Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]
Chapter 84 Asha
"Hello, baby, my name is Asha."
Asha's curly short hair was tied up and shook her head.
The little girl with black hair and blue eyes was slow and dull, she glanced in the direction of speaking, expressionless.
This was the first sentence she had heard in half a year.
And she hasn't spoken for half a year.
But the black nanny was very patient, maybe she was told something in advance-for example, this child has autism or something.
All in all, she was terrified of Ollivander's "parents" and determined to take care of the "poor little one."
Asha was an ordinary person—so ordinary that she had no idea who she was taking care of on whose money.
She thought it was a little girl who needed to be taken care of because her parents were busy.
She has no culture, but she knows how to raise children.
She took care of little Ollivander.
……
Ollivander watched her busy quietly, without answering, crying or laughing, just like a real autistic child.
She didn't know exactly why she was sent out.
The furnishings in this room looked like an ordinary family, and even had a sense of life—there was even a picture of her on the partition.
The organization would be so kind?
She doesn't believe it.
The Red Skull, who is weak but still pervasive, said "she will be more useful than them" at the beginning, which made her firmly in her heart.
What do they want from her?
She couldn't figure it out, and this sentence became the limit of vigilance all the time.
"You must be out of exercise, poor boy."
Asha babbled, her thick lips opened and closed, revealing her white teeth.
"Basking in the sun, your little face can be flushed, it must be very beautiful!"
"—of course, little Vicky, you're already the prettiest kid I've ever seen."
Ollivander raised his pale face.
Even if she had never been short of nutrition before, the baby fat on her face had already faded away—if her pointed chin were exaggerated, it would look like a small triangle cone.
The room she stayed in before had no distinction between day and night, turning off the lights and turning on the lights was a new day - the little girl was originally fair-skinned, but now her skin was pale like a vampire.
Asha's chatter made her head buzz.
The silence of more than half a year made her heart more and more flustered. Before that, it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like to experience "hundreds of days and nights without any conversation".
This black nanny, who was tricked out of nowhere, was the first person she communicated with.
—Although it was never just Asha who was talking, she was listening.
……
Asha is a kind and nice person.
After observing for two months, Ollivander came to a conclusion.
Asha was a bit talkative, chattering like a fat black magpie, and of course it didn't rule out that she did it on purpose to guide the "autistic child" Ollivander.
Asha's body was soft and warm. When being hugged by her, Ollivander had to support her plump breasts with his hands, so as not to suffocate his face from being buried in it...
—Asha really, really loved holding her.
Asha is very lively and good at cooking.
After noticing that Ollivander has a hell-level horrible state of "no matter what taste or temperature, as long as it is food", she began to make many piggy-shaped steamed buns, baked red velvet cakes, soy milk boxes and so on. Snacks for her meal.
Ollivander was horrified to accept it. She felt that it was all unreal—as unreal as this whole fake house for a family of three.
This dream seems to be taken back at any time.
She began to miss Auston and Diana more frequently, deliberately, and forced herself.
The baby's memory is too easy to disperse, which is determined by the body. Under the meticulous care of Asha, who is like another mother, she must remind herself all the time:
Never, never, don't melt into this kind of warmth.
——Ollivander deeply remembered the death of her parents. When she was carrying this kind of hatred, she felt that every bit of joy she had was sinful.
When Ollivander was four, Asha started planning for her birthday a full month early.
The little girl can fully imagine what kind of mental activity Asha is, for example:
"Poor Vicky, your parents are busy with work and couldn't even come back to help you pass your third birthday. Asha wants you to have the most perfect birthday."
But she doesn't want to celebrate her birthday at all.
She didn't care about the "false parents" at all.
But she didn't say anything in the end.
For two full years, Ollivander hadn't said a word, but Asha pitied her more and more, as if she loved her own child—even though she was not married and had no children.
Ollivander didn't understand why.
—she didn't smile at her, she didn't talk to her, there was no more difficult child in the world, but Asha loved her.
Why does she love her?
Why does she love her?
Why does she love her?
I have asked countless times and there is no answer.
Maybe love is such an unanswered question.
……
On the day of her birthday, the chubby Asha put on the "full armor" she bought specially at the shopping mall in the city, and dressed herself up as a huge, pale orange, obese, holding a giant honey jar Winnie the Pooh.
Asha worked very hard, very hard, very joyously teasing her with the bear costume.
As I said before, Asha is a chubby woman, she puts herself in the same chubby doll costume, and even the Winnie the Pooh is covered by her.
She twisted her body, sang humming and chirping nursery rhymes, and made the unique "giggle" laughter of Winnie the Pooh.
Then she lifted the lid off the big honey jar, and pretended to eat the honey.
—However, in fact, Ollivander had already heard that the jar was full of sugar.
ding ding dong.
Dang ding ding.
Asha dug inside for a long time, but the glove (the kind with four fingers connected and only one thumb sticking out) was difficult to grasp, and she couldn't get a single candy out after a long time.
She had no choice but to pull off the hood in a little embarrassment, and stretched out her hands from her broad neck, with an embarrassing and flattering smile on her face, and grabbed candy for her again.
Ollivander's birthday was in summer, and it was already quite hot. Asha's head was covered with sweat, and her curly hair was crooked, and she didn't care much about it. The lodging on the back of the head.
The four-year-old girl sat on the sofa in a daze, her pale little face was slightly flushed with health.
She stared blankly at the candies that Asha stretched out in front of her for a long time. A few gaudy candies lay on her big, dark-skinned hands that had been dried deliberately. The wrappers were shiny and very attractive.
The little girl didn't reach out to grab the candy, but subconsciously touched Asha's little paw, which was squatting in front of her, and wiped off the sweat from her face.
At that moment, this dark-skinned woman, who was not really good-looking, smiled while crying, showing her big white teeth.
Birthday.Pooh.Asha.
and love.
……
——If all the time was fixed on this day, it would probably be an extremely happy ending.
The ordinary life has passed for a long time. At that moment, Ollivander, who was four years old, almost forgot what kind of fate she was carrying-the organization's monitoring was everywhere.
When she gave her first small response, this scene was transmitted to the eyes of the people behind the scenes through the surveillance hidden in this room.
"it's time."
The man smiled like a snake lurking in the dark, about to catch its prey.
So a robbery originated from "I don't have any money and I want to find some money to spend". At this warm birthday party, a robbery happened.
When the tall and strong man broke in with a machete and a gun, Asha's cheek was still pressed against Ollivander's little hand, and her smile and tears froze in place at the moment the door was broken.
She subconsciously used her fat body to block the little girl. The big belly of Winnie the Pooh was hanging on her skirt, which was still wearing an apron, and the pressed part protruded soft folds.
"What do you want? What do you want?" She desperately blocked the child behind her, her voice was hoarse, and she raised her hands high, indicating that she would not resist, "I can give you anything valuable!"
The broad back blocked Ollivander's sight. She only heard the footsteps that were originally at the door suddenly approaching this side very quickly, but after a few big strides, they came here...
"Bang!"
Faintly glimpsed a silver light, the sugar bowl subconsciously lifted by Asha shattered, the candy crackled and fell to the ground, and the shiny candy wrapper rolled around, but it was still shiny.
The child stared at the candy paper for a moment as if he hadn't realized it, but suddenly heard an extremely ominous "噗嗤".
The generous back tied with the apron belt suddenly arched back, and Asha's thick black legs stepped back a step or two, and a miserable howl came out of her throat.
Ollivander jerked violently, and before his head realized what had happened, his body had already responded spontaneously:
——The nasal cavity was sore for a moment, and the lacrimal gland gushed out physiological saline before it could be suppressed.
She saw drops of blood dripping from the floor, pat, pat, like splashing rain.
"Ah...!"
Asha!
She hadn't spoken for many years, her vocal cords were as stiff as sawing wood, and she could only utter a single syllable shrill and short.
The little body leaned forward in a panic, but was pushed back onto the sofa by Asha's trembling backhand.
"Pfft", another sharp cut.
Asha knelt down on the ground, holding the broken sugar bowl with both hands and throwing it at the robber's head. Half of her body was propped up on the sofa, and she was also protecting Ollivander. There was a "boom" when it was smashed, and it swayed in place.
Asha's black and white eyes burst out with a strong light of hope, but the next moment, the man stood firm again, and was furious after being provoked. He raised the machete and slashed down frantically. A pool of blood splashed the blue-eyed little girl's face.
The fishy smell ran down her forehead and slid onto her eyelashes, blurring her vision.
The world is scarlet.
……
"The choice...is yours."
The Red Skull waved his hand, and Asha, who had been trying to approach Ollivander before, stopped in place with a dull expression.
If you look closely, you can find that this black woman, who is already thinner and much older than before, has a faintly light-colored scar on her neck.
John Smit faced the face of the blond researcher Allen, stretched out his intact arms, and made a guiding gesture: "I have indulged you to play outside for long enough, child, just like this incomprehensible Negroes as you indulge."
Ollivander took a deep breath and almost laughed angrily: "Suppose you remember who tricked her here."
"Cheat?" Smith said in a cadence, "No, no, no, parents can't take care of her, a little girl with autism... which point is cheating?"
The girl gave him a fixed look, the vertical pupils of the snake became deeper and deeper, she ignored the sophistry—the Red Skull was provoking her.
[He's pissing off Vicky. 】
Charles whispered to everyone else.
[Her mutant ability is not stable, you should pay attention to her emotional state. 】
After Ollivander absorbed Ultron, the Avengers all learned about the details of Ollivander's abilities from Charles, and immediately paid attention to them.
But obviously, this level of speech is more like teasing than attacking - cat teasing a mouse, or whatever.
Smit soon got bored.
He didn't care much and glanced at the group of hopeless soldiers hanging upside down on the ceiling - they could only blushed and remained silent when they didn't get orders and couldn't break free at all.
Then he patted his palms lightly.
The next moment, Asha, who was originally fixed in place, trembled all over. Her round body was no longer trembling like before. Her expression gradually changed from empty to confused, and then to shock and fear.
She looked around and was stunned the moment she saw Ollivander, narrowing her eyes in disbelief:
"Little... Vicky?"
The author has something to say: Ah, I forgot to thank you yesterday _(:зゝ∠)_, let’s give fire to the big guys together today!
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Such a long list_(:зゝ∠)_, touch each one! ! ! ! ! !
Asha's curly short hair was tied up and shook her head.
The little girl with black hair and blue eyes was slow and dull, she glanced in the direction of speaking, expressionless.
This was the first sentence she had heard in half a year.
And she hasn't spoken for half a year.
But the black nanny was very patient, maybe she was told something in advance-for example, this child has autism or something.
All in all, she was terrified of Ollivander's "parents" and determined to take care of the "poor little one."
Asha was an ordinary person—so ordinary that she had no idea who she was taking care of on whose money.
She thought it was a little girl who needed to be taken care of because her parents were busy.
She has no culture, but she knows how to raise children.
She took care of little Ollivander.
……
Ollivander watched her busy quietly, without answering, crying or laughing, just like a real autistic child.
She didn't know exactly why she was sent out.
The furnishings in this room looked like an ordinary family, and even had a sense of life—there was even a picture of her on the partition.
The organization would be so kind?
She doesn't believe it.
The Red Skull, who is weak but still pervasive, said "she will be more useful than them" at the beginning, which made her firmly in her heart.
What do they want from her?
She couldn't figure it out, and this sentence became the limit of vigilance all the time.
"You must be out of exercise, poor boy."
Asha babbled, her thick lips opened and closed, revealing her white teeth.
"Basking in the sun, your little face can be flushed, it must be very beautiful!"
"—of course, little Vicky, you're already the prettiest kid I've ever seen."
Ollivander raised his pale face.
Even if she had never been short of nutrition before, the baby fat on her face had already faded away—if her pointed chin were exaggerated, it would look like a small triangle cone.
The room she stayed in before had no distinction between day and night, turning off the lights and turning on the lights was a new day - the little girl was originally fair-skinned, but now her skin was pale like a vampire.
Asha's chatter made her head buzz.
The silence of more than half a year made her heart more and more flustered. Before that, it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like to experience "hundreds of days and nights without any conversation".
This black nanny, who was tricked out of nowhere, was the first person she communicated with.
—Although it was never just Asha who was talking, she was listening.
……
Asha is a kind and nice person.
After observing for two months, Ollivander came to a conclusion.
Asha was a bit talkative, chattering like a fat black magpie, and of course it didn't rule out that she did it on purpose to guide the "autistic child" Ollivander.
Asha's body was soft and warm. When being hugged by her, Ollivander had to support her plump breasts with his hands, so as not to suffocate his face from being buried in it...
—Asha really, really loved holding her.
Asha is very lively and good at cooking.
After noticing that Ollivander has a hell-level horrible state of "no matter what taste or temperature, as long as it is food", she began to make many piggy-shaped steamed buns, baked red velvet cakes, soy milk boxes and so on. Snacks for her meal.
Ollivander was horrified to accept it. She felt that it was all unreal—as unreal as this whole fake house for a family of three.
This dream seems to be taken back at any time.
She began to miss Auston and Diana more frequently, deliberately, and forced herself.
The baby's memory is too easy to disperse, which is determined by the body. Under the meticulous care of Asha, who is like another mother, she must remind herself all the time:
Never, never, don't melt into this kind of warmth.
——Ollivander deeply remembered the death of her parents. When she was carrying this kind of hatred, she felt that every bit of joy she had was sinful.
When Ollivander was four, Asha started planning for her birthday a full month early.
The little girl can fully imagine what kind of mental activity Asha is, for example:
"Poor Vicky, your parents are busy with work and couldn't even come back to help you pass your third birthday. Asha wants you to have the most perfect birthday."
But she doesn't want to celebrate her birthday at all.
She didn't care about the "false parents" at all.
But she didn't say anything in the end.
For two full years, Ollivander hadn't said a word, but Asha pitied her more and more, as if she loved her own child—even though she was not married and had no children.
Ollivander didn't understand why.
—she didn't smile at her, she didn't talk to her, there was no more difficult child in the world, but Asha loved her.
Why does she love her?
Why does she love her?
Why does she love her?
I have asked countless times and there is no answer.
Maybe love is such an unanswered question.
……
On the day of her birthday, the chubby Asha put on the "full armor" she bought specially at the shopping mall in the city, and dressed herself up as a huge, pale orange, obese, holding a giant honey jar Winnie the Pooh.
Asha worked very hard, very hard, very joyously teasing her with the bear costume.
As I said before, Asha is a chubby woman, she puts herself in the same chubby doll costume, and even the Winnie the Pooh is covered by her.
She twisted her body, sang humming and chirping nursery rhymes, and made the unique "giggle" laughter of Winnie the Pooh.
Then she lifted the lid off the big honey jar, and pretended to eat the honey.
—However, in fact, Ollivander had already heard that the jar was full of sugar.
ding ding dong.
Dang ding ding.
Asha dug inside for a long time, but the glove (the kind with four fingers connected and only one thumb sticking out) was difficult to grasp, and she couldn't get a single candy out after a long time.
She had no choice but to pull off the hood in a little embarrassment, and stretched out her hands from her broad neck, with an embarrassing and flattering smile on her face, and grabbed candy for her again.
Ollivander's birthday was in summer, and it was already quite hot. Asha's head was covered with sweat, and her curly hair was crooked, and she didn't care much about it. The lodging on the back of the head.
The four-year-old girl sat on the sofa in a daze, her pale little face was slightly flushed with health.
She stared blankly at the candies that Asha stretched out in front of her for a long time. A few gaudy candies lay on her big, dark-skinned hands that had been dried deliberately. The wrappers were shiny and very attractive.
The little girl didn't reach out to grab the candy, but subconsciously touched Asha's little paw, which was squatting in front of her, and wiped off the sweat from her face.
At that moment, this dark-skinned woman, who was not really good-looking, smiled while crying, showing her big white teeth.
Birthday.Pooh.Asha.
and love.
……
——If all the time was fixed on this day, it would probably be an extremely happy ending.
The ordinary life has passed for a long time. At that moment, Ollivander, who was four years old, almost forgot what kind of fate she was carrying-the organization's monitoring was everywhere.
When she gave her first small response, this scene was transmitted to the eyes of the people behind the scenes through the surveillance hidden in this room.
"it's time."
The man smiled like a snake lurking in the dark, about to catch its prey.
So a robbery originated from "I don't have any money and I want to find some money to spend". At this warm birthday party, a robbery happened.
When the tall and strong man broke in with a machete and a gun, Asha's cheek was still pressed against Ollivander's little hand, and her smile and tears froze in place at the moment the door was broken.
She subconsciously used her fat body to block the little girl. The big belly of Winnie the Pooh was hanging on her skirt, which was still wearing an apron, and the pressed part protruded soft folds.
"What do you want? What do you want?" She desperately blocked the child behind her, her voice was hoarse, and she raised her hands high, indicating that she would not resist, "I can give you anything valuable!"
The broad back blocked Ollivander's sight. She only heard the footsteps that were originally at the door suddenly approaching this side very quickly, but after a few big strides, they came here...
"Bang!"
Faintly glimpsed a silver light, the sugar bowl subconsciously lifted by Asha shattered, the candy crackled and fell to the ground, and the shiny candy wrapper rolled around, but it was still shiny.
The child stared at the candy paper for a moment as if he hadn't realized it, but suddenly heard an extremely ominous "噗嗤".
The generous back tied with the apron belt suddenly arched back, and Asha's thick black legs stepped back a step or two, and a miserable howl came out of her throat.
Ollivander jerked violently, and before his head realized what had happened, his body had already responded spontaneously:
——The nasal cavity was sore for a moment, and the lacrimal gland gushed out physiological saline before it could be suppressed.
She saw drops of blood dripping from the floor, pat, pat, like splashing rain.
"Ah...!"
Asha!
She hadn't spoken for many years, her vocal cords were as stiff as sawing wood, and she could only utter a single syllable shrill and short.
The little body leaned forward in a panic, but was pushed back onto the sofa by Asha's trembling backhand.
"Pfft", another sharp cut.
Asha knelt down on the ground, holding the broken sugar bowl with both hands and throwing it at the robber's head. Half of her body was propped up on the sofa, and she was also protecting Ollivander. There was a "boom" when it was smashed, and it swayed in place.
Asha's black and white eyes burst out with a strong light of hope, but the next moment, the man stood firm again, and was furious after being provoked. He raised the machete and slashed down frantically. A pool of blood splashed the blue-eyed little girl's face.
The fishy smell ran down her forehead and slid onto her eyelashes, blurring her vision.
The world is scarlet.
……
"The choice...is yours."
The Red Skull waved his hand, and Asha, who had been trying to approach Ollivander before, stopped in place with a dull expression.
If you look closely, you can find that this black woman, who is already thinner and much older than before, has a faintly light-colored scar on her neck.
John Smit faced the face of the blond researcher Allen, stretched out his intact arms, and made a guiding gesture: "I have indulged you to play outside for long enough, child, just like this incomprehensible Negroes as you indulge."
Ollivander took a deep breath and almost laughed angrily: "Suppose you remember who tricked her here."
"Cheat?" Smith said in a cadence, "No, no, no, parents can't take care of her, a little girl with autism... which point is cheating?"
The girl gave him a fixed look, the vertical pupils of the snake became deeper and deeper, she ignored the sophistry—the Red Skull was provoking her.
[He's pissing off Vicky. 】
Charles whispered to everyone else.
[Her mutant ability is not stable, you should pay attention to her emotional state. 】
After Ollivander absorbed Ultron, the Avengers all learned about the details of Ollivander's abilities from Charles, and immediately paid attention to them.
But obviously, this level of speech is more like teasing than attacking - cat teasing a mouse, or whatever.
Smit soon got bored.
He didn't care much and glanced at the group of hopeless soldiers hanging upside down on the ceiling - they could only blushed and remained silent when they didn't get orders and couldn't break free at all.
Then he patted his palms lightly.
The next moment, Asha, who was originally fixed in place, trembled all over. Her round body was no longer trembling like before. Her expression gradually changed from empty to confused, and then to shock and fear.
She looked around and was stunned the moment she saw Ollivander, narrowing her eyes in disbelief:
"Little... Vicky?"
The author has something to say: Ah, I forgot to thank you yesterday _(:зゝ∠)_, let’s give fire to the big guys together today!
--------------
.
.
Such a long list_(:зゝ∠)_, touch each one! ! ! ! ! !
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