When Chaoying meets Little Siren

They shouldn't be anxious when they're eighteen hours into a mission.

"There are still two hours." Dr. Banner murmured, the coffee in hand was cold, he took a big sip without realizing it, the extremely strong black coffee, the root of his tongue was bitter.

"Do we have to bring them back forcibly after twenty hours?" Dick asked, looking at the line graph that was changing rapidly, that was the intensity of consciousness activity. Compared with the data of the two of them at the beginning, they were gradually becoming flatter.

This is not a good sign.

"It's even worse not being able to bring it back. The odds are slim, but not impossible. It's going to be dangerous," Banner said.

None of their expressions were relaxed.

When the timer showed twenty hours, Banner had decided to force Bruce back.Sometimes they have to make some trade-offs.

"It can last for three hours and 32 minutes." Constantine leisurely and accurately estimated the time data to the minute. He seemed not in a hurry, but only the Avengers, who were kept in the dark, were in a hurry. people.

"...I hope you're right." Banner gritted his teeth, already calculating the possibility of keeping them all alive with the current equipment in case of any accident.

The calculation results are not very optimistic.His expression might be too tense, Constantine bit the licorice candy and said: "I thought those of you who deal with superheroes would prefer to believe in miracles."

"I like to believe in data." Banner replied coldly.Scientists and heroes on the magic side don't seem to be naturally compatible.The former is trying to open up a new path from the known field, and the confusion about the energy source of the latter may be one of the reasons for the resistance.

Dick gave the man a warning look, stepped forward and pinched Benner's shoulder, and comforted him: "Their data is much better than estimated, at least this is true. And as far as I know, none of them have any will Weak people."

Perhaps more consoling is the first half of the sentence.Banner's shoulders relaxed a little, but he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the clenched fist of the eldest son of the unconscious man.Obviously, the other party's mood will not be any easier than him.

He took a deep breath.Yes, just do what he should do now, and talk about the rest at a later time.

On the other hand, Tony unconsciously adjusted the data of another machine, his Adam's apple twitched, his mouth felt dry, but his thoughts had drifted away.His funds are not enough to support two alliances, and the expenses of S.H.I.E.L.D. are enough for him to drink a pot. If something happens to Wayne in his place, how long can he fill such a big money-absorbing black hole?How much will Justice League be affected by this?Especially their superman, that alien, he does not bear any economic cost (or cannot bear it) when he cannot pay high battle losses. What impact will this have on his psychology and behavior?

… Throat dry, he ran his thumb over his lips quickly, blinked, and swallowed in vain.

"Tony, not now." Banner was distracted by his small movements, half worried and half warning.

"I'm not so confused about priorities." Tony tried to say this in a more relaxed tone, but when he opened his mouth he realized that his voice was scary.He cleared his throat and defended himself: "...just thirsty, moisten your throat."

"Tony, I don't have time to take care of you now. At least for now, take care of yourself." Banner said.There is no strict prohibition, but the tone is not moderate.

"I thought it was me who took care of the entire league and dealt with the aftermath." Tony said, trying to weaken the sarcasm in his tone, which was the most considerate he could do.He turned and walked towards the stairs, and the target was the bar on the first floor, as it should be and obviously.

If he hadn't been stopped halfway, the pungent and mellow liquid would have flowed down his throat, his thirst would have been quenched, the edges and corners of all things would be softening, and the past and future should be a fuzzy and distorted hallucination.No, of course things will not develop like that, he thought half-heartedly, as if he could already smell the strong aroma of wine, which evaporated and filled the air.

Just a little bit, maybe a little bit at the bottom of the cup, it was agreed to just moisten the throat.If there was only that little bit of that bottle left...he had to get rid of it.If it's just the bottom of the cup.

...if it is not blocked halfway.

Tony blinked, watching the little friend who almost bumped into him, who was not close to his chest, was busy holding two glasses of milk with his hands.

"The ability to react is good." He said perfunctorily, he raised his foot and was about to avoid her, but was blocked by one of the cups.

Val, who was sent up by Dick to find something to drink, but accidentally knocked over two open bottles in the process, stretched out her hand resolutely, and put the milk in front of him, without concealing the guilt on her face, wanting to drink milk. Pass him one of the glasses of milk: "... I heard, you are thirsty."

"And this is not something grown-ups should drink." Tony sniffled and looked worriedly at the bar, only to realize that the strong aroma of wine was neither an illusion nor a hallucination. The two bottles were bought by him yesterday or the day before yesterday (or maybe today?) All the opened bottles of wine were killed, one bottle was tilted on the bar counter, and the other bottle was erected (and obviously artificially) on the ground in an orderly manner, and the bar counter was shining brightly - he guessed that he knew what it was, and he didn't need to Guess, his nose already told him the answer.

He decided to ignore the sudden relief of the hunk of flesh in his heart that was about to squeeze out of blood with longing, and he couldn't explain that just yet.

"Bad girl, look what you've done?" Tony resignedly took the milk, sighed, rubbed the little girl's hair, and reproached non-seriously.

The little girl really felt as if she had been reprimanded. She shook her body and shrunk her small body calmly, trying to reduce her sense of existence, but she didn't know when she would learn to raise her eyes quietly, and wanted to take a look. Seeing his expression, he frowned and drank half a cup in one gulp like some kind of medicine, he didn't look angry, and didn't seem to want to settle accounts with her too much, so he added in a low voice: "Milk can sleep well."

"It's milk that makes you sleep better, not it," Tony said.

The very studious kid remembered it well at the time, holding the cup and imitating his expression of frowning and drinking medicine in a dignified way, drinking a circle of milk beard, and licking it with his tongue, creating a gap, like a tooth changing period The kind of notch where a child grins.

Tony looked at the gap, pulled a napkin for her, and added in his mind for a while: the only thing that can make me sleep well is wine.

The situation turned sharply when the timer jumped to No.20 for two hours.

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The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, I changed this chapter.

The previous update feels that the style of painting is different, and it looks so inconsistent.

Accidentally wrote Nini as if it smelled like a bat.

But what I remember most about Nini is Scarlet Witch's vision, dead teammates and ruins.He's the only one standing, so he (thinks) is responsible for all the sacrifices.In the illusion, his survival became the source of his pain.

People who can make something like Skynet (crossed out) Ultron, can imagine the desire to control.

I feel that Ni and Bat are quite similar in essence.