[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

It is obvious and expected, because the two worlds are connected, Sandra naturally did not participate in the conversation between the technical geeks and the bosses, and this period of time was probably because she was quiet Because Ji Zhai hardly ever went out in the Avengers Building, nothing came to her all the time, and she was healed by the cradle of regeneration unknowingly, only her flesh wounds were left, and even these injuries were almost healed. , as time goes by, it becomes a bit boring.

When Sandra mentioned to him what he could do, Tim also realized that Sandra should be holding back after such a period of time.

It's just that he needs to spend time in the laboratory, not that he needs to do experiments. After all, his talent is focused on hacking. It is undoubtedly impossible for him to study these things, and his skills are not here. There is no way, so recently he has been mainly responsible for the exchange of information between the two parties, and helping Tony deal with some Stark Group matters.

That's right, Tony, who became the hands-off shopkeeper with such peace of mind, threw his own stall to Tim, and then happily immersed himself in his own scientific world.

It's insane, it's insulting to human rights, it's hi-dap... no, there's no last word.

Fortunately, Tim himself has the experience of running the Wayne Group, and with the help of Pepper, he didn't seem to be in a hurry when dealing with it, but it took a little time to get familiar with the Stark Group.

It's just that he can't let go of his hands for the time being. Although he can provide Bruce with news for comparison, because the two worlds cannot be connected to the Internet, they can only exchange with slow dictation. Just keep the conversation between them as brief as possible, otherwise the impatient Dugo or the impatient Tony will start chasing people away.

Of course, these information can actually be exchanged after they come back, but it’s just out of hidden concerns about Tim and Sandra, so Bruce will start from this aspect and try to judge how the two of them are doing.

The Robin who most resembles Bruce, Tim can naturally feel Bruce's quiet concern hidden under his serious and cold appearance, so he never feels that it will be annoying when dictating, as long as If there are conditions, he also communicates with Bruce as much as possible, although most of the time he is talking and Bruce is listening.

"Are you going to Academy X?" Tim felt that he was still a very open-minded person. After all, the previous things could not be regarded as Sandra's fault, but he couldn't stand being entangled by the madness of the evil bird, so for Sandra He still had no objection to La's suggestion that he wanted to find something to do.

"Are the Maximov brothers and sisters still at X Academy?"

Sandra didn't really object to going to X Academy, after all, not to mention that Warren was there, even if there were other mutants in the environment, it would always make her feel more at ease.After all, gregarious creatures like human beings always instinctively want to find their companions to live a gregarious life no matter what they become.Only if Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver were there too...

Forget it, it's embarrassing to meet.Moreover, it is impossible to say that there is no resentment at all for the Maximov brothers and sisters who directly caused them to fall into this situation.

Sandra vaguely remembered the pain from the organs in her body when she was hit by the fast silver running at high speed. She thought of this expressionlessly, and then saw Tim take out the phone and dial a number.

Sandra just watched Tim hold the phone and said "Are you free? She needs someone to help find something to do." After saying a few words, she hung up the phone, then turned her head and said this lightly to her Said: "I made an agreement with Worthington, he will come today, and he will continue to train you during this period of time. I will continue to train you after the things here come to an end for the time being."

Who is Worthington? ? ? ? ?

Sandra's brain turned three times and took a few beats before she realized it. If I remember correctly, Worthington should be the last name of the angel...

"Boss, I think your habit is very bad," Sandra said to Tim with a serious expression, "Always call other people's last names or something. When did you learn the habit from Damian?"

"You can't blame me for calling Worthington by his last name because you don't remember it yourself," Tim said without raising his eyelids, obviously ignoring Sandra's vexatious plan, "and we can't count on each other. Familiar, not a partner, I don't need to call him 'Angel' or 'Warren'."

"It's not good for you to be so indifferent, boss," Sandra said, tilting her head. "After all, it's rare to come to other worlds, and it's rare to meet people with similar identities to us. Why are you so indifferent?"

"It's not necessary," Tim shook his head lightly, not intending to continue chatting with Sandra on this topic, "Worthington will be here soon, just don't run around."

Sandra saw that Tim didn't intend to continue the chat, so she didn't speak. After nodding obediently, she pushed open the door and walked out briskly, almost without making a sound.Tim lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at the document in his hand for a while, and found that he still couldn't read it no matter what, his face tensed slightly, then relaxed a little, and finally he fell into the chair and sank into the seat Among them, he threw the thin and light electronic screen used to view the data on the table casually, and then looked up at the light tube inlaid above his head.

A little dizziness came from the brain, and when Jarvis asked Tim intimately if he felt any discomfort, Tim waved his hand, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The burning with all his strength and the fleeting disillusionment after that, all of these were deeply imprinted in Tim's mind like too dazzling sunlight, so that he closed his eyes and left That demonic realm, that distinct burning pain still remained in his field of vision and could not fade away.

Tim couldn't tell if it was because these things were impressive enough even for him, or because it was his... the aftereffects of being separated from his body for so long that he still sometimes finds it hard to Control your emotions and face Sandra normally.

He also mentioned this matter to Zatanna and Bruce in a cryptic way, but because they didn't experience it personally, and didn't get more detailed information from him, they could only let it go temporarily, so Tim also intentionally or unintentionally Tony acquiesced in pushing his affairs onto himself to keep himself as busy as possible.

Speaking of it... His current state is really not suitable for facing Sandra.

Those bright and fiery pictures like burning trees and silver flowers will always be unconsciously remembered when he sees Sandra, perhaps because the soul has been away from the body for too long, so that Tim has been feeling it all the time now. I have always been a little... out of control in terms of controlling my emotions.

This is not a good sign... this is bad news.

If he can't adjust his state the next time he faces Sandra, Tim plans to consider going to Tibet to stay for a while like that little devil Damian or Bruce.

"Why are you here?"

Warren flapped his wings like a light white dove and landed on the platform where Tony usually went out wearing a steel suit, and was a little surprised to see Sandra, who had not maintained her flying bird state, hugging A fruit bowl is waiting for him with relish.

"I guess you should be here soon, so I'll come up and wait for you." Sandra relaxed unexpectedly in front of Warren, and didn't even put down the fruit bowl in her hand, still eating apples, and said to Warren with crooked eyes. Said, "Although according to the boss, you should already know my secret identity in that magical world, but out of politeness, I'd better introduce myself."

"Sandra Thain, you can call me Sandra or Blue Bird, but in this case, it's better to call me Sandra."

Warren looked at the thin girl with two shallow dimples on her face and said this to him, as if the dazed and panicked face in the explosion was his own wishful thinking.

He was silent for a moment, and then he showed a smile, which seemed to be covered with a bright halo under the bright sunlight, and said to Sandra: "Warren Worthington, you can call me Warren, an angel." I think you should be familiar with the title."

"Go down first, it's not good to have a wind here. By the way, do you want some fruit?"

Sandra naturally raised the toothpick with apple slices in her hand and shook it at Warren, asking with a smile.

"No, I ate something."

Warren notices that it appears to be the same toothpick Sandra was using earlier.He looked at Sandra's expressionless face with a little joy and expectation, and just refused.

Sandra quite naturally put the piece of apple that Warren held up and asked if he wanted to eat it back into her mouth, and then led Warren into the building with puffy cheeks and took off her cloak coat.

"It's still quite cold outside. It's more convenient for me to change into that if an accident happens. After all, my clothes can't cover my wings. When my wings spread out, it will damage my clothes."

Sandra still has a keen sense of sight. When she felt Warren's gaze fall on her back, she explained this without turning her head. Then she hung her coat in her arms and walked briskly. Leading the road in front said: "Let's go to another training room. The one I often go to is the captain's training room. He is still training now. I guess he won't be able to wait until the end of his training."

Warren responded.He also retracted his wings and walked behind Sandra. His snow-white wings were quietly retracted behind him. It was just because he carried such a pair of wings behind him that could not be considered light. Warren walked The sound of walking footsteps was much heavier than Sandra's. The light and heavy footsteps spread over the smooth floor tiles, like intertwined piano sounds, with a peculiar rhythm.

He kept staring at Sandra's back. Sandra turned her head and asked him what was wrong with her eyes a few times in doubt, but each time Warren just smiled and shook his head slightly, and then continued to stare at her after she turned her head away. back.After repeating this several times, she stopped paying attention.

In all fairness, it seems that because of the injury and the fact that all the energy in her body seems to be feeding the wings of her mind, Sandra's figure is thin enough to be called a model, but there is no model. It was only tall, and the sharp butterfly bones, like a pair of wings hidden under the flesh, undulated with her swinging arms when she walked, almost as if they were about to tear her skin and break free.

But Warren's focus is not on Sandra's seemingly too thin figure, but on the pale skin of her exposed back, densely stacked with new or old, deep or shallow scars.The most obvious ones were the fairly symmetrical wounds on both sides of her spine that looked like they had been torn open, so dazzling that Warren couldn't see the other scars for a while.

Looking at the shape, it is undoubtedly the scar left by Sandra's wings when they grew.

Warren subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to ask Sandra about the origin of those scars on her body, but recalling the scenes he experienced in the demonic realm, he was silent for a moment, and swallowed all the words.

Where these scars came from is too obvious, and how a street child will be treated is too easy to speculate.

When he experienced his own mutation for the first time, Warren once tried to cut off his wings, but it was useless. No matter how rough he used, his wings could always be restored intact again. Tear his body apart and grow out, like a white dove that can never be killed, bathing in his flesh and blood and growing again.He even once feared that there was a monster parasitic in his body, and then he hurt himself even more.

Later, he understood from the eyes of others and his father that it was not that there was a monster parasitic in his body, but that he himself was a monster.

His wings will not be retracted into his body, so he will never know whether he has left such deep and indelible scars on his body like Sandra.

All harm comes from themselves, not from others.

The author has something to say: I almost forgot the previous movies of X Man, but I was particularly impressed by the incident where the angel hid in the bathroom or cut his own wings...

His wings could never be retracted into his body, so he couldn't observe whether his own mutation had left such indelible scars on himself, but undoubtedly, the scars about this matter still remained in his heart and never faded.

The second watch is in the early morning, everyone don't wait to go to bed first