[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra economic chief

"I want the Avengers."

"What, it's impossible!" The surprised objections of the two sounded together.

"No, no, don't answer so decisively, 20 days, I'll give you 20 days to think about it." Christine walked around the two of them slowly, and said with a smile, "It's a complete signing of the agreement." Sokovia agreement, or under my control, you choose self-government."

Tony stepped forward and held down Steve: "You mean you can solve the agreement that is jointly supported by 110 and seven countries." Steve is not a fool, and he glanced at Christine slightly vigilantly after hearing this.

"Ha! Youare socute, Tony, why do you think so."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not. Superficial work must be done, but sometimes, dark places are most likely to appear in bright places."

Christine smiled.

You came to me a few times, Tony didn't take any advantages or promises from Christine, he just confirmed that Fury and Natasha would be transferred from the strict sea prison to a more lenient prison.

After the two left, Rumlow hugged her from behind: "Is it okay to disclose your government resources like this?"

"When will I do something I'm not sure about. Besides, they will be overwhelmed soon."

After returning in vain, the two returned to the Avengers. As soon as they entered the hall, they saw Fury and Natasha sitting in the middle tiredly. Crumbs all over the floor.

"Hey!" Tony and Steve hugged the two in surprise, and their resentment towards Christine faded a little.

"What's going on here, what about Wanda and Vision?" Steve looked around strangely.

"Oh... don't mention it again." Including the two old members who had just regained their freedom, they couldn't bear to look directly at them.

At this time, Wanda carefully wrapped a swaddle in energy and walked out of the bathroom. The vision behind him was holding a booklet: "... 30ml of water with a spoonful of milk powder, the water temperature is controlled at 35 to [-] degrees between……"

Tony opened his mouth wide and said deliberately: "The speed is fast enough, even the child is out."

Wanda glared at him, and carefully put the baby in the air into the pram beside her. After putting it away, she breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Wanda?" Steve looked at her.

Wanda spread out on the sofa beside her, and the vision next to her naturally said, "Tom Lanshere Slytherin, Wanda's younger brother."

"how did it get here?"

Wanda expressed unrequited love: "My father sent it."

"Magneto is really fair enough to kidnap Pietro and bring us big trouble, be a babysitter?" Hawkeye twirled a saber in his hand.

"It's over if you hire a nanny, what a big deal." Tony didn't understand why.

Sam smiled and said: "That's the problem. Magneto wants Wanda and Tom to develop a relationship. And we owe Magneto such a big favor...and..."

Wanda took the conversation and continued: "There is also the current nanny... Tsk, child abuse incidents happen frequently, even if he is a half-brother, he is still my younger brother." Natasha slightly raised her eyebrows and did not tell Wang Da, her face now is really covered with the soft light of being a sister.

Suddenly a question came to mind, and Steve asked cautiously: "That... his mother agrees?"

"I don't know, Eric didn't say."

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Tony poked the tender face in the basket with his hand: "What's the last name of Slytherin?"

"Follow your mother's surname." She waved her hands and didn't want to talk about that 'scary' woman.

"Then what are you going to do? Who will take him when you go on a mission? Anyway, it's impossible for me." Continue to poke.

"How about...I'll do it." Natasha suggested, pulling her drooping red hair.

The eyes of others suddenly focused.

"It's okay to stay here anyway, I'll come when Wanda is away."

Steve nodded. "That's fine, but can you? I mean..."

Tony took Tom's hand and shook it: "I'll ask Jarvis to help, hey! He opened his eyes..." Startled by the sudden opening of red eyes, Tony turned around and looked at everyone.

"stop!"

"Don't move, Stark." Sam and Fury warned together, unfortunately.

"Wow... wow... wow..." Little Tom, who was awakened by the teasing, opened his round red eyes, curled his mouth, and started howling.

"Oh, god, here we go again." Sam covered his ears helplessly, avoiding another wave of floating teacup wreckage.

Tony, who was the first to bear the brunt of the magic sound, was already stupid. Could it be that the circles of floating things in the air were the masterpiece of this guy.The Scarlet Witch, who had gone through three battles, directly pulled aside Tony, who was in the way, and carefully wrapped the baby with chaos magic again, shaking it gently, but it was only three times. Tom, who was no longer interested in this method, continued to moan. Sobbing.

The Avengers here were swayed by Christine with the help of Magneto, abducted a successfully trained successor, and stuffed in the genetically mutated crying bag Dark Lord.

Rumlow on the other side looked after his pregnant fiancée diligently, naively thinking that the morning was over.

After dinner, Christine hung up the phone from England, and packed her luggage in front of Rumlow.

"I'll come, I'll come, will you go tomorrow?" She handed him the things in her hand, anyway, she was just pretending.The prevaricated hummed casually and went back to the room to rest by herself. The world is big, and the piece of meat in her stomach is the biggest. She doesn't believe that mother and son can't heal a crossbone together.The typical one with a baby in her arms is not in a panic.

#Dare to break up, hehe#

Early the next morning, before Rumlow had time to get up, he heard movement on the roof outside, and suddenly thought of a few planes on the roof, and felt a bad feeling in his heart, so he hurriedly climbed up from the window.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Christine happily waved to Rumlow on the roof and made a grimace: "Queen Red, let's go."

Rumlow was burning with rage, and without thinking about her current status, she dared to fly a plane across the Atlantic alone.He turned his head and ran to another plane next to him, while controlling to catch up with Christine in front, while contacting the security department of the branch and waiting along the way.

Holding the communicator, Rumlow wanted to yell at her angrily, and thinking that pregnant women tend to be impulsive, he coaxed her with internal injuries: "Wendy, it's my fault, you are not alone now, let's go to the front Is it okay to stop in the outskirts of the city?"

Christine held the mobile phone and asked questions like those on the Internet: "Didn't you want to break up yesterday."

"My fault."

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"Wendy?"

"You really only value children. If I'm not pregnant, do you still want to break up?"

"..."

Not hearing Rumlow's answer, Christine was triumphant at first, and then furious: "Brock Rumlow, you bastard!"

"Red queen, speed up."

"Wendy, Wendy..." Rumlow chased after him helplessly, "Are all pregnant women so difficult?" He and Christine have always been sweet, without elder guidance, no companions to consult, and Ron, who doesn't like surfing the Internet. Mlo was bewildered.

Along the way, over the United States, there are more and more escorting planes.In order not to expose Holmes' old house, Christine temporarily landed at the London airport.After sending away the security guards, Christine successfully arrived at 6B Baker Street under the escort of MI221, followed by Rumlow, who was chasing his wife.

221B Baker Street

"So, infact...you, you mean..."

"Yes."

"I'm your...best...friend" "man."

"Yes, of course...you are my best friend. So you'll have to make speech."

Christine heard such a sentence as soon as she entered the door, and said casually: "No, you have to prepare two."

"Hello, Dr. Watson."

"Hello."

Sherlock took a good look at her, but didn't see anything special, and refused, "No, it's enough to have McCoff."

"First you have to convince Aunt Mossy."

"mean."

Watson next to him was surprised: "Miss Wood, are you getting married too?"

Coincidentally, Rumlow got rid of Mrs. Hudson and came upstairs: "No, how could I get married, my fiancé is going to break up with me."

Rumlow: "..."

"Wendy!"

"You yell at me..." For some reason, Christine suddenly remembered that Rumlow was determined to break up that day, and she was very depressed. She didn't care as much about this matter as she thought.

"I didn't, oh, sorry, my fault." Rumlow said in a low voice.

Christine blinked and blinked, and the tears in her heart came out. She secretly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, but was grabbed by Rumlow.

"Wendy...you...you cried." Rumlow stammered in fright, a tough man squatted on the ground and carefully wiped the corners of her eyes, Christine's sad tears flowed even more joyfully.

Sherlock, who was beside him, turned his head and said, "Wendy?"

"It's okay, it's just that pregnant women are more emotional."

Standing there blinking, Sherlock picked up the cup of coffee with eyes again, drank it in one gulp, and stared at the black eyes in the cup.

"you are pregnant???"

"Oh, yes, you are going to...uncle, Mycroft...didn't I tell you?" Christine sobbed under Rumlow's coaxing. "Are you surprised?"

"Yes, very much." Sherlock replied in a trance.

"I'm sorry, John." After calming down, Christine apologized to the neglected Watson, "Perhaps, you will welcome me to your wedding."

"Nono, it's nothing, it's normal for pregnant women." Watson said he didn't mind, and welcomed Christine's request, "Of course I welcome it."