When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Weier's physical strength is not good, she does not use her legs to run from time to time, and when she exercises the most, she competes with killer whales in the sea.

Alice disappeared so quickly that her eyes lost track of the other party before her legs felt the belated soreness.But she was not very afraid of being tired, she just ran towards the direction where the red hair disappeared, step by step, and a little closer, she could run there.

She can't lose Alice again, if she doesn't work harder this time, Alice will leave her again.

That's what she thought.

But her legs couldn't move, they were hanging on her body like two soft noodles, and she was about to fall.She realizes this.

She was supposed to be looking at the ground, but she kept her head up, her eyes looking in the direction where the little dot just beyond the horizon disappeared.

The weightlessness stopped.

Still can't move my legs.

Only then did she realize that she had severe tinnitus, a fishy sweetness in her throat, and a pain in her chest.

The little girl was breathing heavily, turned her head, and it was Steve who put his arms around her to prevent her from falling.

"Can you take me there?" she asked, almost crying.

Steve squatted down, looked into the distance, and said, "It's useless."

He is too bad at dealing with children, probably because his childhood was a bloody truth stripped from unrestrained sweet lies, and the sugar coating that the elders tried their best to paint on him was inferior and short, so he ate it early When it came to bitterness, I didn't learn how to sugarcoat the bitterness of other children.

Steve could only awkwardly wipe away tears for her, and said, "She can't see you, but she mentioned you to me."

Like mentioning a neighborhood girl who moved away.

"Will she come back?" Val whimpered, tugged at his cuff, and looked back.

"Someday," Steve said, "and we'll just have to wait."

The sea breeze was cold, but the sunset was still warm. Steve took her to the beach. She sat down quietly and looked down at her calves hanging down the cliff.

"At that time, I only had Alice." Weier said softly.

"She loves you very much," Steve said.

Val knows what love is.Between two people who love each other, separation means pain.They thought of each other and felt sorry for each other's pain.She loved Jason, Dick, Alfred, everyone who loved her with the same love.If separation meant pain for Alice, she would suffer as well, but why did they have to separate?

"I love her too." She said, her voice blank and immature: "Then why can't we be together? Why did she leave?"

"Because na..." Steve said, his voice faltered, a little hesitant. "I think it would be better for her to tell you, but I'm not sure she would, so—"

"She's worried she's getting you in trouble, she's worried the truth is going to hurt you," Steve said, almost apprehensive about his vicarious candor, but he's also a little annoyed: "She didn't bring the best Give you something, she cringes with guilt."

Weier twisted her fingers and retorted sullenly: "But she loves me, and she won't hurt me."

"Love hurts sometimes," Steve said.The sun was almost completely sinking, and the sky became fiery red. He remembered that his best friend and he supported each other to go home under this kind of weather, which was painful but full of joy.But now he had to guard the third cave of that cunning rabbit to catch him.

You will always be my brother.He once said that, blocked the door forcefully, stuck his arm in the crack of the door and refused to let go.

Not anymore.The man confronting him said, but at the same time as he said this, he took advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed his strength and successfully squeezed into the safe room.

"...but it wasn't their fault," Steve said.

"Give her some patience, all we can do is be there for you," Steve said, his voice low and firm.This is his usual practice, find a direction, and then charge forward, even when he doesn't have quadruple physical strength, he can last quite, quite a long time with just his will.Let's compare.His only advantage is that he never admits defeat.

Val looked at him half-understood for a while, noticed something, and said, "You also have an Alice, right?"

Steve smiled and said, "It's 'Bucky.'"

Two fighters who were useless for technical support sat in a row by the seaside to enjoy the scenery, while the agents in charge and logistics temporarily transferred from SHIELD in the base were busy.The most important part is that Tony did it himself. Tony lost control of the wine cellar door, and he didn't dare to make a hole in the wall easily. You must know that any weapon that can cause damage to this kind of wall may be destroyed in an instant when it breaks through the wall. Drop any bottle of his treasures that he doesn't want to part with.

This fact clearly made Tony feel ashamed. He anxiously munched on an olive and clattered the keyboard of the console.

A warning popped up, and Tony almost punched the OK button, then sank back into his chair, silently watching the progress bar go from 0% to 1% on the big screen.

It is best not to approach him in this state.Banner lip-syncs Dick, who wakes up from his nap.

Very mean?Dick responded in bewilderment, rubbing his aching temple.Bruce found that his efficiency had dropped due to continuous high-intensity work, so he simply kicked him out, and he took advantage of the opportunity to touch Tony's studio. After getting along with him these days, he unexpectedly found that he and this Stark were quite hit it off.

More than very mean.Banner made a mouth gesture, in case he was attacked indiscriminately and the Hulk would be provoked to cause further trouble, he shifted his position quite awkwardly, intending to see the situation on the other Bruce's side.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, and subconsciously reached for the cup on the operating table. It was empty and had no smell of alcohol. The liquid on it was obviously coffee.

When will people understand that alcohol should be elevated to the same level as coffee?

Tony got up suddenly, strode towards the door, and patted Dick on the shoulder as he passed by Dick who was about to squint again: "Go, go out and have some fun."

Dick, who has basically been spinning for 24 hours without closing his eyes, glanced blankly at the screen: "How many hours?"

"Five hours, 23 minutes, twelve... 11 seconds."

Dick groaned and buried his face in the pillow: "There is still a meeting tonight."

"Then we only have three hours." Tony said ruthlessly, and when he looked back, he was already dead asleep on the sofa.

Tony: "..."

Tony Stark, who has long-term irregular work and rest and the longest record of staying awake for 52 hours without sleep and looking radiant, was confused on the spot.

His companions were completely hollowed out by work, and Tony had no choice but to forage alone.

Everything sucks, sucks sucks.

The work of setting up the battlefield has been going on for half a month, but the marked energy suddenly rioted, causing the built data model to be directly invalidated. Everyone has been working overtime for data calculation and model reconstruction in the past two days.The part he is in charge of is the final finishing touch and the most important part, and it also bears the greatest pressure.

At this level, he was also locked in the wine cellar by Natasha.

Quite pitiful, helpless and wronged.

The poor, helpless and aggrieved Iron Man immediately put on his armor and flew to his favorite supplier in the city, intending to get two bottles of wine back.

Putting on the armor when entering the store is a bit too hostile. He parked the armor at the door. Or the receptionist is quite comfortable with a suit of armor parked at the door.

Then when Tony entered the warehouse to pick up the goods, the receptionist held his shoulders against the wall directly.

"You put a tracker on me?!" Seeing the face of the receptionist clearly, Tony yelled incredulously, protecting the two bottles of red wine that had just arrived and hadn't warmed up.

Tony, who was sued first, laughed angrily, and Natasha, who threw off her hat with one hand, laughed angrily: "Use your brains that day, Tony, do you think your body is very hidden? If you can change a supplier I'm not going to be able to catch you here a third time."

Tony wanted to take a step back cautiously, but there was already a wall behind him: "Ma'am, this matter is not negotiable."

"I'm not talking to you about this." Her voice was low, her eyes narrowed in warning, this former Soviet agent looked serious like a rattlesnake, or her code name, black widow, one of the most venomous spiders in Australia: "don't worry my business."

"Seriously?" Tony said, shaking the bottle in his hand: "I thought no one would lock my wine cellar except you."

"Maybe it's because I don't want to fucking see you get into the battle armor when you can't tell the difference between southeast and north, and then rot into a puddle of mud that can't be raised anytime, anywhere." She said every word Extremely heavy, frowning.

"Maybe it's because I don't want to see you sitting in the courtyard in the middle of the night and staying up all night." Tony said lightly. "Carol and I have complained no less than ten times about you waking her up in the middle of the night to open the door."

Of course Carol would not complain. Carol, who was a thousand meters away, silently and aggrievedly accepted the blame thrown to her by her employer indiscriminately.

"Gotham, League of Assassins, mermaids. After returning from an undercover mission, huh? Maybe A.H.I.E.L.D.'s protection isn't as impenetrable as they think, or I'm just an undoubted genius. It's not the first time I've robbed those The information is ready. Project Bellona, ​​dangerous S-class weapon, annihilation mission, executor code-named A3, the mission was successful. For more details, please pay attention to A3's mental state."

Finally he said: "Is there a mistake, the A3 that once made Bellona AKA Wiltaud alive?"

"Sometimes being smart is not a good thing," Natasha said.

"I can't agree more." Tony said, with a slightly mocking tone: "I can't even drink a bottle of wine."

But how it turned out that they huddled in the warehouse and got drunk, none of them could remember.

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The author has something to say:

I have a bad habit.

What I write has nothing to do with the outline.

Even the outline written in the morning and the text written in the evening can start to fly.

It's fine if it doesn't stick to the edge, and it's easy to get stuck if it's flying and crooked. (Because it is completely unplanned content)

This is probably one of the reasons why the pigeons are so old qaq

But they're really out of my control whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa