the little girl who came up from below appeared.

When the door was opened, the dark room was filled with light from the entire room, and the light directly and frankly illuminated an area from the kitchen to the sofa, and then was tightly closed by the closed alloy door.

Tony turned up the transparency of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Who's there?" Tony said lazily, knowingly, with his back to the exit of the basement, and while spreading sweet strawberry jam on both slightly burnt bread slices with a knife.

The kid who was still a little far away looked around, but couldn't see the sign language, and his throat hurt when he spoke, so he clapped his hands.

Two crisp sounds.

"So, Miss Clapper. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Now he turned around and handed her a slice of bread that had been spread. The child subconsciously took the slice of bread, only to realize that if he wanted to make gestures, he had to finish the slice of bread.

So she thought about it, and finally decided to hold the bread in her mouth, gesture a few words, take a bite, move the position of the bite, gesture a few more words, and repeat.

All the gestures that I wanted to make were done, and the slice of bread was also solved.I ate and expressed again, and they went hand in hand, very smart.

Carol translated on the side: "Dick, Bruce, Melvis, dark, not here."

"Carol, tell me," Tony said. "Is there more than one Dick and Bruce in the world who has a relationship with Jason Todd?"

"No, sir," Carol replied.

"So the news that Bruce Wayne went to Victoria for vacation is also smoke|fog|bomb|."

"Perhaps so, sir."

Tony sighed heavily.

"When will the doctor recover, there is work to do."

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The author has something to say:

Mind broke.

There have been a lot of things going on recently. There was a few days of heavy rain in the upstream, and the riverside in the downstream was flooded to the foot of the building. It was impossible to go out. A few days ago, the power went out for three or four days. The computer can't be turned on and can't review.I'm a bit unable to handle this situation, sorry for being a little emotional when writing the article.But in the past few days, there is no way to write well, whether it is spiritually or materially.

Trying to adjust, may take a few days to a week.