[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Absolute Center

A few miscellaneous soldiers were thrown into the air with a light throw. Sol took the opportunity to withdraw his hammer and summoned thunder to strike wildly. The effect was not great in a short time. The locust army rushed upwards tirelessly, forming an airtight battle circle.

Ao Chuang came out, and as soon as it flew close to Anna, he offered it to him. He was taken aback for a moment, then carefully opened his palm to pick it up, and then retreated suddenly as if he was burned.

Anna got up and patted her skirt and walked towards it, "You are not a savior, but a program generated by data piles. The established mission is to stand guard and protect, not to be an enemy of anyone."

Ultron was very dissatisfied with the word program. He hung in the air and looked down at her: "Who are you speaking on behalf of? Oh, there is no intention to attack...I want to say that you are like the fog of the universe, with some energy...but no root, your What is the mission? If it is also protection, it should be understood that what cannot be broken cannot be established."

If nothing breaks, Anna rubs her hands in the cold. Dr. Banner mentioned that the ultimate intelligence used to guard peace is full of destructive desires, and even creates. This is the first time I heard the description "you have no roots".

Snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on her cheeks little by little. She stopped moving forward and lowered her eyes, "I don't understand many things."

Ultron sighed and fell, touching her face, the metal palm could almost cover her entire face, "I'm sorry, you seem to need help."

"Yes." Anna held her cold iron fist, "I need you to obey the instructions and return to the correct position."

"No, no!" Ultron leaned back, desperately trying to break free.

She didn't have enough strength and was pulled and stumbled, but the flames in her palms didn't stop, and she struggled to get into the string of numbers.

After Sol dealt with the miscellaneous soldiers, he turned his head and saw the "attacked" Anna, and immediately struck down with lightning, turning the soldier into black slag instantly.

Then he rushed forward and picked up the little boy to go back to the sky.

Flying rapidly at high altitude, the cold air came round her head, Anna was really cold, she poked the hard armor with trembling fingers, and the opponent flew vigorously without knowing it.

Sol was immersed in an illusion. The hammer seemed to be thrown into his hand just now. How could Thor's Hammer be thrown? Except for the robots at the scene, it was this girl. Thinking of this, he lowered his head and was about to ask. Eyes slightly closed, he curled up to hug him, his long black hair was blown by the wind, revealing a beautiful face, even in the Immortal Palace, this appearance is one of the best, probably only his younger brother Loki can compare with it... The point is that the girl is glowing all over.

Crossing the Atlantic Ocean diagonally across the longitude and latitude lines and finally flying back to the night, they landed at a gas station, next to a 24-hour convenience store, Anna shivered and went in to buy a hot drink.

Sol didn't know where to get a piece of work clothes to wrap her in, and the two of them held a cup of hot milk tea and sat on the bench in the gas station watching the night.

Seeing her finish the milk tea, Sol handed him the cup, "Drink it, it's still hot."

Anna took it after thanking her.

"You don't seem very ordinary." Saul thought he asked tactfully.

Anna nodded.

Saul: "..." What to ask next.

Anna turned her head to look at this man from God's Domain. No matter his temperament or image, he was completely different from Loki. Loki was gloomy and graceful. With the glory of God, it seems to be shining brightly at any time.

But when he shows a generous smile, he is your kind and approachable partner.

"I'm sorry I can't explain the origin, in fact I don't know." She offered to confess.

Sol looked at the girl who was tightly wrapped and only showed a little white face, and boldly guessed, "You may be from Asgardian, Anna, is your name Anna?"

Anna nodded: "Anna Chaos."

Sol's smile froze, "Chaos?"

"The legendary God of Chaos, I know. This surname is actually very common, and there are more than 1000 in Northern Europe." She was a little helpless, "I checked many ancient books, but I didn't find any information related to reality. There is no trace of them. If the Chaos pantheon really existed, it would probably have disappeared with time."

Thor denied, "My father once told us that Tartarus, Gaia, Nyx, these primitive gods live in seclusion in a corner of the universe. They do exist, but they are too long ago so... how old are you this year? "

It is estimated to be 15 years old, but if it is really a protoss, this number will be tens of thousands of times.

"Eighteen, it should be." Anna did not lie.

Sol looked at her for a while, "You may be an abandoned baby of the Protoss."

"Yeah." Anna wrapped her clothes and stood up, "Let's go back."

"After the problem is solved this time, I will go back to Asgard and ask my friends, what will they do specifically, glowing for warmth, and what else?" Sol hugged her and prepared to take off with the wheel hammer.

"...healing frostbite to be precise. Natural energy resonates with me, as well as feeling emotions, lighting a fire." A fire that burns everything.

Sol knows very little about natural energy and spiritual energy in this regard, and he can't say one, two, three, so he can only discuss it again in the realm of God.

After a short flight back to the Stark Building, everyone gathered in the meeting room. Sol put down Anna, and his momentum suddenly changed from Brother Hao to an angry god. Someone has to be responsible, "I really can't describe you in words, Stark."

"There's something to talk about, buddy." Stark was relieved when he saw Anna who was safe and sound after entering the door, "Sweetheart, come here."

Thor left Stark and walked aside, "The trace disappeared in the northwest direction, and they took the scepter."

Steve looked at Stark, who was holding Anna tightly. Before that, they had had some arguments about the development of Ultron by these two mad scientists behind the back of the team.

It is meaningless to argue now, the most urgent task is to find out the whereabouts and purpose of Ultron.

"Extermination of human beings." The soft voice sounded muffled, and Anna, who was buried deep in Stark's chest, was out of breath, and said with difficulty: "Ultra desires peace and hopes that human beings will disappear."

Stark pressed his chin against her shoulder and rubbed her straight and thin back, "Honey, you're a little cold."

Anna: "Yes, I'm cold, but why are you shaking?"

Stark grinned.

Natasha looked at the captain. The latter looked calm, as if he was used to it. If he didn't notice his clenched fists, he would really think he didn't care.

"With the Internet, Ultron is everywhere, where should we find it?" Natasha brought back the topic.

**

It was very late at night, the lights in the room were dim, and everyone was still discussing how to kill Ultron. Anna, who had regained her freedom, found a table in the corner and fell asleep on it.

Sleep is very important.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sweetness of the hot milk. She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight. Following the steam from the milk, she saw the captain leaning on the table and flipping through the documents.

"Drink the milk and go back to the room to sleep." Steve put down the materials, picked up the slipped blanket and wrapped her up again.

The lights in the room were dimmed, and it was very quiet and no one spoke. Dr. Banner was looking through the cardboard boxes at the other end, while Natasha and Hawkeye were watching the screen, not knowing what they were looking for.

There were a few people missing, Anna looked back, and was staring at the captain. The dim light could not see his expression clearly, and he seemed a little unhappy.

Honestly took the milk and drank it all. Just as he put down the glass, Steve bent down and picked her up and walked out.

Natasha, who stayed in the room, looked up and heard Banner ask, "What's going on?"

**

Steve carried her into his previous bedroom, put her under the quilt, walked to the window and drew the curtains, then stood quietly.

Anna crawled out of the snow-white quilt.

Steve turned around, "What's wrong?"

"The skirt is dirty, and so are the hands." Anna touched the black motor oil on the back of her hand.

Steve smiled, took the towel and sent her into the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Steve found a shirt of his own and put it on the bathroom doorknob.

The author has something to say: sleep is very important, angels don't stay up late

Thank you for the messy little cute nutrient solution, rub your face