When you have two sets of superheroes

Shirley rarely recalls her own life experience.

Because she has no family and no parents, she is an orphan, and Chris is her twin brother, they were abandoned at the gate of the orphanage together.

Those memories are very long ago, not to mention the orphanage, even those days of the copy of the end of the world seem to have happened decades ago.Shelly always deliberately doesn't think about it - I have to say that she is really good at this, it is a self-protection mechanism, those things that make her unhappy, she doesn't think about them.

But when Chris appeared, those deliberately hidden pasts surfaced again.

Fighting for food with other children in the orphanage; fighting with Chris for the first time; after the outbreak of the zombie virus, Chris took her to escape; and the life of wandering after that...

Shirley also often had nightmares for a period of time, and the sounds of zombies screaming and gnawing flesh and blood were all in the dream.In fact, at that time, it didn't matter whether it was a dream or not, after all, reality itself was a nightmare.

She remembered that Chris would hold her and sing to her and put her to sleep.At that time, Chris was not the Captain America figure he is now. He was tall and thin, but he was not weak in fighting.

he……

"Shirley? Shirley, concentrate, you'll be fine."

In a trance, Shirley's eyes slowly focused, and Bruce's face was in front of her, anxious and worried.

They couldn't counter-kill, but they still had no problem saving their lives. Batman chose a tactical retreat as soon as the situation was wrong.But Shirley suffered a penetrating injury, which is not a problem that can be solved with a few stitches in the Batcave, and the watch made by Stark that Shirley was wearing detected that the heart rate and blood pressure were not right and had automatically reported it, so they now On the plane to Manhattan.

"I'm fine," Shirley smiled, "just a little bleeding."

——Of course, it's not just "a little" bleeding, Shirley felt that her strength and body temperature were being lost at a rapid rate, and her cold fingertips felt slightly numb. She was held tightly by Bruce as soon as she moved.

She sighed and said lazily, "It's really all right."

Shirley's spirit was not bad, and she was awake until she was carried to the medical bed and pushed into the operating room. After the operation, she was only a little confused due to local anesthesia, but she could still recognize people clearly.

"Sleep, Shirley." Bruce whispered, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and holding her hand, "Just sleep and wake up."

"You're lying." Shirley muttered, "I'll die of pain when the anesthetic wears off when I wake up."

As it turned out, her hunch was accurate.

Shirley was awakened by the pain. Bruce, who was dozing off beside the bed, straightened up quickly when he heard the movement, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"I feel like I want to die suddenly."

Bruce smiled, smoothed her hair gently, and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Shirley shuddered and laughed, "Turn it up for me, Bruce."

Bruce did as he did, poured warm water again, and moistened her dry lips with a paper towel.

Systematic self-healing cannot instantly heal a large hole in the body, but self-healing after surgery is very useful. It can speed up the healing of wounds along the stitched layers, and eventually no scars will be left.

"what time is it?"

"It's not ten o'clock in the morning," Bruce said. "The Avengers are out, I'll go out and tell them you're awake. Do you want to see them?"

"Well, let them come in. Some things are better told earlier and prepared."

After a while, everyone walked into the ward, including the little Chaoying, and crowded the single ward, which was not spacious at all.

Clark flew to Shirley's pillow, and rubbed his small palm against her forehead under Bruce's gaze as if he was about to kill, "Sister?"

"It's okay, it just hurts a little." Shirley said sleepily, "It will be fine soon."

As the only lady in the team, Natasha naturally took the seat beside the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Honey, why did you toss yourself like this?"

"I saw my brother," Shirley said. "I don't know why he's here. He—died a long time ago. But last night...I'm sure it was him."

"He was controlled," Bruce said.

"And it has been remodeled." Shirley added, "He was not like this before. His original figure was similar to Peter's, but taller." She was somewhat unacceptable to Chris's current muscular man appearance.

Tony frowned and looked at Steve: "Another serum fighter?"

Bruce said, "He seems to recognize you, on a memory level, or..."

"If he knew me, I wouldn't be lying here now." Shirley smiled bitterly, "It's more like a programmed program, when I call him brother, he calls me sister, but in fact, he doesn't Don't recognize me."

The wound was throbbing with every breath she took, Shirley clenched the sheet tightly under the quilt, and said, "The hydras were after me before, probably because they knew I was Chris's sister. "

Tony guessed: "Probably because Chris' transformation was successful, so they also wanted a sibling sister with similar genes."

Shirley nodded, "Maybe."

"But the control—"

"Okay," Bruce interrupted Tony's questioning, "Shirley still needs to rest, so let's do it first."

He started to chase people away with a blank face. Originally, he just wanted to inform others that Shirley was awake. After all, the Avengers were also very worried about her.But Shirley wanted to tell them the matter first, and Bruce could only do so, and now he said what should be said, and the deeper discussion should wait for her to recover.

The ward became quiet again, and Bruce sat back on the bed and tucked Shirley up.

"Go back to sleep," Bruce said again.

Shirley raised her eyebrows and looked at him teasingly: "I didn't see you sleeping and resting when you were injured before."

Bruce choked, went around to the other side of the bed after being silent for three seconds, took off his suit jacket, lifted the quilt and lay in, carefully avoiding the wound, hugged Shirley, and said, "Sleep."

Shirley continued to ask: "So you mean that if you are injured in the future, if I do this, you will obediently go to rest?"

Bruce: "..."

Shirley couldn't lie on her side, so she could only turn her head to look at him. Bruce's eyes were dark, which made her hesitate, and whispered: "I, I, I just want you to feel how me and Afu felt when you were hurt... ..."

"It seems that I have reaped the consequences of myself?" He asked jokingly.

"Yes, that's right." Shirley nodded seriously, "Afu must have been looking forward to today for a long time."

They were very close, and Bruce was peacefully enjoying the atmosphere of the two sharing the same air. Seeing that Shirley's other hand had been grabbing the quilt and twisting it back and forth, he paused slightly and asked, "It still hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt too much, just...a little bit."

Shirley smiled. She has always had a high tolerance for pain, but what happened to Chris at this moment made her a little upset, and she was also a little... inexplicably fragile.

She never had any hope of Chris being alive, but at this moment God suddenly returned her brother to her, but made a big joke and turned him into a humanoid weapon?

If Hydra continues to target her, then it means that sooner or later Chris will fight the Avengers and even Batman.As for her, how could she stand idly by then?

Shirley bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Well, it really hurts."

It hurt so much that she wanted to cry.

Bruce shifted the pillow, stretched his arm over Shelly's pillow, and lay on his side, getting as close to her as possible.

Shirley turned slightly and wanted to hug him, but Bruce pressed her shoulders, "It's not long after the operation, don't move around."

Shirley looked up at him aggrievedly: "But I want to hug you."

"I'll just hold you." Bruce said softly, kissing her forehead again and again, "I'm here, Shirley."

"Bruce, it hurts."

"I know……"

Shirley's rare act of acting like a baby makes Bruce a little at a loss. He doesn't have much experience in comforting others, especially a lover who has never shown weakness.

Batman was a little flustered, even his fingertips were trembling, and his heart seemed to be tightly held, bringing a dull and palpitating pain.

"I, can I call a doctor for you?"

"No."

"Want to drink water?"

"No."

"That--"

Bruce was racking his brains on how to coax people, but before he could finish speaking, someone pushed the door and walked in.

This is a single VIP ward. Normally, neither doctors, nurses nor other people who came to visit would rush in without knocking on the door.Bruce quickly turned over and got out of bed while holding the fruit knife in the fruit plate on the bedside table. Shirley turned her head and found that it was Thalia, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

And Thalia is still wearing normal clothes, no longer a uniform!

Shirley poked her head out from under the quilt, her eyes crooked with a smile: "Thalia!"

The glamorous black-haired female assassin still had no expression on her face. She glanced contemptuously at Bruce, who was wary of her, and then fell on Shirley, saying, "I heard that you are being targeted by Hydra."

Shirley blinked, then heard Thalia say again: "I said earlier, the best choice is to join the League of Assassins, otherwise you wouldn't be like this."

Shirley: "Uh..."

Co-author Thalia hasn't forgotten about it.

Bruce's face darkened, and he said expressionlessly, "She won't join the League of Assassins."

Thalia frowned: "What's the matter with you?"

Shirley sighed, she felt that the wound seemed to hurt more.

She tried to change the subject: "Are you here to visit me, Thalia?"

"Of course." Thalia took a few steps closer, "By the way, let's see if you have changed your mind."

Bruce immediately stood in front of her to block Shirley, Talia looked at him displeased, and Batman stared back coldly, his steel-blue eyes condensed.

Shirley moaned silently in her heart, come to someone, anyone is fine, as long as it can make the scene less embarrassing.

At this time, there was a knocking sound outside the window.

The three of them looked back at the same time, and the three eyes with very different emotions made the red-cloaked Superman froze in place as he knocked on the window, "Why... what's wrong?"

Then the door of the ward was pushed open again, Jason rushed in, walked around Bruce and Talia to the bed without looking at anyone, and squatted down in front of her.

Shirley: ...No, these people are not what I want qaq

"Jason, why are you here?"

Bruce frowned and asked, he had completely turned on Batman mode.Shirley haggardly wiped away the non-existent tears, smiled at Jason, reached out and rubbed his hair: "Jason, why are you here?" Then she pointed her head and said to the two who were still confronting each other, "Hey , there are children here, so please pay attention no matter what?"

Thalia glanced at Bruce with disgust, "You have a son?"

Before Bruce could say anything, Jason threw a stiff sentence: "Adopted."

Bruce: "..."

Thalia raised her eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "I can tell, you are cuter than him, more like Shirley."

At this time Clark had already opened the window and flew in. Shirley sat up on the bed and asked Jason thoughtfully, "Superman brought you here?"

Jason kept a blank face and didn't speak. Shirley couldn't help laughing at the thought of Jason being hugged by Princess Superman. She reached out to rub his head again, but was grabbed by the child and put it back under the quilt.

Thalia glanced at the people in the room, and said to Shirley, "I'll come see you another day, when there are fewer people."

After she finished speaking, she simply turned around and left. Clark looked at her back curiously. The female assassin had a strong aura, and it was actually easy for them to recognize the difference between her and ordinary people.

Superman asked a little worriedly: "Who is she?"

Shirley said solemnly, "That's the devil's daughter."

Superman question mark face: "???"

"Well, she's actually an assassin."

Bruce put away his phone, pushed away Superman and walked to Jason, saying, "You didn't tell your brother to come over, he can't find you."

Jason raised his chin at Superman: "I can go back soon."

Superman, who was used as an express taxi, touched his nose, smiled kindly, and squatted down in front of Shirley's bed to look at her, and asked, "Jason said you were injured, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Shirley smiled, "I can leave the hospital in the afternoon."

"Evening." Bruce corrected her disapprovingly, "at least at night, after changing the medicine and then leaving the hospital."

"If there is any trouble—" Superman originally turned his head to talk to Bruce, but he gave up without hesitation after remembering the other party's Batman attributes, and said directly to Shirley, "If there is any troublesome question, You must call me for help."

Shirley smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be polite to you."

Superman nodded reassuringly, stood up and said to Jason gently, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

"Jason," Shirley showed a loving smile dedicated to educating children, "Have you said thank you to Superman?"

"..." Jason stood up reluctantly, "Thank you."

Superman laughed, "You're welcome." He flew out the window.

"Jason, you should go back."

Bruce said that Shirley never understood why he always had a straight face in front of the children. Although she had never experienced any fatherly love and affection, she still felt that father and son should not get along in this way. I like it very much.

Jason glared at him: "I just came here!"

Bruce snorted coldly: "What's the use of you here?"

Not to be outdone, Jason retorted: "Then what's the use of you here?"

Shelly: "..."

Her wound started to hurt again.

"Hey, Jason, go back to class, I'm fine, I can go back soon." Shirley comforted the child softly, Jason pursed his lips, and asked, "Who was that person that day?"

Bruce was displeased again: "Jason—"

Jason is younger than Dick. Although Bruce let him participate in a night watch, it was just a test of water in his opinion. Seriously speaking, Batman still doesn't want Jason to get too exposed to the dark side of Gotham. deep.

"That's my brother." Shirley said calmly, "He's been controlled. If you see him in the future, run away. You can't beat him, you know?"

Jason nodded.

"Okay, go back and tell Dick I'm fine, I can go to Gotham to see you soon."

Jason left obediently. Before leaving, Shirley, who had bent down obediently and stretched out her arms to hug her, hugged her, and then was attacked and kissed her cheek again.Shirley glanced at Bruce triumphantly after the child left, "Look, Jason can be very good too."

Bruce was expressionless, and the way Shirley communicated with the children was how close they were. Touching their faces, rubbing their heads, hugging and kissing their cheeks, they naturally drew closer.But for Batman...

No, there's no way he'd have this naive and childish—

"Bruce."

Shirley looked up at him, arms outstretched.

"..."

Bruce walked over and bent over to hug her.

"Dear."

Bruce kisses her on the lips.

"love you~"

"love you, too."

The author has something to say: Medical treatment in the Marvel world is metaphysics, don’t take it seriously hhh