The Light of Beauty

April 2010, 7, sunny.

Ryan stood in front of the mirror while Antonia carefully arranged his clothes.

Black suit, white shirt and striped tie, this is the most common uniform of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and it is also the favorite of those office workers.

"Looks like an insurance salesman?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror.

"No, not at all. You look like the hero of the movie."

"Which movie?"

"Hmm... Godfather?"

Ryan laughed: "We were fighting gangsters last night."

"That's right, I hit Tony Stark by the way." Antonia laughed, and she reached for her tie: "Can you look up?"

Ryan raised his chin, looked at the ceiling and said, "Ross' matter should be resolved today, and we'll go home tomorrow."

"Okay." Antonia nodded, and suddenly said after a while: "I feel that you seem to have expectations and resistances about going home?"

"Well, I don't know what I will face when I go back, but I have a hunch that it will definitely not be a simple and warm family relationship. In fact, do you know what happened in Harlem?"

"I know, you look handsome when you fall from the sky with Thor's Hammer."

"I wanted to go back that night."

While helping him adjust his tie, Antonia looked at Ryan's Adam's apple and said, "Then why did it take so long? We hadn't met at that time, and we were idle for the past month. And I heard from Sharon that since the Red Room incident Afterwards, it's like you've lost your purpose."

"I just..." Ryan frowned slightly, "My affairs may be a bit complicated, so I need time at that time. And many things can only be taken after I understand my situation clearly."

"Then, do you understand now?"

"I don't need time to think or think about how to face it, because everything is only when I really face it, can I clearly realize what I should do next. What I mean is that I need time to improve myself quietly, In order to be able to handle most if not all situations I can imagine."

Blood of Thor, Blood of Hulk, Heart of Light.

A month's harvest can be described as rich.

The power of thunder brought by the blood of Thor needs practice and manipulation, the power brought by the blood of Hulk needs to be freely retracted, and the ever-changing heart of light needs to be mastered.

If these things are just used immediately, they are tantamount to waste.

Moreover, his own light energy has to be absorbed all the time and be controlled in a more refined way, and Antonia's condition has to be followed up continuously.

One month is already very short.

In addition, he also got Tony Stark's blood last night, but considering the time, he has not absorbed it yet.

Antonia reached out and gently smoothed the bulge between Ryan's brows, and said softly, "Whether you are in danger or not when you go home, I will accompany you."

Ryan nodded.

Antonia stood on tiptoe slowly.

"You look like you're going to eat me," Ryan said, leaning back.

Antonia hugged Ryan, and after she deliberately opened her mouth to show her fangs, her strength multiplied.

After transforming into a zombie, the strength of the normal form has been greatly increased, but the main body is the strongest form.

That is to say, in the future, anyone who has been transformed but still wants to act in the sun in the future, it is best to be equipped with a full-scale armor, so as not to scare those children who are keen on chasing superheroes.

Antonia stared at Ryan's pupils: "I didn't know the world before, but Jessica taught me a lot."

"It seems that what she taught is not a good thing."

"She said it was normal."

"It's normal, but you are different. Apart from extraordinary abilities, you are more like a blank sheet of paper." Ryan gently broke free from her arms and held her hand: "Jessica is not an ordinary girl , you don’t have to become someone who already existed, and in the future, learn and ask for advice from Sharon and Yelena. Finally, watch less movies and read more books.”

Antonia frowned slightly, then nodded slowly after a moment of hesitation.

"Read good books." Ryan added.

Antonia smiled: "I know what you mean, I will fill in the gaps that I am missing, but I didn't know anything before. Don't treat me like a seven or eight-year-old girl."

Ryan smiled.

In his heart, most of the time Antonia was like the little girl who fell into the explosion and flames.

Her perception of the world is extremely one-sided, because she can only see everything around Dreykov, and there is probably nothing else to speak of except killing, torture and control.

She needs experience, which is time.

Ryan can transform her because he needs her.

But this need has limits.

Ryan glanced at her pajamas and said, "Go and change, too."

Antonia nodded, and when she turned around and walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back: "Those were gang members who killed people last night, so I have a question that may be a bit naive."

"You say." Ryan responded, looking down at the pistol, and the slide made a clicking sound.

"Are we good people?"

Ryan took a bite.

A few seconds later, with a movement of his thumb, the sliding sleeve snapped back into place.

Looking up, he said what he had said once.

"Sometimes it is."

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Stark Building.

The two entered the elevator side by side.

As the elevator ascended, Ryan suddenly looked up at the monitor in the corner.

Meanwhile, the top floor.

"Is this kid fooled?" Tony pouted while looking at the big screen on the wall.

"Maybe his senses are very sharp?" Pepper laughed. "He is the captain of the secret service team, and he should have experienced many actual battles."

Tony shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, although the secret service team of S.H.I.E.L.D. is better than ordinary field agents, it is not as good as the quick response special forces. Only ordinary people will stay in such an ordinary team inside."

Pepper smiled even wider: "But he doesn't look ordinary, I think... Oh, he looks like a combination of Vito Corleone and Mike Corleone."

"Ha!" Tony snorted without a smile, then got up and walked towards the wine cabinet, "He looks so much like two gang leaders, it seems that I have to check his identity."

But when he touched the wine bottle, a slender hand pressed his wrist first.

"Tony!"

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"look at me."

"I see you every day."

"Now, right now, right now."

Tony turned his head, with a very... well-behaved expression.

Pepper restrained her smile and shook her head firmly: "No."

"Just one cup, please."

"No. I asked the doctor in advance, and he said that although your internal organs are fine, there are not a few broken capillaries." As she spoke, she opened Tony's bathrobe, revealing a clear chest on her chest. Cyan palm prints.

She tapped the reactor with her fingertips, "I have to say, it saved you again."

"That's right, it's a good companion."

Pepper gave him a blank look, and pulled him out, "I'll ask someone to remove all these things later."

Tony pursed his lips and didn't speak, but his eyes probably already thought of another way.

"I'll let Happy keep an eye on you!" Pepper said again.

"He's mine."

"No, I'm the one who pays him now. I'm considering promoting him as security minister, so he'll listen to me."

When the two were arguing, the elevator beside them suddenly rang.

Ryan just stepped into the room with one foot, and immediately heard Tony's voice.

"Whoa, hello, Godfather!"