[Comprehensive British and American] Avengers Parenting Manual

"Hey guys." Just as Barnes tried to adjust the mechanical arm again, Romanov's voice suddenly came from his and Stark's headphones, "Clint and the others caught that The Castor guy is coming back now, the other one got away. Bruce got hurt, sounds like it's serious."

"Who was hurt?" Steve's voice came out of the earphones calmly, and Stark had already turned his head and told Jarvis to call a doctor.

"Fire Girl Laura." Romanov's tone didn't sound good at all, "This guy directly poked a blood hole in Bruce's body."

The three men who heard the news were silent at the same time. Their first reaction was not to care about the size of their colleague's wound, but to decide that Banner would never be in Joe's sight until his wound was too good to be seen. appear in - though neither of them know what the other is thinking.

Coupled with Joe's character of asking you what's wrong with the slightest change in expression, and subtexting whether you are uncomfortable, even Steve Rogers, who cares about his colleagues and good captain Rogers, didn't feel what he thought just now after he reacted. something is wrong.

"Then we have to inform Fury to prepare some special cages." Stark said so, but he didn't know why his tone was a little serious.

Joe opened his eyes again in the darkness.

She remained lying on the bed, holding the edge of the quilt tightly with one hand, maintaining the posture of rolling herself into a long strip with the quilt before falling asleep.It took the woman a while to get used to the darkness, and then she subconsciously looked towards the bed—the invisible figure who had been appearing beside her bed for the past few days, unexpectedly stood in his original position tonight .

Joe pulled the edge of the quilt up over his eyes and stared at the dark shadow beside the bed, whispering, "Jarvis?"

The originally dark room suddenly gradually lit up with a soft warm light, and a voice sounded in the room: "Miss?"

Qiao blinked and watched the figure standing by the bed disappear under the warm light. Before he could speak, Jarvis continued: "Miss, covering your nose with a quilt will cause difficulty in breathing, which is not good for your body." The warm light in the room brightened up a bit.

The part of the quilt covering Joe's mouth moved, and Joe obediently rolled the quilt to his chin: "Jarvis, you won't tell Tony, will you?"

"Mr. Stark programmed this into me." Jarvis said Joe's whole face fell down.But at this time, she thought of another thing: "Jarvis, isn't Tony in a good mood today?"

Jarvis was silent for a while: "Miss, I can't answer the question you asked."

"Why?" Jo asked strangely as she sat down from the quilt. She turned around and grabbed her pillow to set it up, then moved it over and leaned on it, and stretched out her hand to drag the quilt onto her body to tidy it up and lift it up. Looking at the ceiling, "Did Tony not let you talk?"

I don’t know how Joe developed this habit. Anyway, when the Avengers found out, she had already developed the habit of raising her head and staring at the ceiling when she wanted to talk to Jarvis. Just standing like a Jarvis.

"No." Jarvis seemed to be thinking about how to explain this to Joe, "My program is not programmed to analyze emotions."

Joe pouted: "Okay, then Jarvis, can you turn on the TV for me?" She looked down at the black screen TV, and then raised her head to look at the ceiling.

"No. Miss, you have to rest at this time." Jarvis replied sternly.

Jo frowned unhappily: "But Jarvis, I can't sleep." The corners of her mouth drooped, and she looked at the orange ceiling illuminated by the warm light with some aggrieved eyes, "What can you do to make me sleep without dreaming? Is it? I hate those dreams." Even if she asked this question yesterday or the day before yesterday.

"Dreams are because of your brain cells..." Before Jarvis finished speaking, Joe interrupted loudly: "There is no complete rest. You said that sentence yesterday, Jarvis!" With her Accompanied by the sound, is the scene of the lampshade of the bedside table lamp suddenly and quickly pulling the wire up.

"Miss, qualified ladies don't speak so loudly." Jarvis said calmly.

"Then I must not be a qualified lady." Qiao answered quickly, then turned her head and said to the lampshade that was still swinging up and down with the wires, "Stop it!" Just as she finished speaking, the lampshade screamed Put it back where it should be.

The light blond woman stared at the unmoving desk lamp for a long time, then she lowered her head slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

I don't know if it was because her voice was too low, Jarvis didn't respond to her.

So she took another deep breath, looked up at the ceiling and raised her voice, "Jarvis, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you just now."

But it wasn't Jarvis who responded to her, but Barnes who didn't know when he was standing at the corner of the aisle: "It seems that someone hasn't slept again." He leaned against the wall with his arms folded and stared at it. He grabbed the quilt and lifted the quilt over his head to cover his face, with a steady and gentle tone, "You know it's too late to cover it now, Joe."

"Bucky, you're not asleep either..." Joe's voice came from behind the quilt, and even without looking at her expression, Bucky could easily guess that she must have drooping eyeballs and a cautious expression on her face.

Barnes walked up slowly and stood by the bed, calling, "Joe."

The quilt moved back a bit, and Barnes knew that this was Joe's usual action—as long as she did something wrong and was caught or beaten, she would subconsciously shrink back.Then the quilt was slowly put down, revealing the light golden top of the head: "But Bucky, I really can't sleep."

Her voice was low, but Bucky caught what she was saying.

Barnes didn't intend to scold her in the first place, if he wanted to scold her, he would have scolded her two days earlier.It's just that none of them thought that the sleeping pills put in tonight's dinner would have no effect on Joe. Seeing her constantly pressing her upper lip to her lower lip, Barnes sighed.

But it was clear that Joe had misunderstood.Hearing his sigh, Joe immediately raised his head and hurriedly said, "Bucky, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Even so, unwilling to say 'I'm going to bed', Barnes stared at her for a few seconds, then bent down and pushed the quilt towards Joe.Joe stared at him closely, although he wanted to ask him something, but he couldn't ask because of what happened just now.

Barnes threw back a corner of the quilt and sat across from Joe.Joe stared wide-eyed, looking at Barnes who was sitting not far from him and covering the same quilt with him, and now he really couldn't help but asked, "Bucky?"

"Anyway, you can't sleep, and I can't sleep either, so let's chat." Bucky raised the corner of his mouth and showed Joe a very nice smile, his brows and eyes were also slightly curved because of this smile, and his whole person was incredibly gentle.

Joe looked at the sparkling azure blue in Barnes's eyes, and for a moment, his eyes froze and his mouth opened slightly.Barnes raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand to point at the woman's forehead, just snapped his fingers lightly. It didn't hurt, but it was enough for Joe to regain his senses.

"Bucky, I like you!" Joe came back to his senses and said excitedly with his eyes glowing, "I like that expression just now."

Barnes was stunned for a while, and he was a little dumbfounded. His legs hidden under the quilt were crossed, and then he put his elbows on his knees and his palms dragged his face to look at Joe, who seemed extremely energetic and excited because of his excitement: "Even so, you You can't escape the next step and explain to me why you don't want to sleep."

Qiao, who was still very excited, suddenly froze his expression, straightened his waist and bent back, and said in a thin and soft voice, "I...can't sleep..."

"I can't sleep or I don't want to sleep." Barnes looked at her and asked in a slow tone, "Joe, did you dream about something else?" From the moment they knew she was dreaming, they knew that she was slowly recovering The memory's conclusions - but it was clear she wasn't quite willing to face them.

Joe hesitated for a moment and shook his head slowly, but frowned in doubt, obviously doubting his answer.

Barnes looked at her, giving her time to think about what he wanted to say.

"I always feel..." Finally, Joe said slowly and full of uncertainty, "There will always be someone next to me. Especially after I close my eyes, he will stand by my bed Look at me, I don't like that feeling." She frowned tightly, looking at Barnes with a pitiful gaze.

This was not the case before.While thinking, Barnes asked, "Then can you see what he looks like?"

"I can't see clearly." Joe shook his head, "So I really didn't stay awake on purpose, I just...don't want to see him." She slumped her shoulders in frustration, and looked at the man opposite her with an aggrieved face—— She didn't know it herself, but Barnes could see it clearly.

Apart from grievance, Joe's face also carried some unknown fear.

And her situation is not just as simple as a dream, the fear brought to her by her memory is projected into real life by her, thinking that when she closes her eyes, someone will be watching her.She chose not to sleep because she didn't like this feeling, not because she couldn't fall asleep, but because she subconsciously refused to fall asleep.

Joe is afraid of his memory.

Perhaps because he was silent for too long, Joe couldn't help but said pitifully: "Bucky, don't be silent." She subconsciously didn't want Barnes to be silent because of this matter, but she couldn't make a promise that she will go to sleep.

She really, really didn't want to see that man, and every time she saw him, her own heartbeat would inexplicably speed up, which had two different meanings from seeing Barnes's heartbeat speed up just now.And she hated the former kind of heartbeat very, very much.

"Joe." Barnes sighed in Joe's crying expression, "Do you know why I can't sleep?"

"Actually, it's not that I can't sleep." But he smiled wryly before Joe could speak, "It's just that I didn't sleep well. After falling asleep, I always have dreams, dreaming about the bad things I did before, and dreaming about those who were harmed by me. The expression on the person's last look at me."

The shape of Joe's mouth, which was about to speak, gradually closed in Barnes' voice, and finally drew into a straight line.

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