[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The sky is extraordinarily chaotic tonight, big waves as high as skyscrapers are raging on the sea, and a private yacht that was swept away from the moored bay by the waves is struggling on the black sea. The iron bones seemed to fall apart in the next moment, making an ominous creaking sound.

And the sound of fist-to-flesh fighting that couldn't be covered up by the storm.

Two figures, one golden, one silver, one slender and the other muscular, their armor shone violently in the night, wrestling together like beasts on the bumpy deck.

Although the two of them did not hold weapons, their iron-like fists carried the deepest anger, as if they wanted to vent all the anger accumulated over the years.

But Arthur, who has the power of the sea king, is still better. He threw an uppercut and saw his opponent fly backwards. He strode forward with unabated anger. With his heavy steps, the yacht also swayed Shaking, the sea seems to be calm.

Arthur clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop delusional, Aum, if you do this again, I'll send you back to prison. I don't care what mother says, you just prepare to rot inside!"

Aum struggled to get up and half-kneeled on the ground. He hung his head and touched his almost shattered jaw, as if he finally knew how powerful his brother was.

Arthur had such fantasies, and then said in a rough voice: "Get out, I'm going to drive this ship back."

"God..."

Aum suddenly let out a sigh.

"What?" Arthur said vigilantly, "What do you want to say?" He quickly stepped forward, grabbing at the other party with lingering anger.

"Stop!" Aum raised his hand to stop him, then took a breath and said, "I want to say, do you brothers usually fight like this, Arthur."

Under Arthur's gaze, Aum slowly raised his head, and Arthur clenched his fists reflexively, this time because of nervousness.

Arthur saw that the pupils of Orm's eyes had turned the color of real, liquid gold, glowing faintly in the dark.

"..."? ? ?

Seeing Arthur's dumbfounded expression, Wesley stood up with a sigh.

After a long time, Arthur finally found his voice. He shouted in the storm, staring into those mixed-race golden eyes: "Cole?! You, why are you here? What do you mean? Are you telling me , will I beat him to death?!"

Wesley shrugged: "Accidents happen from time to time." He pointed to the edge of the deck, and Arthur discovered that there was a harpoon clumsily tied there.

Arthur spread his hands, rolled his eyes towards the dark sky, turned his head and walked away, shaking his head and complaining: "Why don't you see how he hit me!"

"Where are you going?" Wesley asked behind him.

Arthur poked his head out of the cabin and asked suddenly, "When will this bastard wake up?"

Wesley shrugged: "I don't know, it should take a while, your fist is really, really heavy."

"Yes," Arthur raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "I know."

After finishing speaking, he patted the iron sheet next to his hand, as if he had made a decision, and said, "Let's go!"

Not long after, Wesley sat with Arthur in the bar by the bay with dull eyes.

"Oh! I forgot to ask." Arthur paused before pushing the cup over, looked at Wesley and said, "You're an adult, right?"

"I……"

"Whatever, Aum is an adult." Arthur shrugged, with a malicious smile on his face, after thinking about it, he raised his fingers and clicked: "Ryan, give me two of these."

The hard-faced boss standing behind the bar glanced left and right at Arthur and Wesley, and asked, "Your brother?"

Arthur laughed loudly, gave Wesley a look, and said in a low voice, "This is the first time someone says that Aum and I are like brothers." He made a gesture on Wesley's face, and now both of them have golden eyes .

Wesley rubbed the space between his brows, already feeling that it would be a long night.

Wesley couldn't remember the next memory clearly. He only remembered that Arthur kept clinking glasses with himself like revenge, and he could only hear tons of swallowing sounds in his ears. The spicy, refreshing, and strong smell of alcohol filled his body. Brain, so that he didn't even know when Orm woke up.

"Wesley, Wesley!"

Wesley opened his eyes suddenly, was stabbed by the light, and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it. At this moment, a bearded face appeared on top of his head. The other party looked down at him, observed for a moment, and said, "You should go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Tony looked like he had stayed up for a few more nights, his hair was like a chicken coop, he opened the refrigerator with wandering eyes, took out a bottle of vegetable juice, and poured a glass.

Wesley shivered, and now whenever he heard a similar voice, he could hallucinate the smell of alcohol. Next time he really has to think about it, it's better not to get involved with Arthur.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked sensitively.

"Nothing," Wesley shook his head.

But because of Wesley's previous two outrageous actions, Tony has always been very worried about him. He always feels that he is going to do some stupid things like jumping into the fire pit by himself, and he needs some ideological education from time to time. This is the case now, Tony frowned. Wrinkled, sleepiness seemed to have completely disappeared from his face.

Wesley immediately stood up from the sofa, coughed dryly and said, "I... went back to the bedroom."

Tony looked at him hesitantly for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Okay, good night." When Wesley was about to walk out of the living room, Tony suddenly remembered again, and said, "Are you sure you can't show me that dress?" ?”

Wesley stood still, turned around helplessly and said, "That's not clothes, Tony, that's a..."

"It's okay." Tony stopped him from continuing, and then said to himself, "I'll figure it out sooner or later."

Back in the bedroom, Wesley had just laid down when there was a light knock on the window.

Wesley almost jumped up from the bed, ran to open the window, and a man in short sleeves and loose pajama pants flew outside.

"I can't sleep." Clark said innocently.

"..." Wesley made room for him: "Come in, Jarvis is not here now."

Since the system left, Wesley has inherited part of the system's abilities. In addition to doing daily tasks, emergency tasks, and other predictive activities, he also has the ability to heal himself, heal others, and the host's body box, small Oxygen cylinders, address book.

Of course, he can't give himself rewards, there is no point system, and the previous messy mission descriptions and keywords are gone, but he feels that his ability is similar to the system.

It's easy to appease Jarvis and cheat Tony. God knows Tony is still very angry with Wesley and Clark for "private life".

Speaking of this, Clark seemed to think of Tony, his voice became softer, and he looked in the direction outside the bedroom door: "He is still very busy recently? Did he say anything..."

Wesley shook his head, looked at Clark up and down, and said suddenly, "I don't want to sleep either."

Clark laughed, and stretched out his hand to hold Wesley: "Then let's go."

Wesley kicked lightly, and his body flew out of the big window following Clark's strength. He turned around and closed the window, and the two of them rose higher and higher.

Until there was no more sight around, and Wesley's satellites were dark, he stroked Clark's cheek, and his body floated upwards slightly.

With a deep, long kiss, Wesley invaded Clark's never-defense consciousness without hesitation at the very beginning. From every contact, from every quick breath, he hoped that Clark could empathize with him .

The temperature in the air was very low, but Wesley, who had frozen breath, could only feel his body warming up a little.

He sensed that Clark was deeply infatuated with him, and no matter how many times, Clark's consciousness could be stirred up by a kiss.

A pair of hot, hot hands wrapped tightly around Wesley's waist in turn, Clark's eyes became blurred, and his handsome face looked a little more fragile under the huge moon.But no one can resist this kind of emotional tide, even if it is so strong that Clark loses his mind every time, every time he feels that he dare not go any further, but every time it ends, Clark wants it to start again.

When Wesley was most confused, he looked into the depths of Clark's eyes, and he knew that the god of the world had already fallen for himself.

Waking up again, Wesley found himself and Clark went outside to bask in the sun again at some point.

No wonder he felt that his body was too hot from just now, it was so hot that he went crazy, and it was so hot that his whole body was tense.

It's just that he couldn't stay in the universe for too long after all. After everything subsided, Wesley opened the body box and saw that his skin was covered by a layer of shiny crystals, and the host's oxygen mask appeared on his face.

Clark kissed the back of his hand.

The two floated quietly in the universe. The yellow sun was still astonishingly beautiful as Wesley first saw it from Clark's mind.

They are like newborn babies, watching it calmly and honestly.

These few hours passed too quickly, and in the morning, Wesley finally opened the host's backpack, and the two put on each other's clothes in the universe.

The host's backpack was empty again, and Wesley opened the last one, and an ancient time artifact lay in his palm.

"What's wrong?" Clark clasped his palms for him and put away the Time Stone.After all, he hasn't forgotten what price Wesley paid for it.

Wesley silently took back the future Eye of Agamotto.

"Six backpacks, six infinite gems." Wesley murmured, his voice sounded unreal through the oxygen mask: "Sometimes I wonder if this is foreshadowing something."

Silence spread, and an arm wrapped around Wesley's shoulders, bringing him closer to that broad chest.

Clark's chest trembled slightly, and his voice was equally calm, as if he was just stating a fact: "Even if it's the end of the world again, Wesley, it will disappear like before."

Wesley nodded slightly.

In fact, from the day the system left, he felt that the world would never end.

Wesley stared at Clark, feeling that this would never be enough:

"I love you, Clark."

"I love you too." Clark said gently, and then asked, "When can we get married?"

"..."

Is this a marriage proposal?Is this a marriage proposal?

Ask Tony to go flip the table! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻