[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

It was the afternoon of the second day when Josie returned from New Mexico. She first went to the SHIELD laboratory and temporarily put the meteorite in the underground safe of the laboratory. The fragments of the meteorite are swaying everywhere, if one day Loki comes to the earth, feels the remnants of his mana, and then comes to find her, it will be over.

Just as she was about to leave the laboratory and drive home, she ran into Natasha who was waiting for her at the door after returning from a mission.

"Natasha? In my lifetime, I can actually see you in the laboratory without missions." Josie was a little surprised. You must know that Natasha is usually a person who appears and disappears. She has so many missions that sometimes she has to wear several hats in disguise, "hee Hee, tell me, are you here to look for me?"

Natasha nodded, looked at Josie amusedly, then waved the car keys in her hand in front of her eyes, "Go to your house for dinner."

Josie readily agreed, "Yes, but I have to go to the supermarket to buy something on the way back. I haven't been home for a long time, and there is nothing to eat at home." After finishing speaking, Josie was about to go out and went around to Nata I saw the wound on her hand inadvertently, "Did you get injured on a mission?"

"It's nothing." Natasha looked at her palm, disapproving, "it was just scratched by a knife."

"Eh? Then I'll drive today." Josie took the car keys from Natasha and took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat.

Probably because it happened to be the rush hour now, and there were a lot of cars in the underground garage. Josie couldn't find a vacant parking space at once, so she gave Natasha the keys to the house and asked Natasha to mention some cars that she bought on the way. After Josie found a parking space and parked the car, it was already 10 minutes later. She took the remaining shopping bags from the back of the car, locked the car and took the elevator upstairs.

Her apartment is the first one on the left after the elevator comes out, so when the elevator door opened, Josie immediately saw the half-closed door of her own apartment. She thought it was Natasha who left it for her. The door was open, but upon closer inspection, the lights in the room were not turned on. After Josie stepped out of the elevator, she could still hear the sounds of hand-to-hand combat that she heard most often during training.

Josie secretly thought it was bad, Natasha should still be in the house, she hurriedly opened the door of the apartment, turned on the light in the hall at the entrance, and was about to pull out the pocket gun behind her waist to help Natasha, but was caught The picture in front of him shocked him in place.

Omg, Josie's mouth is so big that she can stuff the eggs she just bought at the supermarket.

She saw Sherlock who was thrown to the ground by Natasha's scissor legs. The latter was trying to struggle under Natasha, and Natasha's red hair was a little messy because of the fight just now. , she was pinching Sherlock's neck with her thighs, clasping his hands behind her back, and questioning Sherlock in a fierce tone.

"Who are you?!"

"Na... Natasha..." Josie, who was startled, tried to explain to Sherlock.

Sherlock tried to turn his head to Josie's side, but it was useless, "Let go... let me go..."

Natasha didn't care about Sherlock's words, but pinched Sherlock's neck even harder. Josie's apartment was under the surveillance of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents 24 hours a day. It must not be easy to sneak in, "Answer me! Who are you? Who sent you here..."

"Natasha, he's my friend." Josie interrupted Natasha's questioning. She couldn't bear to look at Sherlock who was thrown down by Natasha on the ground. This move was Natasha's scissor legs. , My neck hurts just looking at it, poor Sherlock.

Josie's words stunned Natasha for a moment, she turned to look at Josie standing at the door, "Are you sure?"

Josie nodded, bent down and changed into indoor slippers, "I'm sure."

Natasha glanced at Sherlock below her. The latter was suffocated by her neck, and his face was flushed. She let go, "This guy was sitting on the sofa in your living room when I walked in, and the lamp Not even..." Sherlock, who was released, turned around and lay on his back panting for breath. Natasha, who stood up, saw his face and felt familiar, "...this is the one you had in England. Neighbor Sherlock Holmes?"

Josie, who was carrying the ingredients to the kitchen, glanced at Sherlock who was still lying on the ground, "Yes, that's the kind of person he is, and I'm used to it." Josie opened the refrigerator, put something in it, "If there is someone who likes to pry your door at any time since you were a child, you will get used to it, Natasha."

Although she felt that if someone dared to pry the door of Natasha's room, it must be that person, not Natasha, who would be unlucky.

Natasha left Sherlock who was still panting heavily, and walked towards Josie without looking back, "I've read his information, and his fighting skills are not bad, I didn't expect him to be so weak." Natasha While talking, Sha helped Josie unpack other shopping bags, and handed the vegetables inside to Josie. Josie took them and put them in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, but accidentally saw some bloody wounds on Natasha's palms. It must have been cracked during the fight with Sherlock just now.

"Your wound is open, I have a medicine box in my room, wait for me to help you re-bandage."

Natasha shrugged and took off the blood-stained bandage directly, "It's not serious, I can do it myself, where is the medicine box?"

Josie put down the things in her hand, took Natasha's hand and walked into the room, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, sterilized her wound, and then bandaged it again. She paid attention to the sounds in the living room, except for Sherlock's panting. He didn't hear anything, "Sherlock's skills are still pretty good..."

Then she thought of Sherlock's text message yesterday evening, and what Natasha said just now.

My God, Sherlock didn't sit in her living room since yesterday evening, right?

After treating Natasha's wound, Josie quickly walked out of the room and walked to Sherlock's side. He was still lying on the ground, but he was no longer panting. Josie squatted down with a helpless expression on his face. looking at Sherlock, who met her eyes.

"Did you eat?"

"36 hours ago."

"Did you drink any water?"

"Uh... thirty hours ago."

"Have you slept yet?"

"57 hours ago."

Josie raised her forehead, she really wanted to kneel down to Sherlock, she had lived together for more than [-] years, and she had never seen such a difficult child, even the brats on the street were more obedient than Sherlock, She stood up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water, and put it beside Sherlock, "Get up and drink this glass of water, and I'll call you when I'm ready for dinner."

After finishing speaking, Josie turned and walked back to the kitchen. She hadn't heard the sound of Sherlock getting up for a long time, so she turned her head fiercely: "Are you still a three-year-old child, Sherlock? Get up and drink the water, don't lie on the ground, or I will Just tell Mycroft that you were knocked down by a woman with a broken hand."

This threat seemed to have some effect, Sherlock sat up from the ground, he glanced at the water Josie put beside him, "Is there any black coffee?"

"I have old Chinese vinegar, do you want to drink it?" Josie smiled and picked up a bottle of old vinegar with more than half left, "Oh, here is the soy sauce that I bought with Natasha just now, mix it together and add two Sugar might taste better?"

"..." Sherlock choked for a moment, then silently picked up the glass of warm water.

"Goodboy~" Josie watched with satisfaction as Sherlock drank the warm water, then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Natasha came out of Josie's room, glanced at Sherlock who was already lying on the sofa, and walked to the kitchen door, "Do you need my help?"

"Uh...you can't touch the water with your hands, so help me take the tableware out of the disinfection cabinet." Josie was washing the vegetables in the water with both hands, so she had to raise her foot to signal the disinfection cabinet next to her. "The big bowls are on the upper floor. Take one out and fill it with soup for a while, then you can sit in the living room, and I'll take care of the rest."

Natasha took out all the tableware and set them up, then walked to the living room, the couch had been occupied by Sherlock, so she sat down on the single sofa.

"You're an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It seems that Mr. Holmes in the British government shared a lot of news with his younger brother," Natasha raised her eyebrows. "He even sent you for the last operation. It seems that Josie saw you in that place before." you."

"You shouldn't involve Josie. You are also investigating that person. It is impossible not to know what he did to Josie." Sherlock turned around and looked at Natasha.

Natasha frowned, "We can guarantee Josie's safety, this is not something you can dictate, British."

"Guarantee Josie's safety? Just rely on your agents who didn't even find me sneaking into Josie's apartment? Of course I can tell what to do, that's the man I hunted down for six years - and an Englishman, I promised Josie Get him." Sherlock said, turning his eyes to the direction of the kitchen, "Can she hear what we're saying?"

"Josie is a non-staff member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You don't know about her cooperative relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha rested her elbows on the armrest of the sofa and leaned forward, "She can hear you even if you don't speak, as long as Josie wants to hear it."

Sherlock was silent.

He knew that Natasha's words were right. He really had no ability to help Josie. Currently, only S.H.I.E.L.D. has the ability to help her.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Josie always told him to shut up, but he obviously didn't speak. At this time, Josie would say that his thinking disturbed her. Later, he always said that to other people, such as Ray Strade.

Josie said that because his thinking really disturbed her, and he was completely led astray by Josie.

He still remembered that after Josie fell from a tree when she was seven years old, she was depressed for a long time, and she deliberately avoided herself for a long time. Sherlock thought carefully about his usual mental activities and came to the conclusion It was because he felt that his brain's thinking activities were normal, and he didn't quite understand why Josie kept telling him to shut up.

It must be because the average person's brain is full of garbage and never thinks.

Sherlock thought so.

If Josie used her ability to read Sherlock's inner thoughts at this time, she would definitely explode, but fortunately, she was preparing dinner in the kitchen and had no time to talk to Sherlock.

With a spatula in her hand, Josie looked at the two black pepper veal steaks in the pot, "Ah, Sherlock has been hungry for so long and can't eat such greasy ones. Natasha and I will eat these two steaks..." She turned her head and picked up the spoon with the other hand to stir the vegetable and chicken soup that was boiling in the stainless steel pot next to her. She looked at the light soup color with satisfaction, "Sherlock would just drink the soup and eat the chicken."

Josie also made some simple tomato pasta to go with the steak, and left a portion for Sherlock. After all the dishes were ready, she greeted the two people in the living room.

"Dinner is ready, come quickly."

Josie brought the last bowl of soup to the table. Sherlock approached, glanced at the dishes on the table, and then consciously wanted to sit down in front of a steak, but Josie stopped him.

"That's not yours, Sherlock," Josie pointed to the light vegetable chicken soup and pasta on the other side, "that's yours."

Sherlock froze for a moment, "I've been hungry for a long time."

The implication is that he has to eat a lot of meat to replenish energy.

"I served a lot of chicken for you," Josie smiled, her tone was firm and irrefutable, "People who haven't eaten for 36 hours, haven't drank water for 57 hours, and haven't slept for [-] hours shouldn't eat greasy steak, so ..."

Natasha pushed Sherlock away, and sat down in front of the steak that Sherlock liked, "So this steak is mine."

"Don't look," Josie looked at Sherlock who was staring at the steak on her plate with a funny face, "This is mine."