Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

2014 years.

New York, Brooklyn.

"Is this distance okay?"

Hawkeye squinted his eyes on the top of the tall building and observed for a while, giving out a series of precise data.

In order to avoid the so-called Muggle Ignoring Charm, they accurately calculated the relationship between the magnetic field and the angle of the balabala, plus the information about the mass of the cryogenic chamber and the dragging angle scanned by Jarvis...

The Avengers concluded:

Spider-Man's silk can solve problems remotely.

On the roof of the building where there is a cryogenic cabin - no one knows where the cryogenic cabin came from - quite a long distance away, the little spider in the red and blue uniform squinted his eyes for a while.

"Should work, emmmm, I'm not sure but I can try... Hey what if it doesn't work? I'm a little nervous, it's Sergeant James from the Roaring Commando..."

Hawkeye: "...Go!"

Stop talking nonsense!

Excited by Clinton's order, the little spider trembled, closed its eyes, flicked its wrist, and shot a long spider web in that direction.

"Snapped!"

Feeling that the spider silk hit something, Peter Parker quietly opened one eye, and the pure white light bulb opened a crack: "Hey, did you succeed? Did you succeed?"

Steve looked at the monitoring screen and held his breath: "Successful, pull out the cryogenic chamber."

For today's rescue activities, they blocked several streets in the name of government road repairs, and arranged unmanned, remote-controlled Stark-manufactured transport vehicles, just to drag the freezer and Bucky back to the Avengers building.

The little spider who was entrusted with the important task was eager to try, and the spider's power was fully activated, and it directly dragged the heavy and strong transparent jar out of its place.

"Move it into the car, pajama baby!"

Tony clicked on the monitoring screen, controlled the gleaming gold and red and wished everyone would recognize the huge modified car with the big "Stark" written on it, stretched out the floor to meet the fast sliding side freezer compartment.

Bucky's figure in the transparent cabin was gradually covered by the carriage, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the golden red transport vehicle left.

……

"It's done, it's done, go home and eat donuts."

Tony flipped the monitor screen back on, only to find Cap still standing there frowning with his little golden brow, looking like he was in yet another predicament.

The man with the mustache raised his eyebrows. Seeing how pitiful this man was, he reluctantly asked, "What's the problem? Cap? Lack of housing to accommodate Barnes or lack of money?"

"Come on, tell us and we'll solve it once and for all."

"——I can sponsor a building like the Heroes Memorial Hall for you!"

Poor man Steve looked up at him, as if carefully assessing whether he should talk to Stark or not.

Just when Tony was almost regretting asking such a stupid question and rolling his eyes, the blond, big-breasted teenager said in a young voice, "I was thinking about... Vicky."

Tony's sensitive brain immediately caught something wrong: "...Didn't you call her Victoria before?"

Steve seemed to hesitate for a while, and he was not very sure: "I always feel that she should be very familiar with me—the kind of familiarity that I have known for many years and lived for a long time."

"...You don't want to rob your brother's wife, do you?"

Tony's big caramel-colored eyes raised and he whistled.

"It's amazing, I can't tell, Cap."

Steve looked like he'd been punched.

Sure enough, it was a mistake for him to find a Stark to talk about this kind of problem.

Fortunately, Tony's expression was clear and serious the next moment: "Professor X said that they will change history, and maybe this history includes you."

Like meeting in the past or something.

Steve's expression became even more gloomy: "But what I felt before seemed to be a very... Painful... thing."

"She seems to be saying...goodbye?"

More like "Never See You Again".

Seeing the remorseful expression on his face, Tony Stark wisely chose not to continue the topic.

"If you can't think about it, don't think about it. Since Barnes came back first, she will come back too."

He stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, and pressed down secretly very unhappy:

"We have to figure out a way to wake him up first."

……

1945 years.

United States, New York State, Westchester County.

It's not long before Christmas, and the new year reveals a hidden life in this still cold January.

The Christmas tree that has not been completely removed, and the Christmas rings with green rattan, golden bells and red ribbons are still dotted around the corners.

This is a magnificent mansion with an unrivaled history.

About seven or eight years old, a creamy chestnut-haired boy with a delicate face was wrapped in a thick cloak-like light gray woolen coat. He avoided the servants at home and walked towards a guest room at the end of the corridor.

——It was said that they avoided the servants, but in fact, the servants subconsciously avoided him when they approached him. They didn't even realize why they avoided here.

The boy has blue eyes that are even more beautiful than cornflowers. His thin body is slightly bloated under the woolen coat, but he looks more refined and refined.

He pushed open the carved door adorned with gold powder, turned in lightly and deftly, locked it, and then walked straight to the only bed in the room that was covered by a complicated bed curtain.

A lunch basket full of food, including macaroni, pudding, and milk juice cans, was taken out from under the cloak, and replaced the same full, untouched lunch basket on the bedside table.

"Aren't you awake yet..."

He muttered a little disappointed, then picked up the pile of complicated bed curtains with both hands, and carefully looked inside.

A cold, slender hand quietly approached his protruding head, and the fingertips gently pressed against the boy's carotid artery without any force.

"……Who are you?"

After finally breaking through the hazy bed curtain and suddenly being restrained by someone's fragile neck, the creamy chestnut-haired boy subconsciously let out an exclamation.

But soon he covered his mouth by himself.

"You're awake!"

He lowered his voice as if he was guarding a secret, his blue eyes were sparkling without any panic.

"My name is Charles, Charles Xavier. I brought you back. Who are you?"

……

That night.

In the bathroom of Xavier's mansion.

A cloud of black ink was entangled in the water, and after an unknown period of time, a series of bubbles came up, and a delicate mixed-race face also surfaced.

The cloud of ink turned into slightly curly black hair and spread over Ollivander's shoulder blades and collarbone. The black hair and pale complexion created a conflicting contrast that directly hit the eyes.

She stroked her chest.

——It was empty there, without the familiar time-turner she remembered, and without the green gem embedded in it.

In recent memory, neither the Rubik's Cube nor the Time Turner that brought her here remained with her.

The former, that is, the crystal blue cube, fell to the ground after she disappeared, dissolved the ground of the aircraft, and fell into the deep sea ice.

The latter, after the burst of energy, disappeared directly in place, and it is even possible... that they are no longer in this time dimension.

With a flick of his wrist, the birch wood wand appeared in his hand perfectly.

Only the time converter that accompanied her for dozens of years and gave her a period of life... I don't know how to evaluate it, will never appear again.

Then how... how should she go back?

The mist rising from the bathtub blurred her expression.

Ollivander got up and put on the women's nightgown that Charles found out from nowhere. His black hair was dotted with the tip of a birch stick.

She pushed open the door silently.

The Xavier House at night was empty.

Gorgeous and cool.

—No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a home that a little boy would love.

She sensed that Charles was downstairs in the kitchen, and as she walked there she felt that fate was a miracle.

——It never occurred to me that what she met was Professor X in her childhood, a child who couldn't even control her own abilities well.

Mystique and Magneto...

……

"Snapped!"

The porcelain bowl full of milk and oatmeal fell to the ground suddenly, and Mrs. Xavier, who was wearing an elegant pearl-colored dress, was looking at the black-haired girl who suddenly appeared at the kitchen door with a look of horror and composure.

"What are you doing in the kitchen so late?"

Mrs. Xavier recovered quickly and asked with a frown.

Ollivander closed the neckline of the bathrobe, his peacock blue eyes glanced at the opponent's feet calmly.

She smiled slightly, with an apologetic expression on her face: "I'm a little hungry, come and find something to eat."

——I didn't seem to notice that the feet of "Mrs. Xavier" were still a strange blue color in the last second, and there were strange scales flipping.

Mrs. Xavier's brows loosened, and she barely calmed down the frightened mood before, and said flatly: "You find it yourself...I'll go out first."

Just as she was walking out while carefully shaving her hair, a boy with creamy chestnut hair appeared at the kitchen door holding a bottle of wine. He looked up with a strange expression:

"Raven... Vicki?"

……

"So..."

The red-haired, blue-skinned, golden-eyed Ruiwen sat naked on the kitchen stool, looking around.

They closed the kitchen door tightly this time, and the three of them formed a triangle and sat around the dining table.

"What are your abilities?"

Raven's eyes were alert and expectant.

As soon as Charles entered the kitchen door, he guessed what was going on inside, on the one hand because Raven's heartbeat was so easy to hear, and on the other hand because the scene was so clear.

He told Rui Wen about Vicky's ability, and Rui Wen returned to her original appearance.

As for why he knew Vicky was capable, and why he brought Vicky back with such confidence, Charles didn't say, and Ollivander didn't ask for the time being.

— presumably related to what Charles "saw" her thoughts while she was in a coma.

Most of her memories of the present world are protected by the laws of time and space, just like Professor X cannot see Deadpool's brain, and it is even more impossible for Charles, who has not yet fully developed his abilities, to see her past.

But Charles should have spied on the most profound and unforgettable deeds before she fell into a coma, such as Steve, Bucky, and... the Red Skull.

Most of his initial trust in her was based on his trust in "Captain America" ​​and "compatriots who are fellow mutants".

……

Ruiwen's big golden eyes were still staring at her.

Plus a tiny fluffy Charles in blue and white striped pajamas.

Ollivander looked at them with a feeling of dislocation in time and space, but she was soothed by her eyes in the end. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the red wine brought by Charles—it was probably dug from the wine cellar of Xavier’s house. came out—and stretched out his hand.

The golden vertical pupil reflected the pale hand and the wine bottle that suddenly disappeared beside that hand.

Ollivander shook his hand in front of her thoughtfully, and the next moment, the wine bottle reappeared in her hand, and the wine swayed slightly, as if overflowing with aroma.

On the blue skin, the smiles piled up like folds, and the piles piled up.

The red-haired girl couldn't help but burst out laughing, and stopped as if she was afraid of being discovered.

Ruiwen covered her mouth very cutely, but she didn't hide the smile in her eyes at all.

"Charles, Charles!"

She let out a low cry of surprise, and reached out to grab the corner of the pajamas of the boy beside her, and the blue feet under the table swayed, swayed, swayed.

"Our kind!"

The golden vertical pupils are sparkling, like a bright yellow gemstone.

"Our partner!"

The author has something to say: Don't panic!Definitely go back!Let's play with Kid Paper first!

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