When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

In my barren land, you are the last rose.

— Neruda

Lazy sunlight shines in from the window, two people are squeezed on the sofa that is only big enough for one person to lie on.

The sofa was big enough for Celia, but Superman immediately felt that the sofa was one size smaller when he lay down.Superman was lying on the sofa, holding Celia in his arms, and gently rubbing her soft waist with his fingers.

Clark stroked Helia's tender skin with his fingers, he lowered his head, looked at Helia on his chest, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Aren't you hungry, Celia?"

Celia didn't speak, just lowered her head, stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around Clark's neck.

Like a sloth hugging a big tree, it refuses to move.

Clark just felt that Celia was more dependent on him after recovering her memory than before.

Celia just buried her face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.Superman's heartbeat is like an ancient big clock, which is always so calm and gives people a sense of security, as if no matter what happens, it will not make his heart beat out of rhythm.

After a while, Celia spoke in a muffled voice.

"Carl."

"how?"

"I am afraid."

Clark was taken aback.It seemed that this word shouldn't have appeared in Xilia's mouth.In the memory, the alien girl who always seems to be calm about everything seems to have been injected with a dose of soft soul.She is a hybrid of Celia and Celia, and she has human touch and emotions, so she is naturally afraid.

Who would not be afraid of being an enemy of the God who created him?

His hand patted Celia's back slowly.

"It's okay, Celia," said Superman. "With me, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll protect you."

Celia raised half of her face, revealing a pair of blue eyes on his chest.

"But you're Clark now, not Superman."

"Even if I don't have divine power, I will protect you forever." Clark said softly and deeply, "I swear to you."

Celia fell silent.

She sniffled and buried her face down again.

"Do you love me?" she asked again.

Celia lowered her head, and Clark couldn't see her expression.

"I love you."

"How much do you love me? More than you love Louise?"

Clark was a little helpless, he smiled.

"More than anything in the world, more than myself."

Celia said nothing.

After a while, she whispered: "We have only known each other for such a short time, how can you love me so deeply? I knew that all of this was premeditated. Your falling in love with me is what the world needs..."

Superman can't laugh or cry, why can't love too much and love less?

"I said, I love you more than I love myself." He said gently, "It also means that I am willing to give up the control of the 'plot', I am willing to be a person who is not free, and I don't care whether my feelings are Why did it start, because I understand that the person I like is you."

Celia raised her head quietly, and met Clark's smiling blue eyes.Well, she thought, maybe he was sincere, and she didn't see any concealment in his eyes.

"What about you, Celia?" Clark reached out and stroked her hair. "I always say I love you, but you don't. I want to hear you say it once too—do you love me?"

Celia opened her mouth, and finally closed it, and she snorted.

"I told you," she added, "on the night we were together."

Clark was taken aback, he remembered, on that moonlit night.Celia's cat-like light blue eyes shone brightly in the darkness, but she was a little puzzled by the complicated interpersonal feelings, showing doubts on her face.

After a pause for a few seconds, her voice rang out in the darkness.

[I have nothing. ]

[I'm here for you. ]

Clark remembered this matter, but with the prospect of a world crisis, the aftertaste feels completely different now.He opened his eyes slightly, his throat suddenly sore.

An unexplained sense of panic hit his back.He seemed to be back in the gem world again, passing through his country bungalow, only to see the bodies of the Kent couple piled against the wall, covered with white cloth.This fear of loss almost disappeared after Xilia's arrival.But at this moment, his heart constricted again.

He gently, gently tightened his arms, wrapping Celia even tighter.

"I don't like your confession, it's too sharp." He said softly, "Can you change it to a softer way?"

Clark wanted to hear Celia say she loved him, something he rarely heard from Celia.

However, Celia supported him.Then she raised her head and gave him a kiss.

After more than ten seconds of lingering lips and tongues, Xilia finally raised her head, the blue eyes of the sky and the stars stared at each other.

"You are more important to me than myself," she said.

Clark knew she was replying to what he had just said about his confession that he loved her more than himself.

He hooked the corner of his mouth.

"You just refuse to tell me bluntly, are you shy?"

"Girls are like that," said Celia.

He wanted to say something more, but Celia interrupted him.Her hands began to scratch restlessly.Clark gasped for breath as he grabbed her wrist.

"Silia, it's daytime."

Celia raised her head, and he saw the suppressed and desolate fear in the depths of her eyes.

She blinked, and the emotion at that moment disappeared.

"Can't you?" She just asked innocently.

Clark's heart throbbed.He knew she was afraid, but he seemed unable to do anything to help her dispel her fear.If she is afraid of Thanos, any person or thing in this space, he can make her fear disappear after regaining his power.

But she was afraid of herself, of the Creator.

He is powerless.

Clark's chest rose and fell, he lowered his head, and actively kissed Celia's lips.

Her inconsolable fear became his restlessness.The two responded to each other with exceptional enthusiasm. Clark's mind was in a mess, but after he realized it, he had already switched positions, confining Celia between his arms and the sofa.

That's it.Superman thought.

If God took out the rib of man when he made woman, at this moment, he wanted to press her back into his chest.Dispel those fears, let her take his heart, and he resists those pressures and dangers.

He's superhuman, and he deserved it.

Clark thought wildly until a soft hand stroked the back of his head.

He lowered his head and looked at Celia.She smiled softly, like she was that heartless little alien madman again.

Superman's eyes moved slightly, he bent down, and kissed her lips, chin, collarbone...

...

The sun slanted down, and Xilia woke up from the drowsiness.She woke up on the bed in the bedroom, the door was ajar, and she could hear the sound of washing dishes from the kitchen, and the radio was playing a sunset classical music program.

Occasionally, a man's figure would appear on the floor, and the residual warmth of the setting sun would flow around his shadow.Celia leaned on her arm, and she watched his shadow, his beautiful profile was projected on the floor.

She stretched out her hand slowly, and hooked the sun with her fingers.

It's funny how she hasn't lost everything yet, but already misses it.

Her life is not a heroic story, or even ordinary.In this world, even ordinary people show up in comics and shining moments, but she is the only one who has nothing to do with all of this.She is not even a substitute for anyone, but an even smaller existence.Her existence seems more like a program in this world, the last firewall.

Celia wasn't supposed to have it all.If their universe is not remembered, then she will spend her whole life doing nothing, and will not have any intersection with the protagonist.

That's all she does.

She is so pale.

How can she get an idol for all mankind?

Superman gave her different colors of the world, gave her love, pain, fear, gave her everything.

Celia thought, she should be satisfied, right?After all, she was supposed to be a bystander in this world, she was the rescue program hidden in the ordinary, she was the one who robbed Louise's boyfriend, if Celia didn't show up, these two should be together as the hero and heroine.

But not enough, far from enough...

Celia's eyes dimmed.

At this moment, it rained suddenly outside the window, and a few seconds later, thunderstorms swept across the entire area.

After Superman traveled across the world in thunder and lightning, rain meant something else to Celia.She propped herself up to meet Doctor Strange's eyes by the window.

His body stood there transparently, the mottled rainwater wet the ground through him.

Neither of them spoke, and Strange stared at her closely.Strange's voice sounded in Celia's mind.

"Are you really ready, Celia?" His mouth was pursed into a serious line, but his voice kept ringing, "You may win, or you may cause everything to collapse."

"Are you really ready to carry our entire world on your shoulders?"

Celia smiled slowly, and she nodded towards Strange's shadow.

Strange's eyes dimmed, and after a while, his voice rang in her mind.

"Deadpool's ability is immortality. So if he doesn't get hurt, high-dimensional humans won't be able to detect power fluctuations." He said, "If you are prepared, Deadpool will hurt himself and attract the other party's attention. The rest... I don't know what you're going to do, but good luck."

"Thank you." Celia said softly.

Strange looked outside the door, and after a while, he turned back.

"Deadpool will pick you up tomorrow morning." Strange hesitated to speak, as if he could not continue.Finally, he reluctantly opened his mouth and said, "If you have made up your mind, then this is your last night, so let's say goodbye."

Celia chuckled again and nodded.

The thunderstorm outside the window began to diminish.

Strange turned to leave, but in the end he couldn't help turning his head back.

"Xilia! This is destined to be a one-way ticket. If you really want to do this, we can't save you!" He said desolately, "Have you really thought about it?"

Celia slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"It's best if you can't save me."

After the rain, the sky cleared, and the window was bright again, but there was no one around the window.

Clark was cooking in the kitchen, but he seemed to hear the noise and walked over.

"what did you just say?"

Celia turned her head, and she smiled softly.

"I said I love you, Carl."