[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Absolute Center

The explosion happened suddenly, Steve reacted quickly and immediately threw the shield, Stark received the shield to resist, but had no time to move, he was immediately pushed away by the explosion shock wave, drew an arc in mid-air and smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and fell freely from high altitude. At the same time, MK42 rushed out of the building to catch Stark who was falling rapidly.

Steve and Natasha walked out from the sheltered corner, looking at Stark, who was put on the floor of the hall by MK42, in a mess, with complicated emotions.

The wrist holding the shield was shattered and fractured, three ribs were broken in the chest cavity, and the lungs were hemorrhaged. Stark was lying in the Mount Sinai Medical Center with unknown personnel.

At the same time, the news of "unidentified attack on the Stark Building" spread like wildfire, and in a blink of an eye the whole of New York was discussing-who did the superhero organization provoke this time?

At [-]:[-] p.m., all relevant government departments are working overtime. What they are concerned about is the subsequent development of this incident. Will it bring danger to New York?

On a high school campus located in the northern suburbs of New York, during dinner time, the electronic screen of the campus restaurant also broadcast the news, along with a short video provided by a passer-by - a figure popped up on the upper floors of the building, and the man was caught by Iron Man.

Living in the greenhouse, most of the students have not personally experienced the threat of disaster at close range. They don't pay attention to potential dangers, but a large part of them are the faces of the Avengers!value!pink!Only pay attention to whether the favorite hero is injured!

"The reaction was super fast! No one was hurt!"

"That's right! The male god's movement of receiving the baton is so handsome! If it weren't for him, he would have fallen to his death!"

"Who is that person? Being so stupid was ejected, what, bomb/bomb?"

The screen switched back to the live broadcast room, and the glamorous female anchor looked worried: "It is speculated that the person who fell from the building was our beloved Captain America, Mr. Steve. Let us pray for his safety."

The onlookers gasped in shock.

Our sweetheart team!Why did you fall!The small restaurant is boiling again, but the protagonists of the discussion have changed. Girls and boys tweeted with their hearts, participating in the topic of "distressed sweetheart", and discussing the origin of troublemakers.

Arthur silently quit the discussion circle, walked to Anna who was waiting in line to pick up the buffet, and leaned into her ear like a thief, "What do you think..."

He was tall and slender, he put his hand on Anna's shoulders casually, with a mysterious and cautious face, his eyes wandered from side to side - those who didn't know thought he was the one who set the bomb.

The people in front of the line recovered from the news, discussed with each other and began to move forward. Anna filled the lunch box, turned and walked out.

Arthur grabbed her shoulders all the way, and couldn't help but look for approval when he walked outside the restaurant: "Is Neil in the Stark Building? That agent is an employee of Avengers, right?"

Passing by a group of people, each of them was dressed in an indescribable manner. Simply put, they piled fancy name tags on their bodies as much as possible within the school's regulations.

The leader walked over and turned back, rubbing his eyes exaggeratedly, "Wow, King Se, when will you... do the monitors like you know?"

The class monitor refers to Neil who has been on leave for two days, Anna hugged her lunch box and said nothing, Arthur scolded them, "Get out!"

A group of men and women laughed and opened the door and entered the restaurant.

Arthur learned how to be clever and dragged people to the back of the small street lamp. The emerald pupils seemed to glow at night, "Don't you think the timing is very coincidental, could it be Uncle Caffery who did it?"

"I don't know." Anna answered truthfully.I don't understand why Arthur always asks her to discuss. She can't make a conclusion on many things. If there is no conclusion, you can't just rely on subjective speculation.

"Didn't you say Minister Gary this afternoon?" Arthur seemed a little discouraged, "Your reaction at that time gave me the feeling that Uncle Caffery was 'untrustworthy and problematic'."

Anna pursed her lips. After the accident, she had googled the history of the Caffery family to see if there were any precedents. Therefore, she had a little impression of Gary, the energy minister who was just transferred later this year, and she didn't feel that there was something wrong with him.

"And... look here." Arthur took out his mobile phone and swiped the popular video for her to watch. "This person who was knocked out of the glass is not like our sweetheart, but a bit like... Iron Man himself?"

Anna tightened her fingers holding the lunch box, and watched the video carefully, and unexpectedly discovered that there was an unusually familiar powder gas in the air in the video.

After a difficult farewell to Arthur, Anna returned to the dormitory, edited a short email, and clicked the send button.

At [-]:[-], Coulson was watching the surveillance video of the building.

Stark walked to the elevator entrance, the closed elevator door suddenly bulged outwards as if inflated, and then a loud noise exploded from the inside, but there was no fire, and then the shattered elevator was as fast as a movie rewinding It retracted and closed, and finally condensed into a group of metal balls the size of a human head, and disappeared out of thin air for a moment of stagnation in mid-air.

It took no more than five seconds from start to finish, and he watched it no less than fifty times.

The disappearance of the traces of the bomb/bomb is completely disappeared, not smashed or anything, and there is no debris in the building that matches the material of this elevator.

The phone in his pocket dinged, and he took it out to look. His eyes couldn't help but freeze. A stranger sent a mail, and the content of the letter was a simple formula.

The door of the monitoring room was pushed open, Coulson put away his cell phone, and saw that it was the captain who entered the door.

"What did you find?" Steve walked to a row of monitoring screens, and the staff consciously continued to play back the content during the explosion.

Coulson also looked back at the screen, "No progress for now."

Steve put his hands in his pockets, looked at the screen that kept repeating, but didn't speak.

"You don't have to blame yourself, we should be responsible for this accident." Coulson said.

Steve frowned slightly, and turned to look at him, "What did you find?"

"The Ministry of Energy has missed clues. The person who came to S.H.I.E.L.D. may be a foreigner, or it may be a scepter." Coulson looked a little unnaturally, "We will transfer the foreigner tonight."

Steve: "Transfer to?"

Coulson smiled embarrassedly, feeling shy, "Move to a safe place."

Steve glanced at him without asking further questions.

The wide open door was tapped twice, and Natasha stood at the door, "Stark is awake."

The Mount Sinai Medical Center is very close to the building, one block away, and Natasha can reach it with one kick of the accelerator.

Outside the door of the clean ward, Stark's driver and assistant - Mr. Harpy, who is a little chubby and looks simple and reliable, is holding the tablet very seriously, playing games.

Where there is a master, there must be subordinates, and unreliability is contagious.Natasha sat down beside Happy and exchanged the patient's condition. Steve listened for a while and pushed open the door of the ward.

The ward was brightly lit, the curtains were tightly closed, MK42 stood guard in the corner, Stark was trapped in a soft quilt, his face was covered with a breathing mask, and he opened his eyes to see the infusion tube, tick-tock.

Steve walked towards the door with a small movement.

"Captain." Stark said suddenly.

Steve paused, looked up, Stark still kept his posture still, watching the drip quietly, as if he was studying some quantum motion with concentration - he thought it was a good joke to open the topic, so he walked to the sofa in front of the bed Sit down, smile, "Very serious, like studying quantum motion."

Now it was Stark who was stunned, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes moved to the person on the sofa, he frowned as if he was considering his words, and finally replied, "Haha."

Steve raised his eyebrows, a little curious, "Isn't it appropriate to use it here? What does quantum motion mean?"

Stark gave him a mentally retarded look, closed his eyes and said: "Not sure." Feeling that the other party didn't understand, he added an explanation: "No trajectory movement, such as a certain hand/mine."

Steve put away his relaxed smile, stretched his legs, lowered his body slightly, put his elbows on his knees, and lowered his eyes slightly, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake in judgment."

Stark gave a short smile, "I guess you're not making any progress."

Steve: "Phil believes that the target of the enemy is the alien we have contained, or the scepter we are also looking for."

"Hmm, there's me too." From the selection of the bomb/bomb, it can be seen that the opponent's target is clear, and the pertinence is actually very obvious.The phenomenon of the explosion and collapse, as well as the familiar and unfamiliar powdery smell that filled his nasal cavity at that moment, all had a kind of irony—he wanted to cough a little.

"Come on, you guys." Stark lay down and ordered to evict the guest.

Steve got up and walked to the bed, looked at the large piece of gauze on the other's forehead, swallowed all the words, and sighed: "Have a good rest."

"Hard-won vacation." Stark's tone was relaxed, and he reminded him before he went out: "Let Jarvis check the base, there are still explosions/things."

Steve's expression was slightly condensed, he looked back at him, and then cautiously pushed the door out, and Natasha, who was waiting outside the door, followed him, "How's the situation?"

"He looks fine."

The two were on the same road, and Natasha drove him back to the apartment. The night breeze was blowing on the road, and she smiled ambiguously, "Although you often disagree, your relationship is the best—I say you and Stark."

Steve leaned on his seat, watching the rapidly receding street scene, noncommittal.

"This matter needs to be explained to him." After a while, Steve said this.

Stark, who stayed in the ward, unplugged his breathing mask, took the phone on the table, and dialed a series of unfamiliar numbers.

Anna was drying her hair after showering.

Looking at the messy and fluffy hair in the mirror, he was not calm for no reason.

Back in the bedroom, the screen of the phone had just finished lighting up for the last time.

There are not many people in her address book, uncle, Neil, Coulson and Arthur who just saved it this afternoon.

Before she could touch the phone, the screen lit up again. It was an unfamiliar local number. When she connected, there was a deep and magnetic male voice on the other end of the phone: "Help me."

Anna: "...Mr. Stark."

"you remember me?"

Anna: "What do you want?"

"I was hurt and felt like I was going to die."

Anna: "...No."

"I want you to touch me again, just like in a desert full of wind and sand, gently..."

Anna snapped off.

After thinking about it, he called Coulson.