[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

New York, Worthington Manor.

As the sole heir of the Worthington Enterprise, the fact that Worthington III is a mutant is only known to a very small number of people.

His father once spent a lot of money trying to help his son eliminate this "distress", but the innate talent cannot be easily eliminated by artificial means.

Warren himself doesn't really want to recall how much pain he experienced in his childhood. For him, the past is the past.

But during that painful time, at least there was a little comfort, and he didn't really want to forget it.

When he met Aya, it happened to be a dark and rainy night.

The raindrops are like pouring water. It is rare for New York to have such a heavy rain. The lights of the city that never sleeps are blurred into a dim light curtain in the pattering rain. It is hard to tell whether it is the searchlights of the Stark Tower or the New York Financial Bank. In bright.

This kind of excessive rain and the sticky humidity in the air always make people feel anxious. Warren doesn't like rainy days, which make his feathers seem to be covered in a hood.

—another good reason to make him hate his wings a little more.The young Worthington thought indifferently.

However, on such a dark night with lightning and thunder, looking up at the dark sky pierced by electric snakes and revealing a looming and terrifying high sky, he suddenly felt a desire.

The desire came swiftly and sharply, piercing the mask he had imprisoned himself for a long time...

The long rope used to bind the wings suddenly collapsed, and the two-meter-long wing bone broke out into an unbearable itch.

When Worthington was a teenager, he still didn't understand that excessive depression would lead to explosive embankment breaches. By the time he came to his senses and reacted, the shattered glass had scratched him bloody.

——His wings took him, so he broke through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, and went to the high and turbulent electric clouds.

……

To this day, Warren can still recall the joy of that moment.

The closer to the clouds, the brighter the day. The darkness of the night has never been without layers. He is like a brave man who is about to explore the universe. Shake and fall into the air.

——as if he wanted to shake off the suffering of being "different from ordinary people" that he had borne in his short life.

He recalled Gorky's "Petrel" - on the vast sea, the wind rolled with dark clouds.Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning.

For the first time in his life, he was delighted with his talent.

The young angel couldn't remember how long he had been flying, and in which direction he was flying. He was flying against the wind and rain, against the thunder and lightning, and even the fast wind could not sting his eyelids. The special breathing membrane captured the air at extreme speeds. of oxygen.

For a moment, he thought, that's it, he won't use scissors to try to cut off his wings, and he won't curse this deformity given by God...

However, sometimes fate is just like that.

……

In order to get rid of this deformity for his son, King Worthington II hired an entire professional and secretive scientific research team, and an improved version of the "power elimination potion" that does not know the hundreds of generations was discovered during the day. into his body.

Warren, who had experienced countless times of hopes and disappointments, did not take this potion that the researcher said "has a great hope of success" seriously.

——Before he fell asleep, his body didn't change in any way.

But it was just a joke, when he had the first thought of "this is not bad" in his life, the medicine took effect.

I don't know if it was the overly violent flight that accelerated his blood flow and caused the drug to catalyze the effect, or some other predestined reason, the flying angel felt a burst of loss of strength in the sky.

The violent rain knocked off his feathers one by one. Normally, he had to try his best to pluck out one or two white feathers, which hurt him to the marrow. They were easily washed and peeled off by the water curtain. .

The young man with wet blond hair staggered in mid-air, panicked and at a loss as he watched clusters of white feathers fluttering towards the air under his feet.

He tried his best to rely on the somewhat useful wings as a buffer, and drew staggering traces of white feathers in the midair of an unknown area.

In the end, it fell into an unknown nursery from a height of more than ten meters.

Then the embarrassed angel saw a ghost doll hanging upside down on the big tree next to the nursery, with black hair dripping like algae, and swallowed at his wings: "Big... big chicken wings, bake them and eat them!" .”

"Boom!", there was another thunder in the sky, and Aya's face was so pale that it was fake, as white as a ghost.

Angel:)

……

"...Warren?...Are you still listening?"

On the other end of the communicator, Sylvia's slightly worried question finally pulled back Worthington III's divergent thoughts.

The blond angel, whose wings were aching because of past memories, looked at the floor-to-ceiling window to confirm that his wings were still on his back, and that they were not pulled out by Aya and roasted, and replied: "I am here, you can do it anytime." Come here, there is no one else in the manor."

Sylvia on the other end felt that Warren's tone was a little strange, but she put aside her doubts first: "Okay, let's just talk."

A few minutes later, in the castle-style villa of Worthington Manor.

The young man's slender fingers carefully held a heart with golden patterns, and there was a hint of surprise and a hint of bewilderment in his tone: "This is... Aya's heart?"

"...I always feel that you know a lot of things." The brunette girl looked at his expression, looked at his dark golden eyes, and asked her questions straightforwardly.

"When we first met at Xavier College, you recognized me, but did you think I was Aya? Or did you know that I was me?"

Sylvia held back this question for a long time, but on the one hand, she is not keen on inquiring about other people's privacy; Asked.

But now, when it comes to Aya's integrity, she must work with Warren to figure out what happened in the past.

Warren handed the heart back to the girl, staring at her with dark golden eyes, explaining to her, "I know you're not her, but I wasn't sure who you were either—until Doctor Strange affirmed yours." It was only then that I figured out your identity."

Sylvia nodded, and when it came to Strange, he hadn't appeared since he brought her the news of the "talented person" last time, and he didn't know which snow mountain he was cultivating in at the moment.

Pulling back her wandering thoughts, she told Warren, "I only met her when I was four—in my world, not this—when did you meet him?"

Warren just gave the year, and then explained to Sylvia how they met—leaving aside the part about the grilled chicken wings.

"A year earlier than me." Sylvia compared and then asked in doubt, "But you just said——she can talk?"

The angel nodded and looked at her questioningly.

The girl's amber eyes were full of thoughts, and she asked a few more details, and after connecting them together, she concluded:

"Aya was a normal child when she was three years old and before. When she came to me when she was four years old, no one but me could see her, and she couldn't speak, and she was relatively slow-you lost her during that period. information."

"Then Aya came back to this world after she was five years old, you continued to keep in touch with her, she was still normal, and then completely lost contact a few years ago - that year my second grandfather passed away, and in the following years, She was supposed to be with Zemo, and now is."

The two of them sorted out the timeline, and there were basically no omissions.

……

The place where they stayed had a large terrace, from which they could see the back garden of the manor.

In order to check the information in the hands of both parties first, they did not notify Aya of Sylvia's arrival. After experiencing the semi-fusion of Gotham last time, Sylvia's sensitivity to Aya has strengthened, and Aya's sensitivity to her But it has weakened—as if it has been divided into clear priorities.

Just like now, Aya didn't realize that Sylvia was looking at her, she was staying alone in the back garden, expressionless like a rag doll, and a magical scene was going on in her hands.

Angel, who is a mutant, and Sylvia, who has five senses more sensitive than ordinary people, can see what happened there.

Beside Aya's scarred palm, something always appeared and disappeared: occasionally it was a stone with beautiful texture, or a bone china mug that probably came from the kitchen of the manor.

Sylvia looked at it, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly asked the question she had asked before: "Are you sure the Aya you knew before is not like this now?"

Warren froze for a moment, then nodded: "She used to laugh, and she didn't have those injuries on her body." He once thought it was Zemo's fault, but suppressed his anger and asked Aya, but only got a blank negative answer.

——Now it seems...it probably has something to do with the missing heart.

During their conversation, Aya's game had been taken to another level.

Perhaps to add to the fun, Aya will change the things in front of her into half: the arm-length branches are cut into two by invisible forces, the expensive vase becomes a "bowl" with only the bottom of the vase, or a The lively alpaca...

Sylvia: ? ! ? ! ? !

Sylvia: "Aya!"

Aya, who almost dissected the grass-mud horse, turned her head together with the grass-mud horse who was still chewing grass in front of her. The latter didn't know that he avoided the fate of being dismembered because of this call, and uttered "Chirp~ Chirp~ chirp~ chirp~" cry.

Sylvia: "..."

Worthington: "...Two days ago she said she wanted to see what the alpaca looked like, so..."

Although I don't know why Sylvia looks at him so wrongly, and I don't know what's wrong with animals like alpacas, but it's really not that he has a preference for raising alpacas...

Aya stared wide-eyed, strangled the alpaca's neck, and appeared in front of the two of them with a "shua": "Xia Xiya!"

Then his eyes froze on Sylvia's hand that she didn't have time to take back: "..."

Aya: "What is this?"

Grass mud horse: "Chirp~"

Sylvia tried her best to let herself ignore the stupid face of the alpaca, reached out and touched her head, looking at this face that was exactly the same as her own, she was innocently dazed: "This is your heart."

Aya, who raised her head like a cat to meet Sylvia's warm palm, froze suddenly.

Her expressionless face was like a pale doll in the sun.

Then, it was like being melted by the sun.

A string of tears dripped from the corner of the puppet's eyes.

Weeping silently.

The author has something to say:

The second grandpa is a good grandpa...

But he is not Aya's grandfather.

Before dying he took Aya's heart.

The reason is actually not complicated. Most of Thea's power is on Aya, which is a great temptation for any "person", and a doll is a "human" if it has a heart.

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