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

The two stared at each other in silence, and after a while, Clark remembered to let go of his hand.

He straightened up slightly, without squinting, as if nothing had happened—which seemed to be the only way for Superman to deal with his own unsolvable predicament.

"Sure enough, soldiers are all barbarians!" Shelia threw the quilt aside, and she murmured, "At least my former brothers treated me politely. You are ruder than you look."

Hearing this, Clark frowned, and he looked at Celia.

"I will always be better than those people you have known in the past, and you will gradually find out in the future." Clark said, "Even if you want to stay here, you still need to go back to the Fortress of Solitude with me. The knowledge and wealth that came down should be half of yours."

"I don't want to go." Celia muttered as if refusing to cooperate, "I'm tired."

Jarvis, who has been raising Xilia for more than a month, will know that it is enough to feed delicacies at this time.But Superman is not that proficient yet. As a straight man who has dominated the world but lived alone for many years, he frowned, not thinking it was easy.

So, Clark used the most direct method—he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and as soon as he pulled her up, Celia yelled, "It hurts! It hurts!"

Superman clearly knew that he hadn't put any effort into it. Moreover, since Celia had experienced the experience of her bones being broken before, the last time he accidentally broke her bones, Celia didn't even frown. Does it hurt to hold her wrist?But Clark let go of his hands. He crossed his arms and frowned as he looked at the girl sitting beside the bed with a look of recklessness.

"What exactly do you want?" He suppressed his tone and said as seriously as possible, "You want me to protect you for a while, and you want to pursue freedom for a while."

"I want it all." Celia muttered as she sat on the bed.

"No, you can only choose one." Clark said, "If you want to live on Earth, you have to follow the rules of living on this planet, and you can't always override it like this."

Clark sincerely hoped that Celia could listen to it. Celia sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. Could it be that she listened...?

"Okay, I understand." Finally, Superman was relieved to hear Celia say, "I will listen to you and live here like a human being on Earth."

"You can do it?" Superman said, "Then I will protect you for life."

"Yes." Xilia nodded quickly, "It's just replacing the original rules around my father with the rules of your earthlings. I understand. Don't worry, you will definitely be satisfied."

Superman was indeed satisfied, he turned around, and just took a few steps outside before he felt that something was wrong, he turned his head, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his temples were throbbing.

"I'm different from Thanos!" he said in a deep voice.

"I know you are different." Celia said inexplicably and innocently, "You are not as handsome as him."

Superman: ...

"I'm not asking you to compromise like you used to, do you understand?" Clark said, using all his eloquence to explain the incident, "We are of the same race, so I won't do that to you, and you can start a new one." life."

Celia looked really confused this time.

"Have you lived with the people of Earth for a long time, and you go around like this, I really don't understand. Can you briefly express your thoughts?" she said, "What do you want me to do?"

Clark once again deeply realized that communicating with Celia is simply the most difficult thing in the world. He would rather chase down a dozen criminals than reason with her. It is really too difficult.

He just wanted her to stop being so aggressive and to be a little more stable, but she was able to directly equate all this with her past life.Clark felt that Celia herself didn't know that her past life was deformed. What she meant now, didn't she just change the way of compromising?It's just that the target has changed from Thanos to them.How on earth did she connect a small thing with such a big thing?

"I—" Superman thought about it, and then he said reluctantly, "I just hope you can be more obedient."

"I said I understood." Celia said helplessly, "I used to be very obedient, and I have a lot of experience in this."

Superman didn't think she understood at all.

His chest was heaving and his mind was blanked by Helia. He really didn't know how to communicate with her.

"Forget it." He sighed heavily, "Just be yourself. Only one thing, don't hurt the earth!"

Celia's eyes lit up slowly.

"Then I'm going to find Proxima Centauri!" she cheered.

Superman finally understands that Celia is a natural person by nature. She is afraid of being beaten, and then she has a little advantage to go to the front of others. This is a typical example of a short memory, and the character of Deadpool There are similarities in the same way.Even if he asked her to restrain herself a little bit, she couldn't understand and could only completely suppress herself.

Superman closed his eyes, and let out a heavy breath.

Forget it, forget it, don't be angry.He comforted himself, what else can you do with the troubles and fellows you insist on looking for?I can only accept it.

As long as Celia doesn't endanger the safety of the earth, what splashes can she make?The big deal is to transfer the Proxima Centauri secretly, and then pass the matter on to Bruce or Tony.

Bruce/Tony: ...there was a chill behind my back for no reason.

"It's up to you." Clark made up his mind, but on the surface, Clark said lightly.

That's right - he can't control Celia, just do the opposite.That night, he had several agents secretly transfer Proxima to the Justice League's underground prison.Of course, all this has not happened yet, and Celia doesn't know it yet.

"Can you go to the North Pole with me now?" Clark asked again.

When Silia thought of such a distant path, and a lonely fortress with only a bunch of cold technological weapons, she revealed rejection all over her body.The world is so cold, only the food cooked by Jarvis is so warm... Xielia was thinking, when there was a knock on the door outside, the two raised their heads, and saw Jarvis, whom Xilia was thinking of, came in .

"Jarvis!" Celia cheered very enthusiastically.It can be said that her favorability for Jarvis ranks first so far.

Jarvis showed a slight smile, and as expected, he brought the freshly prepared seafood from behind.The huge Tyrannosaurus lobster has been cooked properly, and Jarvis even took care of the shell, so Celia can only focus on eating.

Celia cheered, and was about to eat the lobster with a plate. Jarvis handed her the gloves before remembering to put them on.

Jarvis smiled slightly as he watched Celia feasting.

"Silia, you are going back to the Fortress of Solitude with Mr. Kent, you should understand your own life experience, right?"

Celia grabbed the lobster meat, agitated her cheeks, and seemed to be lost in thought.

Jarvis took out another small bag and put it beside Celia.

"Eat on the road." Jarvis said, "I remember that Mr. Wayne's butler, Alfred, is also very skilled. You can drop by Mr. Wayne's house as a guest."

Celia glanced at the small bag, thought for a while, and then said, "Okay then."

Jarvis slowly stood up straight, and Clark and the two men looked at each other, showing a faint smile that concealed merit and fame, and then left the scene.

Clark was silent for a moment, why did he feel that Jarvis's smile had a showy smile of 'see, I'm just that good'?It must be his illusion. After all, Jarvis is not a real human being. How could there be such a small feeling of showing off?Well, it must be an illusion.

By the time Celia finished eating the entire lobster, which was enough for four people, she looked much more talkative.

"Let's go." Clark said, "It's just that I will take you to familiarize yourself with the feeling of flying, and you can fly by yourself in the future."

"What?" Although she had seen Superman flying around, Xilia still couldn't help being surprised, she couldn't connect herself with things like Feitian.She hesitated and said, "Can I really fly by myself? I'm not a Kryptonian pureblood. Will half of me fly and fall?"

"No." Superman said helplessly, "There is only the saying that you can fly or not, how can half of it fall down?"

When the two went outdoors, Superman was thinking about how to teach Celia—for him, flying was like the instinct of a bird. How could he explain it clearly?

"First of all, you have to feel the power under your feet..."

Clark squatted down slightly, and before he could continue speaking, Celia had already lifted her arms and hooked Clark's neck with ease.Superman was silent for a while, and the two of them looked at each other. Celia opened her eyes wide and tilted her head, using this action to wonder why Superman stopped here.

Superman was silent for a moment.

Forget it, next time.

He wrapped his arms around Celia's legs and stood up.Many, many years ago, Clark used this hold to rescue many people from distress. This hold is safe enough and very gentlemanly. Having a small distance of golden centimeters allows him to have the least contact with the other party, polite and has a sense of space...

Then, Celia's upper body limply leaned over and hugged Clark's neck firmly.

...well, the golden distance is gone.

"Why don't you leave?" Celia rested her chin on his shoulder, turned slightly, and looked at Clark, like a taxi driver.

Superman didn't speak, and his expression was as handsome and indifferent as ever.He raised his head—the grass on the meadow was blown low by the air current, and the two of them had been lifted into the air in an instant.

Now that Celia's Kryptonian hybrid identity is clear, Clark doesn't have to slowly test it out because she is worried that her body can't stand high-speed flight like a human.

"Hold on tight," Superman said in a deep voice.

Then, the two headed towards the North Pole like arrows leaving the string.

Celia thinks this is much more fun than taking a spaceship.Although Superman's acceleration was faster than before, Celia got used to it after a while. She slightly let go of Clark's shoulders and looked down—the endless American continent, and all the central cities were built like New York. The modern jungle feel of a high rise.Outside the central city, there are relatively ordinary scattered small towns, and further outside is a large yellow farmland, which is clearly separated.

When on the ground, people are in the city, but they only watch and care about the things in front of them.But when we came to the sky, we found that the existence of each individual life was constantly shrinking, and what we saw instead was the whole country, even the whole continent.

Countless cities passed in front of them, Silia looked at it, and suddenly remembered that she used to wander around in the universe with Thanos' spaceship, and there were countless lives on every planet, but they stood far away , Looking at it again, it seems that they also disappeared in the silent universe.

On Earth, she has experienced many firsts. When Superman took her to the North Pole, she realized for the first time that there are so many life forms on a planet.It turned out that she was watching from a distance in the spaceship, and she could only see the entire bare planet. She only knew that Thanos and other brothers and sisters always returned with the joy of victory, but she didn't understand what that meant.

Xilia thought about it, but there was still not much fluctuation in her heart.She was not the one who used to kill, even for her who grew up in the law of the jungle, it seems that all this is normal. It is precisely because of the strength of Thanos and other brothers and sisters that they can go in the name of ideas Killing half the population of all planets along the way can also seriously injure her multiple times.

The weak are devoured by the strong, but the murderer must be determined to be killed, isn't it?Therefore, Celia didn't think there was anything wrong with the superheroes' defeat of the Anti-Thanos fleet and her bullying and challenging Proxima Centauri when she changed her identity.It's just that she understands it very well, and Proxima Xing is still unwilling to accept the new identity.

"What are you thinking?" Superman asked when he saw Celia's lips pursed slightly and her light eyes staring at the ground.

"I'm thinking of you." Celia retracted her body, leaning on Superman's shoulder, stroking her wind-torn hair.

The answer caught Superman off guard, and he turned to look at her sideways.

"What do you miss me?"

"The world and the earth you see every day are completely different from what humans see." Xilia said, "Don't you feel that you are out of place here?"

Superman turned his head and looked straight ahead.

"Your question is very humane." He said, "Maybe the Avengers still have a little influence on you."

Celia didn't speak, she knew Clark would answer her question.

Sure enough, Clark went on to say, "I already felt out of place with other people when I was in school. The others don't get along well. Besides—I don't need to."

"No need for anything?"

"I don't need to be accepted by Earth or anyone," said Superman in a deep voice, "I just want peace on Earth."

"Your obsession is so deep." Celia leaned over, lying on Clark's shoulder, blinking her eyelashes, watching him, "That's great, I also want to have some obsession. That must be very fun."

"You already have," said Superman. "You don't care about anyone, not even yourself. But you love your sister."

"I will love no one," said Celia. "Love is weakness."

In the wind, the corner of Superman's mouth inadvertently raised a small arc—is that a smile?

"That's good too. Without love, there is no pain of loss."

"If you say that, I want to love someone instead." Xilia said thoughtfully.

"You want to feel the pain?" Superman snorted softly, "Tony is right, you are a little alien monster. I really don't know what is going on in your mind."

It would be surprising if other superheroes were around—after losing his parents and suppressing the Earth, Superman has only smiled a handful of times in the past 15 years.In a way, he shuts himself off, shutting out even his friends from the Justice League.He doesn't even talk to anyone other than Bruce who insists on visiting him.

During these days, what he said to Xilia, even if it was a headache and irritability, had already caught up with the amount of conversations he had with other people this year.

The two reached the North Pole faster than last time, and Celia saw Superman's lonely fortress shining brightly in the daylight, like the pupil of the North Pole.

The two fell, Superman opened the door, and Celia once again entered the huge and beautiful fortress.Every sparkling ice crystal seems to be more beautiful than precious stones.Once again they pass a hallway displaying several Superman uniforms, each with the S on the chest glowing in the light.

"The pattern on the chest of my uniform is also the family crest of my Kryptonian family." Compared to the silent and arrogant last time, Superman said this time, "And this pattern, on our planet, also represents hope."

It's a strange feeling, Superman seems to have her as his kind.But Xilia doesn't feel anything yet—it's hard for a person who grew up drifting in the universe to really feel a sense of belonging there, let alone a planet that has disappeared.

They continued to walk in, and above their heads, several small round robots the size of steamed buns buzzed and flew around.

"They also belong to Kryptonian technology, which is the inspiration for the mechanical police of the earth." Superman said.

The two passed through the corridor, and there were several forks at the end of the corridor. Celia remembered that the leftmost main road led to Clark's observation room with hundreds of screens.This time, he took her directly on a side road.After a while, the road in front of them was blocked by a huge, inconspicuous gray iron gate, and there was a palm-sized platform on the left hand side of the iron gate.

"It contains all the relics and cosmic technology rescued from Krypton." Superman gestured, "Go and open the door, Celia." Seeing that Celia seemed a little puzzled, he added, "As long as someone with Kryptonian blood Anyone can open this door."

Celia took two steps forward, she looked at the scanner, and for a moment, she hesitated.

What if she didn't actually have Kryptonian blood, but someone else just got it wrong?If she was an ordinary alien like Proxima Centauri, would Superman still treat her like this?Will the other chaoying switch from POW to accept her?

These thoughts flashed through Celia's mind, she didn't show it, she just pursed her lips lightly, then raised her left hand and placed it on the scanning table.Celia felt that a drop of blood seemed to flow from her index finger, and the blue and green light on the scanning table moved up and down.

She let go of her hand and stared at the scanner with Superman... Ten or 20 seconds passed, and the iron door was still tightly sealed, showing no sign of opening. Only the fluctuating blue-green line could prove that it was still working here.

Celia's hands began to feel cold.

Superman frowned as he stepped forward, staring down at the scanner.

"This is impossible... this..." he murmured.He turned his head and wanted to say something more, but when he saw Celia looking at him without blinking, Superman paused.After half a second, he sighed helplessly, and Clark's blue eyes stared deeply at Helia, "Don't worry, even if you don't have Kryptonian blood, I will protect you as I said before." Considerate. As long as I am here, you will always be safe."

Just at this time, the iron door opened behind Superman, which was half a beat behind.

Superman turned his head, his slightly frowned eyebrows let go of Matsudaira instantly.Under the light behind the iron gate and various treasures, his azure blue eyes are like the clearest ocean, even the dark blue pupils are so clean.

He took a few steps forward, as if confirming that this was true.Then, on the other side of the open iron door, he turned his head, and Celia saw Clark smile. It wasn't a slight hook of the corners of his mouth that flashed past, but a real smile with tenderness and joy in the corners of his eyes. .At that moment, he didn't seem to be the earth lord who was feared by everyone.

"Come on, Celia," he said, "I've got a lot to show you."

Celia finally recovered from staring at Clark in a daze.

It's really strange, she's used to not showing her emotions on her face, even when she's scared, even Thanos can't find it.

But how did he understand what she was thinking through her eyes?