[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

"Ah!" Jason yelled, opened his eyes, and took a big breath.There was still darkness in front of him, and he completely lost his direction, just like the feeling of weightlessness when he was diving rapidly on a roller coaster. In that short eight seconds, he didn't even know if he was still fixed on the seat.

The first thing that feels strange is the smell of the air, the bitter, pungent smell of disinfectant and the artificial citrus aroma of floor cleaner.Then the darkness in front of me melted away bit by bit, as if someone wiped away the heavy dust on the window of the soul, the black world turned into a faint gray, like walking into a thick fog, and then the thick fog Gradually dissipated, and the picture brightened.The smell that Jason smelled at the tip of his nose gradually became equal to what he saw - this was the waiting area of ​​the hospital.

Why is he in the hospital?Is anyone hurt?

"Bruce?" This was the first name Jason thought of. He waited for a while and found no one responded, so he raised his voice and tried again, "Ah Fu?"

The corridors of the hospital were still chillingly quiet.

"Hello?" Jason slowly got up from the plastic chair in the waiting area, stretched his neck and looked around, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered.There was not even an echo in such an empty corridor.

Jason swallowed, looked up and began to look for the direction board, fortunately this is normal.After a little thought, Jason chose the direction of "West Ward 101-108". At least there should be nurses on duty or family members of the patients in the ward area, right?

I hope so, otherwise Jason really doesn't know where to turn for help, he always feels that something is not right, as if he has forgotten something.

After getting the direction, the corridor didn't seem to be endless anymore. Jason soon saw the first person since "waking up". Although the other person was a child, it was better to have someone than no one.

"Hey, kid!" Jason waved his hand and greeted the kid, "Do you know where to find the nurse on duty? I have some questions I want to ask."

The child dropped his head and ignored him, not even looking in his direction. Jason tilted his head and noticed the metal ring hidden between the child's dark blonde hair, and the red earmuffs covering the ears earphones.

—Aha, so he can't hear me.

Jason was about to step forward to pat the child on the shoulder when he saw a man wearing a red flannel plaid shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to the wrists, the hem was neatly tucked into the jeans, and the gray hair was neatly combed. The old man stepped forward and squatted down in front of the child.

"Come on, Peter, your mother wants to see you."

The child still silently let the old man fiddle with it, took off the earphones and put the tape (wait, tape?) into the backpack together, and pushed him to move into the ward.During all this, neither of them gave Jason half a look, as if he didn't exist at all.

"OK, this is starting to get a little weird..." Jason walked carefully towards the empty nursing station. Various leaflets were posted on the walls, ranging from advocating regular health checkups to calling for self-health management during flu peaks. Children with fever If it exceeds 38.5 degrees Celsius, please seek medical attention.It looks very normal, but the computer on the table is a bulky old-fashioned model, and from Jason's perspective, the personal items on the nurse's table are completely free of mobile phones, tablets, and various Mp3 players , but there is a CDplayer.

True or false, first tape and then CDplayer?This is not Back to the Future!

Jason then turned to the ward into which the child, Peter, had just been ushered.Apart from Peter and the old man, there were several other men and women in the room. All of them gathered around a hospital bed so that Jason could not see the appearance of the patient on the bed.It didn't look like a happy scene, especially as several women were covering their mouths with their sleeves and sobbing with shaking shoulders.Therefore, when the high-frequency beep of the ECG monitor was accompanied by little Peter screaming "Mom!", Jason's first thought was to dodge outside the door. He didn't mean to crash into this kind of Intimate moments.

But that word made him freeze on the spot, unable to move.

A simple "Mom", probably one of the first words everyone learns, made Jason look like a wild animal caught by a flashlight in the middle of the night, unable to move at all.

Mom, Sheila Heywood, Clown, Warehouse, Explosion.

Jason looked down stiffly to check his hands and body. He wasn't wearing a Robin uniform, but a gray shirt and a brown jacket, which was what he was wearing on the outbound plane.His limbs and body were intact, not to mention the pile of bones broken by the clown, not even a scratch.

Is this a dream?Why would he dream of a hospital from at least 20 years ago with a bunch of people he didn't know?They don't even dress like Gotham folks, they look like the folks who grow corn in Superman's hometown!

"Peter, you wait here first. Don't run around, wait!" The old man dragged Peter, who was crying and kicking non-stop, out of the ward, and went straight through Jason's body—without stopping He bumped right into it—until the old man pressed Peter on the seat, quickly explained a few words, then turned around and "dressed" Jason again and returned to the ward.

"What the hell?" Jason backed away from the door in panic, allowing a group of medical staff to rush into the ward.Although he didn't feel it at all, the feeling of seeing himself being hit by someone head-on was still very strange, especially when he looked at himself, he didn't feel that he was transparent at all, and he could actually touch himself.

In the midst of this chaos, Peter ran wildly in the direction Jason walked in at first.

"Hey! Boy! Don't run around!" Jason subconsciously chased after him.He's seen this a lot in Gotham, terrified kids ignoring the police or other adults' orders to "don't run away" and running around like headless chickens, usually ending up hurting themselves.

Whether he was dreaming, whether he was dead or out of his body, none of these questions mattered at the moment.

Jason just wanted to get the grieving kid back, who had clearly just lost a loved one, and keep him out of trouble.His family is clearly trying to save Peter's mother, and success or failure, if they turn around and find that the baby is gone, they will surely die.

"Boy, Peter!" Jason chased all the way out of the hospital, and saw Peter lying on the grass outside in the posture of a dog chewing mud.

Then, Jason swears that this is the most realistic interstellar sci-fi blockbuster he has ever seen. There is no doubt that he beat the Enterprise and completely defeated the Death Star of the Empire.There was a goddamn spaceship in front of his eyes, and Jason could feel the air currents from that ship hovering in the air, blowing his hair into a frantic furball.

It's so damn handsome and blows up the galaxy!The premise is that the spaceship doesn't just stop right on top of Peter's head.

Jason hated himself for always moving his body faster than his mind.He didn't even have all of Robin's equipment right now, so the chances of winning against a spaceship with his bare hands were almost non-existent, let alone who knew what kind of passengers it was carrying.But he just couldn't sit back and watch Peter put his hands up to his face and yell at how his mother was terrified.

He has to do something.But it had just been verified in the hospital that he couldn't touch anyone, so there was absolutely no way he could pull Peter away from what looked like a legendary "tractor beam".

Or could he try to possess himself?Ghosts can possess... right?

"Damn it, I should ask Sam more about ghosts." Jason bent his body and took a deep breath, kicked forward vigorously, and rushed towards Peter who was shrouded in the beam of light as fast as he could.

"Mom!" Peter was still shouting hysterically.

Suddenly his voice was forcibly cut off, and Peter Quill was horrified to find that his body stood up uncontrollably, raised his legs and walked towards the outside of the spaceship's aperture autonomously.No matter how much he thought about stopping, his body was still moving with weird marionette-like steps.

Until that ray of light seemed impatient, and it suddenly intensified several times, making his body directly float into the air and approach the spaceship.

Peter swears by the dad he's never met, and he hears a name come out of his own mouth: "Bruce!"

***

When Jason woke up for the second time and found himself in a monotonous prison cell, he first felt relieved by the familiar situation, and then, according to his habit, began to inspect the place where he was detained, looking for loopholes that could be exploited to escape .

The first thing he checks is his body—wait, it's not his body!This is the body of the child, Peter.

"What the hell is going on?" He pinched his own (Peter) face, and a pain could be clearly felt from the flesh. He was indeed in this body, and his theory of ghost possession was successful.

Yeah, he was trying to run out of the spaceship's aperture.But the ghost thing suddenly increased the suction, and he remembered flying, and then lost consciousness.But here comes the question, if he is in the body now, what about Peter?Peter shouldn't be squeezed out by him, right?

"Eh...Hello? The earth is calling Peter?" Jason whispered, looking around his body with wide eyes.

——Don't look, I'm here.And who are you?why are you in my bodyWhere am I?I remember having a spaceship and then all of a sudden my body wouldn't work!

Peter's voice buzzed in Jason's mind, like an echoed whisper.

"Thank goodness, I thought I lost you." Jason patted his chest in relief, as long as there was a response, "Uh, I'm Jason."

—Nice to meet you, goodbye.

"Uh..." Jason thought he understood what Peter meant, but he couldn't, "Sorry, I don't think I know how to get out of your body, maybe you try kicking me out?"

— Do you think I haven't tried it?I do it all the time!Where did you come from, ghost, to be so unprofessional?

"Hey, I'm trying to save you, you kid who was kidnapped by aliens." Jason retorted as he fumbled along the prison wall, "Now if you can't get me out of here for a while, just be quiet. I'm researching ways to escape."

— So obviously your first attempt to "save me" didn't work!Now that we're all in an alien prison, how can you be sure you'll get out?

Jason squatted on the floor and squinted to observe a small fence that seemed to be movable. There was water flowing under the fence, and there was a creature that looked like a mutant slug swimming around inside.This cell does not seem to have an additional toilet, so it is reasonable to infer that this small fence with running water and slugs is the place to deal with the physiological needs of prisoners.

"It's really...environmentally friendly." Jason went to the cell door and felt around the door, but couldn't find anything resembling a lock. "Well, an electronic lock. No surprise."

—Have you found anything?genius.

Peter's voice sounded full of fun, and Jason couldn't help rolling his eyes.He's changed his mind a little bit, he really wants the brat gone now, the last thing he needs on an alien spaceship where the enemy is in the dark is a teammate who taunts him the whole time.

"Listen, brat, I don't want to get stuck in your body, okay? I really want to help, and I'm trying to help you now, so if you can kindly stop talking sourly for a while and figure out a way together I welcome it. Otherwise let the professional come, thank you."

——Are you professionally kidnapped or professionally escaped?Dude, who are you?Or should I ask who you were before you were alive?

"Well, I can be considered a superhero. Although I haven't joined the major leagues yet, I can still be considered a hero." Jason was a little proud, but that pride quickly turned into disappointment.Obviously he is dead and turned into a ghost. He will not be able to join the alliance in this life, and he will be on the same level as those super powerful first-line bosses.

Hell, he'd love to fight side by side with Bruce instead of being a sidekick forever.

Peter didn't know Jason's entanglement at all, he just asked out of pure curiosity:

--Super hero?Like Captain America?

"Who is Captain America?" Jason recalled the list of members of the Justice League (and the relative countermeasures) in the bat computer once, and he was sure that there was no such code name in it, maybe it was a regional hero?

——You don’t know Captain America?How old are you, didn't you take history class in school?

Before Jason had time to ask Captain America about his relationship with the history class, their cell door swung open. Standing at the door was a creature that looked like Jabba in Star Wars, except that he had a bruise on his face. There are several eyes, and he is holding an eyeball in his hand to sense the door.

"Thank you for opening the door!" Jason kicked the eyes of that Jiaba face without saying a word. No matter what kind of creature it is, the eyes are fragile places. I don't understand alien language, but in this case, it's definitely not to praise him for his good kick.

Picking up Jia Ba's eyeball that fell on the ground, Jason directly chose the door closest to him, sensed the eyeball to open the door, and continued to run for his life.

Peter babbled in his ear accusing him of holding such disgusting eyeballs with his own hands.

"Sh*t!" Jason turned his back to the door, and more strange aliens gradually surrounded him in front of him.He could try to fight head-on, but Peter's body wasn't as trained as his own, and the kick and sprint just now made Jason feel out of breath.

——my bag!There are guns inside!Use that on them!

"What?" Jason didn't have time to ask why a country kid was carrying a gun in his bag. He just stepped back from the backpack that had been tightly behind Peter. He expected to touch an M10 or M1911, dreaming. He didn't expect that he would take out an alien blaster from inside... a very unearthly alien blaster, "Really! Who are you, brat!"

——My mother gave it to me. I have always regarded it as a toy. I don’t know if it’s true or not. Let’s scare them first!

"Which side is your mother?" Jason couldn't imagine what kind of mother would give her son an alien gun as a "toy". From his professional point of view, this thing is a genuine alien gun.

The aliens were already charging at Jason with weapons, and he had only one option left, which was to aim: the trigger.

He didn't even question why this gun can spray fire, water, soil, and compressed air. Alien technology is really cool.Damn he wants to have such a trendy gun too!

Peter, who was trapped in Jason's consciousness, was dumbfounded watching Jason's performance.He began to believe that this ghost was really a superhero as he claimed, because only a superhero could shoot with a single shot, and even he himself didn't know that his body could make so many impossible movements .

Did he just kick back in the air while firing a gun?That ghost—Jason, does he have eyes behind his back?

"Huh... brat...you...fufu...you have to give me...exercise." Jason hit the back of the head of the last alien with an elbow, causing him to fall unconscious to the ground, leaning on his knees Heavy panting.

——I, I will keep it in my heart.

"You'd better be. Now, let's go find the cockpit." Jason pulled out Jaba's eyeballs again, and started the exploration that only he knew what he was doing.

—Wait, why not just find a place to jump ship?

"You are stupid, this is an alien ship! We didn't know how long we were unconscious before, and we must have flown out of the earth by now." Jason leaned his back against the wall, poked his head out to see if there was anyone around the corner, "We found the cockpit, Then we can hold the entire ship, and then we can decide whether to turn the ship around or do whatever we want, and capturing the cockpit is our only bargaining chip."

There was no one in the corridor, and Jason moved forward quickly along the wall with his waist down.Then there was a sharp whistle, and the sound of arrows piercing the air.

Rolling on the spot to avoid the glowing red arrow, Jason raised his gun and pointed it at the whistle-blowing man behind him.

Another alien, all blue with a red thing on his head.He didn't seem to care about being pointed at by the gun at all, and continued to whistle, and the red arrow floated back with the whistle, pointing directly at the back of Jason's head.

The blue alien grinned and showed his jagged teeth. His eyes clearly said, "Whether your gun is faster or my arrow is faster." He squatted down in front of Jason, holding a gun in his hand. A curved device protruded behind Jason's ear, and he was speaking an alien language.

But when the device touched Jason's ears, the birdsong suddenly became standard English:

"Okay, with this translator you can understand the words!" The blue man stood up, and Jason still wanted to punch him with a smug look, "I'm Yondu, and you—you can Precious, Peter Jason Quill."

— The aliens know my full name!

Peter screamed in Jason's ear.Jason just wanted to curse the world's coincidences.

"Yeah, he does. And by the way, my full name is Jason Peter Todd."

--Wow!What a coincidence!

"That is to say, what a coincidence."

Yondu looked at the earth child in front of him talking to himself, and it sounded like he was talking to someone else, but there was no one else around except him.

Damn it, Yi Guo didn't say that this kid is crazy!