When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The man was strong, a little stronger than the big blond man, and his muscles tensed up like a bear ready to go.

The big blond man noticed his strangeness, turned sideways and took a step forward to block his sight, and said something in a low voice.The man who lowered his weight slightly raised his head, revealing a pair of vigilant and bewildered green eyes from under the brim of his hat.

Weier looked at him for a while, and opened his mouth.

same color.She blinked her eyes, thinking, gurgling a few words from her throat, she felt confident that Jason knew what she was gurgling, and for a while, she couldn't care about the ice cream, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, going over there go.

Jason took her by the shoulders.

Seeing Jason's expression, the big blond man was keenly aware of his defensive mood. The weekend was the peak time of crowd flow, so he couldn't communicate with his voice, and the condition of his companions was not very good. Others recognized or stopped, so they only waved to them apologetically, meaning we can talk next time.

I don't know if I will meet again.

They disappeared into the surging crowd almost in a second.

When meeting him again, the big blond man finally took off his hat, revealing a handsome and resolute face.

When they were at Tony's base, Rogers came to a meeting to discuss the things that would be faced. There was still a while before all the staff arrived, and he sat on the sofa in the living room and talked with Banner.

They talked about the possibility of the ending of Star Trek Khan, Steve said: "...he may be frozen again with his crew for decades, but if he wakes him up again, he will still fight for the 72 A freezer turned the order of the time upside down."

Banner smiled: "Very touching?"

Steve didn't deny or affirm, and felt that the conversation had begun to drift away from the relaxed and purposeless state.Banner was licensed as a counselor and sometimes served as his therapist, but he wasn't that keen on laying out his thoughts or desires to others.

He shifted his gaze, but saw an unexpected figure.

The lost girl.

"I didn't expect to see you again." Steve got up and walked towards her.The first meeting was considered accidental, the second meeting was considered luck, and the third meeting, still under such an unidentified identity, was truly a miracle.

"Huh?" Weier grunted, biting a piece of rose puff pastry, looked at him for a while, and then stretched out her hand to pass him a piece.

Children's friendly gestures are probably sharing food.

And this kid's friendliness is obviously overflowing.

"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly came from the training room next door.

The little siren immediately froze, stuffed the food into his mouth, and ran over there.

In the training room, in front of a brown-haired man lay a dead body with a sandbag. He rubbed his fists, frowned and turned around. He happened to see the little girl rushing in recklessly, so he looked back. The sandbag looked at her again, and said hesitantly, "...Sorry?"

Steve, who followed, laughed.

After turning his eyes to him, he coughed calmly: "I think Tony should be able to solve this problem, it's okay, Buck."

"It's really time for Tony to solve this problem." A slightly hoarse female voice laughed: "This place is full of super soldiers, superpowers, and some people who are about to break through the limits of human beings." Every time she uttered a word, it was dull Pounding the sandbags: "It's time to increase demand."

The sandbag under her hand was hit with an astonishing arc in the final blow, and after swinging back to its original position, the woman held it with her palm, and sighed regretfully at the brown-haired man: "I lost this round."

The brown-haired man went to the rest area to get a towel, and when he passed by her, he silently patted her on the shoulder.

The force is indeed random, and random means that there is no control over the force. This kind of slap is like slapping a stronger man on the shoulder.She has a slender and strong body. The light gray sports vest has been completely soaked in sweat. Her short red hair sticks to the back of her neck in strands. When she turns her head sideways, she reveals a deep facial contour. She is a sharp and stunning beauty.

Val stared at her without moving.

Val knew this man too well.Although her hair is of a different color and her temperament is completely different, Weier always shows her face when she is in the most pain and fear, pretending that she is not tormented by the flames and spikes flowing through her blood vessels. In his arms, pretending to be warm and peaceful.

That face, that body.

The sight of the little girl would make the scalp of the dullest blind look around cautiously, let alone the trained Natasha.

She turned her head almost instantly to lock Will's eyes.

There was less than three seconds of silence, and the moment Val stepped forward, Natasha reflexively took a step back.

"Tell Tony, next time I will definitely take his XX out of the XXX sparkling wine and pour him XXX down." Natasha said.

There were two doors to the training room, and she quickly slipped away through the back door like a rabbit meeting an eagle. God knows she hadn't escaped in such embarrassment since ten years ago.

She would never have come here if Tony hadn't told her he'd put the kid back where she belonged.

So when she entered the door, Carol's deliberate guidance was also to avoid bumping into the child head-on?for what?To catch her off guard in the training room?

Natasha's intuition told her that Tony didn't just want to be entertained.

But, please, she doesn't need to.

At the beginning, she robbed Weier and hid it in a safe house, changed more than a dozen sets of clothes and went around most of the city, and urgently hired more than ten decoys to mislead. Death bites behind her.By the time she finally got rid of her stalker and returned to the safe house, it was already the next day.

The safe house was empty, no one was there.

She left a pretty much a blank slate of a girl in the most mobile area of ​​Gotham for over a day, and lost her completely.

She didn't want to recall how she felt at the time, and she didn't want to be forgiven.

It was just one of her countless nightmares, but a girl's life.

So she fled, without hesitation.

Guilt, surprise, pain.

She is not afraid of being reprimanded, yelled at, or ignored.

She fears being forgiven.She knew that the girl most likely would.

But she couldn't forgive herself.

Yes, she locked all the past into a black box, but that doesn't mean she forgot it, on the contrary, those things are always there.

"Tony." Natasha calmly connected the communication and started the car.

"Hey Tasha, I hope you haven't forgotten the meeting time," Tony said.

"Go and see your wine cellar." Natasha said in a very normal tone, and simply stepped on the accelerator.

In the smoke and dust, the sound of hurried and messy footsteps was covered by the roar of the engine. She saw a stumbling figure from the rearview mirror.

Tony's voice disappeared from the communication for a while, followed by footsteps, followed by loud accusations.Before he could utter a single word with the swear word, Natasha cut off the communication.

In a trance, she heard a hoarse cry.

She hoped it was hallucination.

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Nata: Hurt each other.

It's really going to become a monthly update... (pupil earthquake)

Half of my friends are on vacation, when will our school be off qaq I want to finish this article 1555551