[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

Lizzie followed Peter to the home of Dr. Connors.

The doorbell rang and the door opened.

Connors wasn't welcoming when he first saw them - but when Peter said his father's name, the doctor's face shook.

He clearly recognized the identity of the handsome young man in front of him.

They were invited into the house by him, and Peter and the doctor chatted about you and me.

Lizzie kept her promise, pretended to be an insignificant little pendant, and listened to them discussing the "decay rate algorithm" in boredom.

Her two legs hanging outside the chair were dangling back and forth, her hands were not idle, she unwrapped a strawberry lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth, her seemingly idle eyes locked on Connors.

He still looked mild and harmless, but when he talked to Peter about his father, his flame visibly fluctuated for a while, and the emotion was far more intense than the expression on his face.

Lizzie took a sip of the lollipop and frowned subtly.

They have discussed the possibility of cross-species genetics.Peter quickly wrote down a series of formulas on the draft paper and handed them to Dr. Conners. He looked at them for a while, and his expression gradually became unpredictable.

"A peerless talent."

Peter smiled shyly, which did not surprise Lizzie.Peter is definitely a smart type, even if he is busy saving the world all day long, his grades have not dropped a bit.

They have set a time for their next meeting, and they plan to use this brand new formula in the next test, and maybe they can get a successful test product.

Lizzie and Peter said goodbye to Conners, but when they opened the door they bumped into someone head-on.

A brown-skinned man, slightly short, with unfriendly eyes.

Peter blurted out "sorry" almost immediately, and the man, unmoved, brushed their shoulders straight into Dr. Connors' room.

As soon as the door was closed, Lizzie immediately dragged Peter forward, her little leather shoes thumping and thumping fast, as if she was fleeing.

They had gone a long way before Lizzie stopped and warned him sternly.

"You can't do that experiment with him, Peter! He's a dangerous man!"

Peter scratched his head and said a little tiredly: "Excuse me for being rude, I really didn't see it."

Lizzie held up a finger, almost poking that finger on the bridge of his straight nose: "Hey, listen, I wasn't sure at first, but now I'm ninety-nine percent sure!"

"Did you see the man who bumped into you just now? His spiritual flame is too bad, and his state is also very unstable."

Lizzie held out another finger and put them together, "I mean, they're in the same boat, do you understand?"

"Your logic is wrong, Lizzie." Peter rubbed his temples, "I've been meaning to say for a long time, you can't look at people just by those little flames, let alone you haven't looked at Dr. Connors' soul." Come up with something famous."

"So why be so arbitrary? Besides, even if the man just now was an absolute bad guy, how can you be sure that Dr. Connors is in collusion with him based on this alone?"

Lizzie opened her mouth and stubbornly muffled her voice, sounding like it was coming from a big urn.

"My ability can't go wrong."

Peter's voice was a little grim: "Is it? Maybe it's today that made you stumble."

He paused, seeing Lizzie's uncomfortable expression, the expression on his face softened helplessly.

"Dr. Conners was my father's former friend and work partner. What he is doing now is to benefit everyone. If human beings can really accept the gene therapy body of alien species, we will have what he said—— Aworld without weakness (a world without weaknesses)."

"All I see is that he wants to heal himself." Lizzie plucked the words out of her throat. "Besides, a world without weaknesses sounds too scary."

What will the world look like when all species tend to be perfect?

……

Lizzie looked wilted when she came home.

She huddled in the couch like a dehydrated plant.She's still feeling bad about the disagreement she had with Peter—even though Peter said it wasn't an argument, and even escorted her all the way back to the Avengers Tower just now.

Lizzie felt that maybe Peter was right, Dr. Conners was indeed nothing out of the ordinary, and she might be too confident in her own abilities to say for sure—anyway, Peter was her best friend, and she didn't want to lose him.

He is a boy with independent thinking ability, and she has to learn to respect his choice.

But thinking so, I still feel a little unmotivated.

"Honey, I don't like your scowl. What's going on?"

The other side of the sofa was sunken, and Tony Stark sat down beside her, taking her into his arms very easily.

In his gray cotton T-shirt today, with his hair hanging limp, he looks a lot more approachable.

Lizzie leaned into his arms and saw the golden-red mechanical armor covering his other arm: "It's all right. Are you working?"

Tony took out a screwdriver from his pocket with one hand, twirled it nimbly in his palm, and he took it back again.

He replied nonchalantly: "Little maintenance, this guy is a bit old."

He showed her his golden arm.It was a part of the Mark III, and it had been with him for a long time.

"Cool..." Lizzie became happy, and she had a sudden thought, "Since it's maintenance, can you paint it again?"

She kind of wanted to see something new.

"Uh, I didn't think about it. A green-skinned Iron Man?" He retched bitterly, "Okay, don't torture me like this. Maybe someday I can make you a small set, just for babygirls."

"which color do you prefer?"

Lizzie climbed onto his knees, and excitedly started gesticulating: "I like the shell to be blue, and the details on the arms can be added with black, for a very cool pattern..."

"Black? Are you sure?"

He is a little reluctant.

The two were making pink bubbles sweetly there, when a voice like ice shards suddenly broke the atmosphere: "Tony, we have to talk."

Captain America's cold face appeared in front of them.

Lizzie popped out of Iron Man's embrace like a spring.She is sitting upright, more obedient than a good baby; and our rich Mr. is very dissatisfied at the moment that the boiled duck in the bowl flew away, and he stood up so reluctantly.

Lizzie hadn't had time to be thankful she had escaped death when she saw Steve take a step aside and her own brother's stern face emerged from behind him.

Bucky was silent, beckoning to her.

Lizzie's eyes suddenly went dark.

……

Like a puppy summoned by its master, Lizzie followed Bucky into her room.

Before Bucky sat on the stool, Lizzie rushed in front of him and pulled the chair away for him. She sat down on the pink carpet and looked up at him flatteringly.

Bucky looked at his sister "...".

He pulled her up: "don't sit there."

The ground is cold.

Lizzie obediently was pulled up by him again, and the two of them sat on the head of the bed together.

She is like a marionette, every move is controlled by Bucky's palm, she sits on the bed when she sits on the bed, and sits on the ground when she sits on the ground.At this moment, if Bucky made her stand as a punishment, she would not complain at all.

But she knew it wouldn't happen.Bucky couldn't bear it.

But now Bucky is silent almost melancholy, his facial muscles stiffer than a marble statue.Just when Lizzie felt a little unbearable and wanted to say something casual to ease the atmosphere, he spoke.

"It must be him?"

"...I don't want anything but him."

Lizzie muttered, leaning her head on her brother's shoulder.His hair had grown to his shoulders, rubbing against her cheek, a little itchy.

She suddenly remembered something far away.

"Hey... I remember when I was young, I wanted a toy very much... But we were too poor at that time, and all the money was given to my mother for medical treatment."

Most of the women in their family are weak.

"You bought me one later. Do you still remember it? The doll with blue eyes—she was sewn with cloth."

"—but mother left anyway. I locked that doll in a box after she left and never played with it again. I don't think I'll ever play with it again in my life."

The mother disappeared from her life and took her happiness with her.

Her glassy blue eyes, like those of a doll, stared raptly at a spring-loaded clown on the table, stretching its tongue tirelessly.

That was the first gift Tony gave her.The Lego [carousel] she built is snuggled close to it.

There was a faint smile on her face: "But people change. The moment I got the toy again after so many years, I knew how much I missed it—"

"Even though I'm an old girl."

Bucky stroked the top of her head.Dry and shaggy, like a little animal alive again.

"Whatever wish you have, I will fulfill it for you."

As long as you want, as long as you want.

They trekked through the quagmire of time, and finally they returned to the paradise of wind and sunshine hand in hand.

"You and Steve said the same thing." Lizzie smiled and narrowed her eyes, "But why do I need you to help me fulfill my wish? I have hands and feet, and I can fight for everything I want."

"My head is clear enough; my heart tells me that now I want Tony."

He was the beautiful doll she dreamed of, the reward she dreamed of for the rest of her life.

This pure white and bright soul will feel happy as long as it is near.

"You won't object, will you?"

Bucky said nothing more.

Lizzie could feel his flame without looking, it was wronged and damp, its light was faint.

She heard the patter of rain in his heart.

Like the rain outside the small hotel in Romania on the way to escape, it was hoarse and silent, as if it would never end.

Lizzie pressed her hand to his chest, as she had done countless times before.

The gentle spiritual power is like spring wind turning into rain, infiltrating silently.

Slowly, the flame brightened steadily, and the light spread around.

Bucky reached out and pressed her palm down.His cold fingers parted her hair and touched her cheek precisely.

The Brooklyn youth lowered his head and gently kissed his sister's forehead.

"Now it's my turn to protect you."

Lizzie touched her forehead, which was still a little wet to the touch.Unlike his hands, his lips are warm, like his heart.

She pursed her lips in embarrassment and smiled at him.

She knew he had compromised.

"Brother, do you still have nightmares now?"

Bucky stared deeply at her angelic sweet face.

He looked gentle, as if he was blessed by her light.

"No, never again."

The author has something to say: This chapter corresponds to Chapter 4 [Dreamland].

【They have trekked through the quagmire of time, and finally, hand in hand, they returned to the paradise of wind and sunshine. 】

Let me make an abusive point: Brother Bucky is a liar.

The girlfriends group will reconcile in the next chapter.

[Time to roll call and send little red flowers]:

读者“壮士留步来一发”,灌溉营养液+12017-10-2400:03:18

读者“水蓝幽月”,灌溉营养液+32017-10-2323:15:25

读者“有一只豆喵”,灌溉营养液+52017-10-2319:15:50

[Four mouths kiss! 】