[Comprehensive] Please call me Rain God

"What are you doing?"

Steve had just showered and was brushing his hair, and his little girl was lying on the bed with her back to him, what seemed to be her arms around something.

When Olivia heard him speak, she turned over, hugging a pillow in her small hands, pursing her lips aggrievedly.

"No mess."

Little Naiyin was so wronged, she hugged the pillow in her arms tightly, "I didn't mess with it."

She said unicorns again.

Steve knows.

The unicorn was broken, and Steve was going to buy her another one, but Alfred said he could fix it for him, and it would be exactly the same as before, so he agreed.

"Grandpa Alfred said to mend it for you."

He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand towards Olivia. The little girl crawled beside him and rubbed against his lap, "I want that."

"I know."

He patted her on the head comfortingly, "May I take you to see?"

"Ah."

She immediately got up, straddled Steve's arms, put her arms around his neck, buried her head in the side of his neck, and Steve grabbed Olivia's small shawl, wrapped her up, and took him Followed her to Alfred's bedroom.

He is wearing glasses and is mending this burnt unicorn one by one. Fortunately, there are fabrics in the manor, and he also has a photo of Olivia holding a unicorn, which can be repaired.

"grandfather."

Olivia gave a childish cry, raised her small hand and knocked on the door lightly, "Is there, Grandpa?"

"exist."

Alfred took off his glasses, got up and opened the door, "Oh, it's Mister Rogers," he then smiled, his tone much lighter, "and little Ollie."

"Olly wants to see her unicorn." Steve shook the little girl in his arms, Olivia reached out to Alfred, wanting him to hug her, and the old man hugged her , carried her to the table where he was working just now.

The unicorn is more than half mended.

"I can sew it right away, do you want to wait a while?"

"No rush," Steve waved his hand, "Yes, Ollie."

"En." The little girl nodded vigorously, but her eyes were full of anxiety, "Oli, Oli is not in a hurry..."

She was obviously in a hurry.

Alfred smiled and patted her head. "Just wait a few minutes for me."

After speaking, he returned to the table and began to mend.

Olivia was placed on his bed by him, the little girl turned over and slid down from the bed, ran to his table in a bumpy manner, stood on the table with her feet up and watched, eagerly waiting for her unicorn beast.

Alfred had cleaned the unicorn before sewing it up, and it could be given to the girl just after it was sewn up, saving her from being so anxious.

"She seems very nostalgic."

Alfred tilted his head and glanced at the little girl who was eagerly looking at the unicorn in his hand, and chuckled, "That's good."

"Well," Steve came over and rubbed his hand on top of her head a few times, "she's very nostalgic."

"Nostalgic?"

She raised her head and looked puzzled, "What is that?"

"Praise you."

"Oh," she turned her head and concentrated on watching her unicorn being sewn up one by one by the old man, making Olivia jump in anxiety.

"Wait a minute." Alfred picked up the unicorn and looked at it. "I need to re-sew his eyes."

The previous eyes had been burned, and Alfred didn't have any toy eyes, so he had to find two spare buttons, and sewed two small white buttons in the center of the buttons.

This is very similar to the eyes.

"All right."

He looked at it a few times, put the doll in Olivia's arms, "I'll return it to you."

"Wow!"

The little girl let out a cry of surprise, embraced the unicorn and kissed it vigorously, with one arm around the unicorn and the other, she began to prop herself up and climb up on top of him.

Alfred held her back, he didn't know what Olivia wanted to do.

The little girl put her arms around his neck, kissed him affectionately, and kissed him hard when he told him.

"Grandpa is awesome!!"

"Do you like grandpa?"

"I like it!" She blinked, and leaned over to kiss him again, "I like it so much!"

He smiled contentedly, and handed Olivia to Steve. The little girl nestled in the man's arms and played with the doll. Knowing that she was about to leave, she obediently raised her little hand to say goodbye to Alfred, and He also said 'thank you' very seriously.

With a childish face and an old-fashioned look.

No hands, probably learned from Dick.

On the way back, Olivia occasionally let out a small exclamation, raised her arms to hug the unicorn tightly, rubbed it hard, and kissed it several times.

"So happy? Huh?"

Steve patted her on the back, "Like this so much?"

"Well, I like it!" Olivia blinked, her face was very serious. "Given it by my father! Oli super~ I like it!"

Steve couldn't help laughing, leaned up to kiss her on the face, took her to the kitchen to fill a glass of milk, and then took her back to the bedroom to sleep.

With the unicorn, the pillow that Olivia just hugged "falls out of favor", and was mercilessly thrown aside by the little girl who was still wearing "nostalgia" on her head just now, and was thrown in the corner so pitifully.

"Alright Ollie," Steve held her ankles, her little fleshy feet were cold, and he rubbed them, causing her to wriggle and giggle, "you should go to sleep baby. "

"Ah."

She obediently lay beside him, holding the unicorn in one arm, and holding the milk bottle in the other, gurgling and drinking with half-closed eyes, Steve intentionally weaned her from the milk.

It was given to her before because Olivia had never drank this before, and she was still young at that time, the nutrients in the milk powder were quite high, and Olivia was also a picky eater, and she didn't eat those nutritious things at all.

Since she can almost eat normally, she can wean herself from powdered milk and just drink pure milk.

She was already half asleep and half awake, basically sucking and drinking milk subconsciously. Steve pulled out the bottle, and Olivia smashed it a few times with her milk-stained mouth, whimpering and hugging the unicorn tightly, and Shrink yourself into a small group.

Steve got a tissue and wiped her mouth before taking the ointment out of the drawer.

Some bruises on her body needed to be medicated.

Olivia would never let Steve smear it when she was awake, even if James or Tony held her down, Olivia would not let it.

I was so scared that I cried.

Then I had to take advantage of her sleep.

Fortunately, Olivia slept soundly, as long as it wasn't too painful, she wouldn't wake up under normal circumstances.

And during this period, her mood improved a lot. At first she would have nightmares in the middle of the night, and after waking up, she would crawl into Steve's arms whimpering.

Taking off her trousers, Steve gently turned the little girl over, raised his hand to take some ointment, spread it on her calf, and spread it evenly.

The ointment was a little cold, which made her shiver, and with a whimper, her little hands started to grab it, as if she wanted to pull the quilt.

After quickly applying it, Steve put on pants for her, pulled the quilt to cover her up, washed his hands and packed up the ointment, then turned off the light and fell asleep with his arms around her.

Her legs are much better, and her mood is also much better than before. The next thing that makes Steve and the others embarrassing is to remove the stitches for Olivia.

The scar on the little girl's chest was not deep, but rather long. She passed out at the time and lost a lot of blood. Banner sewed her up.

So it's time to remove the stitches.

"Do not……"

She pressed her mouth to her chest, looked at Steve with tears in her eyes, "Olly don't..."

"It has to be taken off," Steve knelt down and advised her softly, "If you don't take it off, you will always have an ugly scar here, Ollie."

She tugged at her clothes, looked down at the scar on her chest, she was obviously moved, but also very scared.

Olivia already had a lot of anesthetics in her body that had not been metabolized, so it was impossible to give her a local anesthetic, and removing the stitches would not be very painful.

But the little girl was too scared.

In the end, she hesitated for a long time, shrunk into Steve's arms with her lips pursed and trembling all over.

"pain……"

"It won't hurt very much." He comforted her, "It will be fine after a few strokes."

She was still frightened, sobbed loudly, shook her head and refused to agree to remove the stitches.

Steve and the others had no choice but to forcibly press Olivia on the bed, and a few big men held her down. Banner was quicker to remove it and apply the medicine.

She cried for a long time, huddled in the corner crying in horror and aggrieved, Steve picked her up, and several old fathers coaxed her softly.

Since Olivia was able to speak with her voice, she has returned to the point where it rains when she cries.

With such a grievance, it will definitely rain heavily outside.

Olivia cried for a very long time today, as if she wanted to cry back all the previous ones. Tony rested his forehead and listened to the butler reporting the situation to him through the earphones.

It must be Gotham's flooding. Fortunately, Gotham's drainage system is very good, and it didn't cause any serious losses.

The only loss for the people of Gotham is being drenched by the sudden heavy rain, and a certain clown who has nothing to do and made a "shit stirrer" has a big loss.

He happened to be strapping a bomb in the sewer today, and he only heard some rumbling sound in the distance, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

I guess it's just drainage.

The clown had no idea that so much water would be drained all of a sudden.

He didn't react until the water was about to rush in front of him.

But just a few seconds was not enough for him to escape.

and so……

Our clown got washed away in the sewer.

washed away! ! ! !

He was lying on the bank of the drainage outlet, soaked all over, lying on his face to the ground, his hair was wet and sticking to his face, and the things painted on his face were almost washed away by the water.

It stinks.

Gritting his teeth angrily, the clown just got up from the ground when he was thrown to the ground again by the garbage gushing from the mouth of the sewer.

He looked up.

Got hit by a soda can.

clown.

sudden.

【Big mistake】