Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

fragrance.

Familiar and sweet.

The taste is very similar to the one I remember, maybe the recipe has been changed a little bit, but it is still very fragrant, it is the taste of...pure ingredients.

Wheat, nuts, honey, eggs, milk... plus a little dried berries.

It was the taste she had smelled and tasted before, and she still remembered the moment of happiness when the crispy particles exploded on the tip of her tongue.

——A Fu's craftsmanship.

...but that was really, really long ago.

That memory is one of her rare parts of this world that has not been replaced by the cold mechanical sense of organization. It has been tightly locked in the deepest part of her memory palace, packed in a glittering and gorgeous box, but never opened , almost gathering dust.

Now the familiarity of "finally goodbye" finally awakened her dull brain.

——She felt that her brain had been sealed for a long time, so long that she could make a "bang bang bang bang" sound when she shook her hand twice.

……

——whoami? (who I am?)

- I'm Victoria Ollivander.

She raised her head little by little, and the very soft warm light made her eyeballs sting.

——whereami? (Where am I?)

A box that was randomly thrown on the ground floated out of the gate of the palace, showing her scrolls of paintings.

——The button to start the freezing chamber was touched by something shaking wildly, and the overwhelming cold air rushed up from the limbs...Of course she couldn't escape.

Ollivander moved her waist subconsciously, and the metal arm around her was full of presence.

——what time is it? (when is it?)

The man under her was motionless. If it wasn't for the fact that she could feel the steady beating heart of the other person, she would suspect that they had slept for a whole century.

The full and powerful magic power in her body told her that the magic power of this body had undergone a qualitative change during the time period of freezing and sleeping, and this was definitely not something that could be accomplished in a short period of time.

The magic of a wizard is linked to many things, such as age, blood, and soul.

The scent in the air became more and more obvious, and this familiarity made the girl unable to continue thinking about the situation.

She turned her face away with difficulty, the Winter Soldier's brown hair brushed against her, and the tip of her nose literally brushed against his cheek.

——It's amazing, the man has a strong body, and his face is not long and thin, so his cheeks are still a little soft.

Even the Winter Soldier, who was used to freezing and thawing, didn't wake up, so they wouldn't have slept until thousands of years ago, right?

Thinking of this, she reached out and groped along the man's metal arm to his cold palm.

He stretched out his fingers and scratched his palm—the metal arm seemed to move accordingly.

He is not sober.

Then she clasped his palm and pushed it aside.

Ollivander just rolled off of him.

……

Let go of the shading hand, and the eyeballs that have not seen the light for a long time finally adapt.

There are all kinds of messy sounds in my ears: the sound of the TV, the clanging and clanging in the kitchen, the wind blowing through the grass, the sound of footsteps on the soft carpet, the gentle conversation between two people...

These voices were far away from her, and she could estimate the distance accurately to meters, but these voices were very close to her, and many unnecessary small details could be heard clearly, spinning around in her ears.

Like the magic power in her body, her hearing has been enhanced, refined, and undergone a qualitative change.

No, not just hearing.

When every cell is metamorphosed, the explosive power of the body does not seem to belong to itself.

Bones and muscles made a belated "click" between actions, and Ollivander wondered if he could wring the neck of a Hungarian Horntail (a draconic, magical creature) with his bare hands.

——But in contrast to the physical weakness, it seems that the strong cell power is not free. The serum of a super soldier can create an unstable but powerful fighter. Naturally, it may also take away while giving her strength. her health.

—That is to say, she may be able to withstand the impact of a train, but she may also die of a simple cold.

This is similar to, "Physical resistance is full, magic resistance is negative".

— how fair.

……

"Aren't they awake yet?" asked the owner of the footsteps that had just stepped on the carpet.

From his lazy and slightly frivolous magnetic voice, this man is a handsome but "open" man.

"Yes, young master, I didn't hear anything before." Probably the old man who was the housekeeper replied.

Ollivander sat halfway, and finally confirmed that the place they were in was really a guest room of a certain mansion...

The decoration here looks quite normal, at least it made her feel that she didn't sleep until the next century.

The girl didn't think about why she and the Winter Soldier weren't in the freezer at the moment, nor did she plan to ask who and how they got here... because she had a vague guess.

After the sound of the oven being turned on, the rich and explosive aroma made her guess a little more believable.

"Bring me a cookie with black coffee, Fu."

...Merlin, it's actually true.

The black-haired girl looked down at her white coat for a moment, at a loss.

……

Ah Fu?Alfred?

Wayne's?Batman?

Although she has seen the younger version of Superman, she still feels that "the heroes of Marvel and DC appear in the same world" is too... difficult to describe in words.

Soon after she was born, Auston and Diana took her to visit their friends, but the baby's body needs enough sleep, she has no idea where she is when she wakes up, and her parents will not deliberately tell her Place names - how can a baby who eats, eats and sleeps all day long know where is where?

So she wasn't quite sure if she was in New York or Gotham.

As for the Wayne couple, her parents always called them by their first names, and Ollivander didn't know what their surnames were. She only knew that the capable butler of their family was called "Afu". A paste".

As for the name of the little owner of that house is Bruce...

Come on, several in ten males in America could be named Bruce.

They didn't stay at Wayne's house for long that time. Little Victoria, who ate, slept, and teased her father all day long, the only thing she cared about in her little head was the delicious taste of cookies.

——It’s just that she never thought that there would be a day of goodbye in her life.

How ironic, the little boy who pretended to be an adult turned out to be a superhero, and the little girl who teased his father all day became a hydra.

The contrast between hero and villain is so stark.

She had a feeling that she would never eat Ah Fu's cookies again.

This thought had just passed through his mind when Ollivander suddenly felt his hand burn.

——A piece of biscuit appeared in her hand out of nowhere, it was hot and fragrant, fresh from the oven.

Ollivander: ? ? ?

Alfred who served the plate outside:? ? ?

Bruce just reached for a cookie Wayne: ? ? ?

……

"20...11 years?"

The graceful girl in a white coat sat on the sofa with her hands and feet tied up, staring at a large plate of cookies in front of her.

With her long black hair loose, she looked young and petite, with an Asian softness and sophistication.

And obviously, she's very resistant to them asking "why did that cookie just disappear"...things like that.

"Yes, miss." Bruce Wayne leaned leisurely on the other side. He was flamboyant and handsome, with a suit and leather shoes and neat hair. He could go directly to the Wayne Building to hold a meeting.

"Why do you ask this? Excuse me, maybe you guys had some accident? So you passed out in the alley? Did you... forget something?"

This is simply a glorified version of "lost memory".

Ollivander was silent for a moment.

Passed out in an alley?There must be no monitoring, it is really difficult to verify the rhetoric.

It seems that this is the statement of the dark night knight, who is unwilling to reveal his identity, to distance himself.

"...Maybe it is." The girl seemed relieved, her cold eyes looked around calmly, and she seemed unaccustomed to many modern technological things.

Then she changed the subject on her own, "Where is...where? You..."

"Before that, fair lady, maybe you can tell me your name?"

The girl with peacock blue eyes raised her head, hesitated and thought for a while, and said, "Just call me Victoria."

victoria...

Bruce Wayne paused while holding the black coffee.

The old housekeeper nodded imperceptibly, he glanced into the girl's eyes indistinctly, lowered his eyes and put his hands on them, without saying a word.

Bruce, who was reconfirmed, didn't know what mood he was in.

A childhood sweetheart who shouldn't be a few years younger than him, but now looks like his daughter.

……

"Sir, what should I call you..."

"The famous playboy of the Wayne Group has once again shot for beauty! Bruce Wayne is suspected of stealing Iron Man's girlfriend? How will Tony Stark respond to this? Please look forward to the "Entertainment Week" at [-] o'clock tonight. news"!……"

Bruce Wayne: ...

Ollivander, who was about to follow him and pretend to be stupid: ...? ? ?

Alfred: ...cough cough.