When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The two main forces of the meeting were absent, and when they were struggling to find someone, Natasha landed outside the temporary base under the protection of Mark's armor. Natasha looked quite awake and jumped down from the steel arm flexibly. A hair was stripped out of the armor. Messy Tony Stark.

Banner really hated him for losing the chain because he couldn't tell the occasion, and shouted: "Tony!"

Tony, who was about to go soft as soon as he got out of the armor, was forced to stand up straight by the call, stretched out his hand to pull his tie, and walked in as if nothing happened: "Where did it go?"

If he never drank any alcohol and was fully sober at [-] points, then his current level of sobriety can be scored at [-] points, and the remaining [-] points of drunkenness are all used to suppress anxiety and panic.

Banner was helpless.

The meeting proceeded as normal.

Natasha failed to escape the battle, so she bit the bullet and came back to attend the meeting.As Tony said - face what you have done, whether it is right or wrong.

Fortunately, after the meeting started, that anxious gaze was blocked by the door panel.

Her strong literacy allowed her to miss every key point during the two-hour meeting, and she was already thinking about how to deal with that child.

Leng had countless plans and alternate routes, and was still a little at a loss when he actually faced Val after the meeting.

Maybe she shouldn't have followed Banner's signal back then.

Natasha thought a little stiffly, stuck tightly between turning a blind eye and turning her head away.

The little girl held her little finger and ring finger lightly and restrainedly.

The ice is cool and soft.The fingers are a little thinner than before, because they are growing.

"I'll wait for you, okay?" the little green-eyed girl said reluctantly.

Natasha's two fingers that were being held moved slightly.

She was sure that the amount she drank with Tony wasn't enough to completely shut down her sanity, but by the time she realized it, she had crouched down and hugged the little girl.

Just a hug.

A hug that belongs to Alice, a gentle, kind woman whose biggest mistake she has made in thirty years is to stray into an illegal laboratory in her ignorance.

A fake hug.

When Natasha came to her senses, she quickly withdrew, and even used some skills when she got rid of it, but she still didn't dare to look back.

This time the kid didn't follow.

More than once she felt like a jerk.

I held back myself.Val thought.He reached out and rubbed his face.

Huge loss enveloped her overwhelmingly, which made her curl up in the quilt, full of exhaustion.

For the first time, the normally worry-free child had a preoccupied night.

After falling asleep in a daze, the white clothes in the dream chased her until she woke up. She hugged the pillow in the dark for a long time, and the display screen on the wall glowed blue, 32:[-].

33 points.

A time when no one is supposed to be awake, only her.

She sat alone on the quilt, shrouded in the night, the room was well soundproofed, and the surroundings were too quiet.Her heart seemed to be stuffed with cotton, stuffy and stuffy, and the desire to see someone quietly and quickly grew up quietly and quickly, taking the empty room as food.

The little girl ran out of the room decisively.

The living room is bright, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are tightly drawn, and above it is a holographic grass field.

A half-long-haired man looked over, looking downcast and vigilant, looking at her like a rabbit strayed into the desert.

Val took a step back subconsciously.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what to say, his lips moved, but he closed them helplessly, and turned around.

After a while, when he turned around, he had an extra glass of milk in his hand.

"... want it?" he said.The voice was dry and cramped.

Like a big bear hunched over a spring rabbit hole.

I don’t know why, but this strange imagination that popped up out of nowhere pleased her, and that bit of estrangement and a little bit of bad impression suddenly melted and collapsed. Weier trotted over, and when she stretched out her hand to pick it up, she realized that she was still holding a bag. Pillow.

So the dark brown-haired man took two glasses of milk and walked towards the sofa.

Weier with the little tail followed and sank herself into the sofa. She was not too awake yet, so she huddled herself on the sofa with the pillow as the core, staring at the brown-haired man drinking milk.

"Val." It wasn't until half of the milk was placed on the table that she realized what she said.

Introduce yourself, things to do when you meet strangers.

After introducing herself, she thought again, what did she want to do when she came out?

"Bucky." The man said, and turned his head in the other direction after he realized it, with a look of regret: "...James, I'm James."

She seemed to have heard the name Bucky somewhere.

Weier hugged the pillow, the sofa was very soft, there was air conditioning in the room, it was very warm, it was adjusted to [-] degrees, it was a very comfortable environment, she was a little drowsy, as if the sticky brain was filled with glue A flash of blond hair.

She woke up suddenly.

"Bucky!" she said.

Bucky, who was sitting next to her, was taken aback, and turned his head to the girl who was staring at him. The girl suddenly remembered: "Steve's Alice!"

"What..." Bucky looked astonished.

What Alice?

What does this have to do with Steve?

What is his relationship with Alice?

... Who is Alice, Stevie's girlfriend?

The child earnestly began to count his fingers, making an analogy quite cleverly: "Alice is leaving, do you want to leave too?"

... After comparing herself and Alice, she began to feel weak and sad again.

"Steve talked to you," Bucky said, surprised by Steve's choice of conversation partner. "I don't know what he told you, but maybe I'll go."

The child thought for a while, and replied seriously: "He will be very sad."

"If I don't go now, he'll be sadder later," Bucky said.

His voice is low and soft, and the lights are dimmed according to the time point and mode setting, making the room look like dusk, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are grass fields, giving a strange sense of dislocation.

"Did you see that?" Val insisted.She persevered as if there was an Alice in front of her.

"I just know," Bucky said, chuckling softly, and it was kind of weird how easily a kid could pick up on a topic he wouldn't want to talk to any therapist about: "I shouldn't have come back. "

There was obvious evasion in his words, and there were too many gaps in the ambiguity between his words. Weier tried hard to think about it, but he didn't know what to ask first.

Then a wave of panic hit her.

Will her Alice leave like Bucky?

"He cherishes you very much." Val said, she didn't realize that she had replaced Bucky in Alice's place, as if Bucky left, Alice would be taken away by him.For some reason, she suddenly thought of ice, a beautiful transparent little ice man smashed to the ground, and if Alice went away, she thought, grabbing the pillow, she would shatter like the little ice man.

"If you leave, he will be broken too." She began to be a little nervous, and murmured: "If Alice leaves, I will be very sad, and I will be broken. She doesn't want to make me so sad, she Love me very much."

"You're back," she said, almost pleadingly: "So can you stay?"

"—may I ask you to stay?" she said.

This sounds so helpless.Bucky thought.

Did he also put Steve in such a situation where he had no choice?

He thought of the pile of troubles dragging behind his ass, of himself as the biggest trouble, of the soft-spoken Steve who wouldn't force himself to stay.

If I stubbornly want to leave, Steve will not stop me.

It seems that they only strengthen their own considerations, while killing the other party's "thinking".

Did he give the other party a choice?

"...I don't know." Bucky said, he was tossed up by the nightmare, and he had no plans to go to sleep, and he felt tired after a conversation.

"I don't know," he repeated, his brows relaxed, as if he had figured something out, and he said, "but try to pester her, maybe someday."

He thought, on a certain day when he woke up from a nightmare and was accidentally blocked by a little girl in the middle of the night.

"...Maybe she'll change her mind."

Bucky rubbed her head, saw her bright eyes, jumped off the sofa, ran over, and knocked on a certain door.

...knock on the door?

Whose door is knocking in the middle of the night.

The door opened quickly, and a young man came out. He looked down at her and was a little excited to see that she was fine. After a pause of two seconds, he closed the door again and looked back at the time.

A second later, he opened the door again.

"What?" he said numbly, looking at the pillow in the child's hand.

The child held the pillow with one hand, wrapped his arms around his waist, and threw himself into his arms to hug him.

Jason silently counted to five.

... After counting, two more numbers were added.

He sighed and got up out of breath.Thinking of the child's distraught look during the day, and his dereliction of duty because he couldn't chase him out because of the coordinates.Reluctantly counted two more numbers.

"So, what's up?" he asked.

"Happy." She buried her face in his lower abdomen, her voice muffled.Taking the opportunity to hug her for a while, she announced happily: "...I love Alice so much!"

After the announcement, he obediently let go, no longer coveted Jason's room as before, and ran back to his room.

It was like some kind of catnip that Jason stood waiting to suck. The kitten ran away after sucking it, and threw it away after using it. He was very straightforward, ruthless and cruel.

Jason looked at the closed door next door in silence: "?"

His eyes shifted to someone in the living room who might have had something to do with the kid and cause her to knock on his door in the middle of the night to find fault.

Bucky: "..."

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These chapters are all about talking.