[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tales 【Ⅷ】

"If I were you, I wouldn't be leaving Washington at such a wonderful time."

"Brilliant moment?" Dolores asked.

"——The declassification incident." Sherlock said lazily, as if lying on the sofa, his voice was a bit muffled, "Washington is in trouble now..." He gloated a little, "The fat man is going to get busy again. .”

"That sounds awful," Dolores said.

"...I still hope that you don't chat while driving." Watson's voice came louder, "Especially the one who drove the car for the first time without a driver's license..."

"Don't worry, I/she is very lucky." The two said in unison.

Dolores raised an eyebrow.

"...if you stay in Washington," Sherlock said, "you might be able to enjoy a good show. -The well-known Nazi scientific organization Hydra has quietly infiltrated a high-level country, but the entire country Don't know anything about it, oh! America—!"

"That's not what you said, Sherlock." Dolores said, "You care about politics...you don't even know who the current Prime Minister of Britain is."

"I never fill my head with useless stuff," said Sherlock. "Never."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Everything that can cause trouble for a fat man is not considered useless." Sherlock added.

"...I wish Mycroft could hear you say that." Dolores gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"It's not important, Dolores. What's important is that you stay in Washington, maybe you will be hit by shells that fall accidentally." Sherlock said lightly.

"Sounds good." Dolores stepped on the gas pedal lightly and picked up the speed.

"If you let go of the steering wheel, you might fall off the driveway," Sherlock said.

"That sounds good too."

"It's going to be boring though."

"The world is boring," Dolores replied. "You know what I want to do?"

"Oh—you think I'm blind? What confidence do you have in your unobstructed head?"

"I've never been confident, Sherlock."

"If you want to die, there are plenty of opportunities."

"No no no, on the contrary, if there is such an opportunity, I will seize it without hesitation-I can feel what can pose a real threat to my life."

"Huh? So you're a gypsy witch now? Did I tell you to believe in science?"

"You said that," Dolores said, "and then we were kicked out of the church by the priest."

"It's a sign of his guilt, I told you the other day," said Sherlock, "that priest himself is an atheist. He lied to everyone, and I'm just stating the truth."

"...so you want me to go into detail about what happened next, Sherlock?" Dolores said half-threateningly.

"... b." Sherlock's voice drooped, and she heard a muffled laugh from over there.

"Sorry," came Watson's voice, "I just thought your conversation was interesting... You know, Sherlock rarely..."

"I totally understand." Dolores shrugged. "It's hard for you to be a roommate with Sherlock."

"Better than your whole day—"

"...Ah? What did you say??" Dolores stretched out a hand and slapped down the computer screen, "...Is the signal not very good now? Well, it seems that the signal is really not very good -"

"...are you kidding me?"

Dolores rolled her eyes: "No."

"I'd rather be." Sherlock said incomprehensibly, "I advise you not to trust those weird information networks too much - I don't think they are reliable enough."

"...that's how I described your 'Homeless Mutual Aid League' back then." Dolores swerved sharply and turned around a sharp turn. .”

"What?! What happened?" Watson's voice squeezed in. "I think I heard the sound of a tire slipping, Dolores?"

"I'm fine," Dolores replied. "As you can see, everything is under control."

"'Everything is under control'?" Sherlock drew out, "...Oh, interesting, why is that not what I see."

"Who knows?" Dolores replied, casually. "Maybe you should reflect on yourself. But obviously I don't need to listen anymore." She said, glancing at the computer screen, "Hey, Watson , how should I stop?"

"...brake?" Watson said with some uncertainty.

"Squeak-"

"Wait, don't step on it in such a hurry!!!"

……

Dolores got out of the car, put on her backpack, and walked along the road according to the map.

It sounds cool, but for someone who is physically sluggish, it's just too painful.Not to mention that she was accompanied by the always venomous Sherlock... voice.

"...I really admire you, Hayek, even the disabled John can walk faster than you now."

"...shut up." Dolores stood still with her hands on her knees, "...he's a soldier."

"A disabled soldier."

"He's just mentally handicapped," Dolores straightened up and exhaled, "Don't think I don't know...I read his blog."

"...You actually look at that kind of thing."

"Hi! Sherlock! What are you talking about? What is 'that kind of thing'? My blog is obviously very popular." Watson interjected.

"It was really hot," Dolores said. "I have to say, 'The Hat's Detective' was hilarious," she scoffed.

"Maybe you'll be on John's blog today too," Sherlock warns, "...as a bad driver without a license."

"eon." Dolores rolled her eyes, "I don't care." She looked at the empty stop sign ahead, "...I just want to get in a car. . . . I'm so tired. Maybe I can Try to wear yourself out."

"..."

"... Forget it," Dolores shook her head, and she walked over wearily, leaning against the platform, "That would be too tiring."

……

That would be too tiring.

Dolores is not in great shape.She guessed Sherlock saw that.She doesn't understand why, this has always been a little habit of hers, and every time she feels depressed, she will act more high-spirited than usual.

Become more like a... "normal person".

But that often only makes her more tired, so the vicious circle.

Say gibberish but meaningless things, even when she's too tired to talk.

Dolores didn't know why, maybe it was Hydra, maybe it was the Winter Soldier, maybe it was the long shadow of Gotham.

And she just wanted to get in the car, find a seat, close her eyes quietly, think about nothing, and just stay there for a while.

In fact, everything went much smoother than Dolores thought, arrived at the station by bus, bought a ticket, and got on the car to New York——

Until there was a thunderous sound in the distance.Dolores turned her head away—

Washington... fireworks?

Dolores propped her face on one hand, and looked sideways out of the window. The sky looked a little abnormal. More people stood up, lay on the window, and exclaimed.

This feeling is somewhat familiar.She thought, she seemed to have seen it somewhere.

……Where is it?

She took out her mobile phone and quickly opened the website——

Helicarrier exploded?Dolores opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She closed her eyes, leaned back, leaned on the backrest, and exhaled softly.

——The last straw, everything collapsed.

She doesn't know how to describe her current mood.It's just that I suddenly feel ridiculous-whether it's me or the previous thoughts, anyway, she is the one who escaped, and it is the superhero who stays in Washington and fights side by side with the United States.

Yes, they didn't fit the order of the world, she thought so even now.But who can deny the contributions of superheroes?If there is no Avengers, all people will lose their freedom at this moment, and they will be ignorant and HYDRA will rule the world... This is definitely not a joke.When that moment comes, what is the meaning of talking about saving the world, talking about justice, talking about equality, talking about order?

In a world where people are reduced to machines, what is the use of "there are no criminals, only order" as Pierce proclaimed?

Dolores suddenly realized her own limitations, she felt her own smallness - although this feeling had enveloped her countless times, it never made her feel sober like this moment.

——Does the world need superheroes?

she asked herself.

The demise of Washington's "Insight Project" is still in sight. If there are no superheroes, who will stop the infiltration of Hydra?Who will expose their conspiracy?

They are like the last defense mechanism of this country, a powerful medicine to treat the world. Maybe every time this medicine is used, it will cause some allergic symptoms, and produce some side effects while curing the disease.But ask yourself, is it really necessary to completely abandon such a strong medicine? ...who can stop a greater danger without a superhero?

She opened her eyes suddenly, propped her forehead with one hand, and leaned on the table.

For some reason, the face of the Winter Soldier flashed into her mind, and even Edmund Hayek's face. ... She has done nothing, what can she do?

Edmund was right, she was like a clown.

Cowardly, ridiculous, self righteous.

What good is she to the world?If she can only shout empty slogans-compared with those superheroes who saved the world anyway, what qualifications does she have to claim to be "fair" to judge these people?

——After all, no matter what, she couldn't deny that she was also the one who was protected by them, and she didn't protect the world at all.

...Even she herself couldn't help loathing such a self.

Why didn't she try everything to kill herself like the Joker said?

It was the first time Dolores had looked into her heart so seriously.

—… Is it because, at the bottom of her heart, she is actually timid?Is it because she doesn't really want to die at all?

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