[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

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"..." "..." "..."

Dead silence, as quiet as death.

The illusionist's rampant laughter was as arrogant as his previous declaration. No one echoed his words. Everyone watched him laugh for a long time before he stopped as if he was tired of laughing. The air was filled with embarrassment.

As he laughed, the Avengers whispered on the other end of the comm.

After hearing the declaration, Barton was silent for a while: "...So he has been engaged in such a big battle for a long time, and the initiative is still in the hands of that little girl?"

Natasha didn't speak, and seemed shocked by the opponent's routine, and took the time to give Fei Jiu a look of "you are so smart".

Fat Jiu, who received this look, said, "...to be reasonable, I always think that this kind of villain with no brains will not survive the second episode of the TV series."

"But it's also possible that the other party feels that their chips are so heavy that they can ignore those twists and turns." A slightly indifferent male voice suddenly interjected, and the people in the car froze for a moment before realizing that it was Bucky who spoke.

In the communication channel, the channel belonging to "Captain America" ​​is also connected.

"Barnes, how is the situation?" It was impossible to count on Tony and Barton. Natasha took over the task of talking to each other.

Bucky said: "The illusionist is trapped by Doctor Strange, and Thea is still in a coma. She seems to be in normal physical condition, but we can't help... Are you coming?"

How many people are in the car:? ? ?

Then they saw a golden-orange circle of light appearing in front of the car, and the light chips were more and more ground by the file, and a space door leading to Wakanda appeared in the air.

Peter recognized the origin of the aperture at a glance, and opened the car door first, and the other three simply abandoned the car and followed him to the door.

Then at a glance, I saw the blond angel with the same stern expression coming out of the opposite circle, and Sylvia who was silently held in Steve's arms.

"It doesn't matter how many more people come." Seeing the extra Avengers, the illusionist was justified in holding Aya's skin, "When she swallows her, the extra body will be me... um... …Well!"

Peter's expression was indifferent, his brown eyes were full of anger, and he simply shot a spider web over his mouth, sealing his mouth—if it wasn't for the concern that this body didn't belong to this person, Peter would probably make up for it again. A few hard punches.

The cloak wrapped around the illusionist's body suddenly laughed silently.

Warren followed Spider-Man and walked towards Steve. Steve looked up at them, and gently handed the girl in his arms who was sweating on the forehead to Peter's hand.

"As a derived soul, it is impossible for a puppet to devour the true master. They can at most fuse." Doctor Strange watched the scene behind them, and suddenly spoke, his words had vicissitudes and thoroughness that can only be achieved after seeing many people and events.

"But you also have to be mentally prepared. The final form of a gifted person can be completely out of the scope of human beings. For Sylvia, immortality can be rejected-after all, she has refused once. But for a doll with a heart Said, she already has the right to say [no] to the original owner... everything is uncertain."

"I know..." Peter said hoarsely, "she will come back."

"Thea likes this world so much..."

"I have to stay with her until then."

……

Fantasy world.

"Like Zemo."

As soon as the words fell, Aya's arms shrank suddenly, and then relaxed as if she was afraid of hurting Sylvia.

Sylvia didn't seem to feel anything—as if the sudden mention of Zemo was just a whim, and she happened to think of a very suitable example.She remained silent for a while, then touched Aya's arm, and continued her previous words.

"...But you know, Nanya. Some people, he/she does a thing, a good thing, not doing it on purpose, but he/she does it when he/she thinks to do it, without even going through think……"

"An act of kindness, whether large or small, is brought to life by someone's deed."

"Some people saw Superman saving the world, and some people saw Spider-Man helping deliver a box of pizza..."

Aya lowered her eyelashes, her light amber eyes were like a pair of opaque glass beads, she didn't know if she was listening or not.

"People might have the misconception that it happened and it was over...but it didn't."

"Everyone, everyone who witnessed this whole event with their own eyes ... will be affected."

"Whether it's a sudden realization at that moment; or in the later life, at a certain moment, the behavior is suddenly and subconsciously affected... Their lives will change after seeing that kind deed."

"You know,—even the most numb citizens at the bottom of Gotham can't really be indifferent to the actions of the Dark Knight."

Sylvia smiled slightly.

"Of course, not everyone changes."

"—Human nature is always complicated."

"Some people, he/she will gradually forget after reading it; some people, maybe only a few people; even only one poor person...he/she has been changed forever."

"He/she will be ignited by that spark, and the red eyes will bear candle tears. Regardless of whether he has superpowers or not, he/she will become another incarnation of a hero—because he/she has seen and witnessed with his own eyes: a hero How can change the whole world."

"So I think..."

The black-haired girl raised her head, her forehead was warmly pressed against the other girl's cheek, and her raised eyebrows happened to meet the other girl's eyes to avoid the drooping eyes.

"That's the kind of superpower that can really change the world—you can't just because it's weak, tiny, elusive, and hard to quantify doesn't mean it didn't work . . . and it never happened."

"In a sense, the world just changed*."

"I don't ask you to be the one who changes the world, but Nanya, I also don't want you to be the one who can't be influenced and changed at all."

"—After all, if this is the result, what I have done has failed too much."

……

The little girl lying on her back is very light, her skin is warm and plump, full of vitality.

Sylvia feels that she is alive, alive, full of joys, sorrows, and sorrows, who dares to love, hate, and resent...

It's not just a puppet, born to carry excessive power.

"Have you remembered? Is this what you expected?" Aya murmured, "Even if I trap you here, do you still feel this way?"

Sylvia sighed, but she answered firmly: "Yes."

This is an illusion full of errors and omissions. No matter how good the promise of the Shi Laozi illusionist was, Aya never believed it could trap Sylvia for a long time from the very beginning.

——Because everything in this illusion is what she expected, not what Sylvia expected.

——From the very beginning, she wanted Sylvia to see these, hoping that Sylvia would be moved and accepted.

Sister, younger sister, a small family... There is no steel flying around in the sky, there is no boy bitten by a spider, there is no old popsicle that is still alive after being fished out of the frozen ocean for more than [-] years, there is no What a magical morning star that can control an entire city.

That's the only way to be real, isn't it real?Isn't ordinary bad?

Compared with those short and bizarre months, this is Sylvia's previous life.

Just stay together like this...isn't it good?

Anyway, these countless parallel worlds are just branches of their own, no matter how ever-changing the world is, it is just a small whirlpool on the tree of dimensions.

One vortex dies, another vortex rises.

Whirlpool and whirlpool, world and world, where is there any big difference?

When one world disappears, they can find another one. Anyway, that world is full of billions of strange creatures: their lifespan is short and their lives are mediocre.

No matter how "great" the achievements are in front of the entire universe, no matter how "excellent" aggression and counterattack are but a drop in the ocean of time, no matter how amazing the legendary history... may be just another A small derivative script of the main world.

What superhero, what Thanos, what Dormammu... In front of the origin of the universe, there is no difference between them.

How ironic, isn't it?

……

"But we are different from them."

Aya was at a loss for explanations.She seems to be struggling with her last stubbornness, maybe even she herself doesn't know the purpose of her struggle—probably because she is not reconciled.

But they are different, they can become a higher existence, as long as they are one, it is eternal.

When she had no heart, Aya once tried to make Sylvia swallow her—even though she didn't even know what she wanted at the time, so she did it subconsciously—but Sylvia refused.

Now that she has a heart, she wants to open her heart and show it to Sylvia, to see the infinite possibilities, endless life, and eternal companionship...

You won't be lonely, because there is always another person by your side.

There is always someone else by my side...

Right, that is it!

Aya thought she had thought of some important point, and she suddenly became happy again: "Are you worried that we will be lost like those gifted people before? No, Thea, they are too lonely, and there are two of us, and we have two personal."

Sylvia just shook her head.

The little girl on the back turned pale, and panicked again: "...if it's because of that spider boy, we can meet him in many worlds, and you can fall in love with him more than once."

Sylvia obviously didn't expect her to say such a thing, she froze for a moment, dumbfounded, and shook her head again.

Aya pursed her lips tightly and stared at her stubbornly, like a stubborn child who couldn't eat candy—in fact, if you really look at her age when she has a "heart", Aya is really just children, single digit age.

"That's different." Sylvia fished her in front of her, face to face, amber to amber, "no matter how many Zemos you find later, he won't be the same as you once in the ruins of Sokovia The one you found; no matter how many Warrens you have afterward, he won't be the one you caught..."

"I can look for it again and catch it again." Aya retorted dryly.

Sylvia smiled slightly, softly but firmly: "Then why don't you go to another world...to find another me."

The little girl's expression finally changed.

She was short of breath suddenly, her pale face flushed with emotion, her pupils trembled and tightened and then loosened again, her lips trembled, opened and closed repeatedly to speak and then closed like a dumb...

Anyone can see her inner activities that are about to explode.

...she looked pitifully on the verge of tears.

Sylvia forced herself to restrain herself from wanting to hold the little girl's comforting hand. For the first time, seeing this face that was exactly like her own, she felt that the other person was completely independent and fragile. She hadn't grown up yet, thinking about things The way is straightforward and lovely.

"Let's go back, Aya." Sylvia led her with a conniving, soft voice.

"Heroes should wait."

……

【end】:

"No...no! It's impossible...who doesn't want to live forever?!"

Sylvia woke up with a hysterical scream.

Her eyelids seemed to be covered with a thick layer of glue, and her body seemed to be attached to a warm chest. She felt her body trying to move.

Through the thin eyelids, she saw the golden light so strong that it shone through the skin and capillaries.

"Thea... Thea!..."

She heard the tired sound of soda water, which seemed to be full of infinite surprises.

The power that had been stripped from the body and the warm golden light chain that was reconnected slowly passed over, and a brilliant sea of ​​light gradually rose and fell in the brain.

Strength gradually filled her limbs, and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness was washed away by the familiar force, as if she moved a little, and the bones could make a new "crack" sound.

So she had the strength to open her eyelids.

The orange light in Doctor Strange's hands was woven into a cage, and a translucent man screamed like a mental patient in mid-air...

Aya broke free from the shackles of the magic cloak, slapped away the corner of the cloak that wanted to touch her, and then pulled the spider web stuck on her mouth with a dissatisfied face...

Natasha and Barton seem to be very interested in the spirit body in mid-air, but they are more interested in the little princess Su Rui. She is holding a half-person-high instrument and can't wait to dissect the spirit body directly with a photon knife...

Steve and Bucky hugged each other and smiled, the soft light in the lake blue and emerald green eyes was exactly the same.

Then there's Peter, Spider-Man, New York City neighbor, future Avenger, her little boyfriend.

The girl's pupils lifted up little by little, and slowly met his cautious eyes, as well as the messy curly hair on his forehead.

"Hey, Mr. Parker, are you trying to wake me up with a kiss?"

She smiled, and suddenly felt that she was particularly like Sleeping Beauty waking up from the castle.

Peter looked like he was crying or smiling, and he cherished and solemnly kissed her on the lips—the moment he touched her, it seemed to be for verification.

He raised his head and seemed to have something to say, but he was taken aback midway and looked into the air:

——I saw that the light chain connecting Sylvia and Aya was completely broken.

As if some connection had been stripped from the bottom of their hearts, Sylvia and Aya looked at each other at the same time, realizing that from then on, they were completely two independent individuals.

Aya's face was blank for a moment, she lowered her head as if she had lost her most beloved Peppa Pig, and pouted with a lively expression.

Standing beside Aya, Warren covered her with his half-spread wings, and was bitten down by the little girl's retort. He was tortured as if venting his anger, but he was not angry—instead, he smiled happily.

Sylvia also laughed, turned her head and turned Peter's head: "I think I'm great today, don't you praise me?"

The brown-haired boy whose mouth was deformed by her hands looked at her for a full five seconds, described her vivid expression, and held her warm body instead of cold... staring at Sylvia uncontrollably Get comfortable.

after awhile.

"Yes... I want to praise you..."

A smile filled his eyes, and Peter's expression finally relaxed, but it was replaced by another, weirder expression.

"Forest girl Miss Sylvia..."

Mr. Spider-Man seemed to think seriously for a few seconds before speaking.

"Excuse me, if you want your boyfriend, how can you praise the little CP video you just made? Isn't it super-amazing?"

Sylvia: "..."

Sylvia stumbled: "... [-]. So-so."

"When will you cut ours?"

"Go back, cut it when you go back."

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———[The end of the main story]———