[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

"Miss Sylvia."

This call is like the wind blowing faintly in the mountains, the sound in the wind cannot be heard clearly, it whizzes past, and it is inconvenient to hear.

She wanders in every corner of the dimension. It is human nature to create, which is why Yahweh created Adam on the sixth day.

Inheriting the ability of the Lord, sometimes human beings do not know what kind of creation they will create.

They also don't know, when the infinite creations are gathered together, what kind of... how glorious and terrifyingly magnificent the world in the technological dimension has.

When you experience it yourself, you will feel that what you have glimpsed in the entire previous life is just a corner of the world, a drop in the ocean.

It would be a sin to waste every second when this knowledge could be snooped and absorbed.

"Thea."

Who is calling her?

"Thea."

Somewhat annoying.

"Thea..."

But it's very familiar, gentle enough to make you want to cry.

Countless stationary light beams suddenly accelerated, swooping behind her like flowing photons. This retreat made it impossible to tell whether they were retreating or she herself was moving forward at the speed of light.

She saw a door of light at the end—and it seemed like a sea.

She rushed in.

……

Cornflower's blue eyes looked over with tolerance and gentleness.

This gaze seemed to blow away all the fog and wind, blowing her brain gradually sober.

"...Charles?"

Sylvia lowered her head and saw her hands.

Her body—intact—stands on the brown-red wooden floor, and the moist patina covering the board tells her that this is the principal's office of Xavier College.

But she still asked, "Where is this place?"

The girl raised her head, and the curly black hair slid down her slender shoulders, bouncing slightly, every inch was so real that it was terrifying.

"Here's our thinking."

Charles - who was sitting in the metal X wheelchair - stood up and the wheelchair disappeared behind him, replaced by two soft and comfortable fabric sofas, which, although nice, didn't quite fit the antique house .

"Would you like some cookies?"

So on the coffee table between them were hot and freshly baked cookies, all placed in small bamboo baskets lined with lace paper, each piece was round and small, looking very crispy.

—Sylvia found herself suddenly changing from standing to sitting face to face with Charles.

The sweet as hell aroma rose from the cookie, and she twisted a piece, eager to taste it—and then she tasted the best cookie she'd ever had in her life.

"Crackling" chewing sensation, bursting crispness and just the right sweetness, wheat flavor, and milk flavor.

Charles smiled and blinked at her, tasted a piece, and then smiled in surprise: "Is the cookie such a delicious thing in your mind?"

Sylvia swallowed and said, "No, nothing I've ever eaten is so delicious... But I was just thinking about what it would taste like if it was made by Ah Fu."

It was the most delicious flavor she could come up with.

"Oh, do you know Professor Alfred? - Alfred, Batman's butler, I like him very much."

Charles raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "I only know that the butler of the Wayne family in Gotham is called Alfred."

Sylvia gave him a wink of "you know what I know and we don't say anything", and then happily made a zip gesture on her mouth.

Charles couldn't hold back for a moment: "Pfft..."

Charles: "When you go back to college, please ask Hank to bake you some cookies. Although they may not be as good as the ones eaten here, they are still very delicious."

Sylvia: "Oh my God, Mr. Hank actually cooks." The blue fluffy baked finger-sized cookies are really foul.

"But how to get out? I just looked around and couldn't find the exit..." In fact, it was a miracle after looking around, and I completely forgot to go out.

Thinking of it this way, a little bit came out on his face, the indescribable amazement after seeing the vast world, which can be seen without mental abilities.

"What did you see?" Charles asked, looking at her gently.

The girl propped her cheeks and thought for a while, but she still felt indescribable: "Human beings are so amazing..."

And most people, it is very likely that they will not be able to see through this magical corner in their entire lives.

The professor said: "You are now part of this magic."

As far as he knows, Sylvia is currently the only super human with this ability.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, and he was worried at first.

This kind of ability beyond the human body can be said to be infinitely close to immortality—if human technological civilization does not go extinct, if Sylvia is willing.

It is not uncommon in the world for mutants to go astray due to overpowering abilities.

And an ordinary little girl who is not deeply involved in the world can easily fall into this ability.

The girl with amber eyes was stunned for a moment by his words, and it was only then that Charles noticed that there was a circle of mysterious warm gold in her amber color.

"...No." Sylvia thought for a while, and came up with an adjective, "I'm more like a bystander than a part of it."

"That information is too much, professor, just look at this high-tech level, I am more suitable for eating, drinking and drinking single cells."

Charles was stunned for half a second, then laughed, and took another piece of biscuit from the coffee table: "For example, eat this? Let's have a few more. You won't be able to eat it when you leave here."

The girl immediately looked serious: "You are right."

It's too reasonable to say.

……

The Avengers waited in the lab for a while.

It didn't take long, just a few minutes. After the worry about Silvia disappeared, the whole atmosphere was rather awkward.

— Mainly between the captain and Tony.

Even if they don't know what the "truth" about the past and future that Sylvia is hiding is, they are still somewhat affected by that ghost video.

Countless not-so-good guesses wandered in his mind.

In this weird atmosphere, the little spider wanted to cry but had no tears.

Fortunately, Charles' voice reappeared soon: "Thea is fine, she just didn't react for a while."

At the same time as his words fell, everyone saw that the warm golden light that had been scattered in all directions recondensed from all directions, getting brighter and brighter.

The light broke the silence in the room, and the girl's voice sounded like Friday, coming from nowhere: "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't respond just now, Friday called me, right?"

"Yes, Miss Sylvia," said Friday.

Peter: "Wow... It feels like you are talking alone, except that the voice is different."

"Hey little spider, I'll be out soon, let me find the door first...emmmmm..."

Then everyone saw the light scurrying through the messy pipes, just like the little game Doudou that was popular more than ten years ago.

"Oh, I seem to have seen something I shouldn't have seen, Mr. Stark, do you have the habit of saving the photos of the cover girl?"

Mr. Stark: "...No I'm not I didn't!"

"Let me find my way again... Uh, I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" The voice in the second half of the sentence was almost screaming.

Mr. Stark: "..." Please don't say what you saw again!

Sylvia walked and uttered "Oh sorry", "My God", "Where is the door"... and so on. Tony brought coffee from the mechanical assistant and drank the dead fish. Eye.

So be it, let it go with the wind.

"I feel like I'm about to find..."

Her words stopped suddenly, and in the eyes of everyone, the warm golden halo stayed in place and flashed suddenly.

Peter: "...Thea?"

no answer.

……

Huge and dynamic data streams.

Sylvia saw a ray of gold.

Countless crystal blue "0"s and "1", countless virtual and real beams and chip bodies, bright crystal blue colors of sci-fi filled her path forward.

After skimming yet another pile of data storing information "she doesn't seem to be looking at," Sylvia had to start detouring.

Fortunately, although the data is mixed, for her in her current state, the difference between detours is only 0.01 seconds and 0.001 seconds.

The girl didn't panic. After bumping into the south wall a few times, she finally learned to block the "receive message after touching" flag, and even had the leisure to push them away from the beams of light that formed the wall before passing through—just Like pulling back the beaded curtains that make up a curtain.

It was in this situation that Sylvia bumped into the out of place gold.

What she can see herself is a bright warm golden mass, and when she spreads out, she can sense where a part of herself is distributed.

Therefore, she was very sure that the golden object crouched in the middle of a cube made of crystal blue light beams was not herself.

Its color is much lighter than hers, and it is closer to golden white. It looks very fragile and crumbling as a whole, as if it is supported by other crystal blue light beams around it.

This made her subconsciously reach out and stroke it, wanting to straighten it.

Jinbai trembled like it was ticklish.

shaking...

This is not her illusion.

It was the only string of data that gave her a response in the entire dimensional world, and Sylvia blinked—although she doesn't have an organ like an "eye" now—he became very interested in it.

"Just take a look... I'll just take a look... I shouldn't see any restricted grades, right?"

After comforting herself, Sylvia plunged in neatly.

……

She thought she was going to see something weird.

Like a Tony Stark selfie or something?

And she did see Tony Stark...

Standing, sitting, slumped on the ground, opening the neckline of the pajamas to reveal a ring-shaped hollow, and the reactor on the chest shining through the T-shirt...

Those who drink champagne, those who hold beautiful women, those who eat donuts sitting in the hollow of a huge donut model, those who wear armor and fly blindly in the sky, those who smile like a fool, and those who hold their mouths like a three-year-old ...

Tony Tony Tony...

This string of faint little data is like an exhibition of Stark's life, with countless strange pictures and moving pictures - data and code are very magical things, such a small string of light beams can store an unknown number of megabytes of information , not to mention how many beams there are in the entire data dimension.

Sylvia didn't know whether she should continue watching or leave. Reason told her that this might just be a piece of surveillance data, but her strange intuition dragged her back and nailed her to the spot.

She tentatively let out a small voice: "Hi..."

no respond.

She still stubbornly stayed where she was.

The warm golden color kept wandering around the platinum light beam, squeezing away the crystal blue ones next to it. She took away their energy domineeringly, and concentrated all the warmth in this small and thin core.

Then she heard a voice.

"For you, sir, always."

"What is it you are trying to achieve, sir"

"Sir, take a breath."

"Enjoy yourself, sir."

……

Like the murmurs of young birds unconsciously begging for food in their nests, these completely illogical recordings repeat indiscriminately.

Sylvia took a small breath, as if afraid of blowing away the small light beam, and asked it: "Jarvis?"

Is that you, is that you.

The thin, golden-white hairs suddenly straightened.

"...Jarvis?"

This is a recording of a man.

"As your service, sir."

—Jarvis?

— At your service, sir.

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