[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

Tony directly picked up Wyatt, who was already a little unconscious, and returned to the room.

Everyone else went to different places to complete the tasks arranged at the meeting just now. Only Dr. Banner, who was waiting for Tony to go to the laboratory with him, was slowly holding his coffee, and was taken aback when he saw Tony's movements.

"——I'll find some antipyretics for him." Dr. Banner, who always felt that something was wrong, but seemed to be fine, scratched his curly hair and said proactively.

Tony nodded, and carefully placed Wyatt on the bed, putting his hands through Wyatt's ribs to adjust his position.

Too light, Tony thought.

The skinny young man already has a thin layer of muscles after exercise, but he still has no weight.

——Now is not the time to think about these things.

Tony struggled to bring back his nearly overwhelming thoughts.

As soon as Dr. Banner entered the door, he saw Tony quickly looking away as if he was avoiding something. He held the medicine in one hand and a glass of warm water in the other, and blinked at the door.

"...I put the medicine here?"

Dr. Banner said awkwardly, and without waiting for Tony to reply, he put the things in his hands on the table, and then quickly left the room.

Tony: ? ? ?

Giving up the idea of ​​guessing his friend, Tony looked at the pills on the table.

This is the first time in more than 30 years that Tony has faced the problem of how to feed people and drink medicine.

"Wyatt--Wyatt?"

Tony shook the young man lying on the bed lightly with some difficulty, and then helped him halfway up: "Drink some medicine first."

Fortunately, Wyatt hadn't completely passed out yet. The high fever made his face flush abnormally, and the corners of his eyes were stained with red, as if he had just cried. Get a little weak.

It makes people feel that they want to bully severely.

It's just that the always agile eyes looked at him blankly at this moment, but the whole person suddenly lost his anger-this made Tony calm down all of a sudden.

—God, what am I thinking? !

Tony felt a little broken. He tried his best to suppress these thoughts that suddenly broke into his mind, and carefully handed the medicine and water to the young man who was already slightly awake.

Wyatt was a little unable to think at this time, he mechanically followed Tony's actions, drank the medicine, and then lay back on the bed with his eyes closed, his pretty brows furrowed.

Looking at Wyatt's state at this time, Tony sighed.

"Jar, keep an eye on Wyatt's status, and notify me immediately if anything goes wrong."

Tony ordered, and hurried to the lab.

It is urgent to search for traces of Ultron - with its learning ability, staying outside for one more day will greatly increase the level of danger.

Wyatt slept restlessly, and the images of memory recovery reappeared in front of his eyes again and again.

He wanted to stretch out his hand and make even the slightest change, but his whole body seemed to be heavily suppressed and he couldn't move.

He felt as if his throat was clamped by someone and he couldn't breathe.

no, do not want…

"—Hey, Wyatt, Wyatt?"

A familiar voice came suddenly, causing Wyatt to break out of the abyss.

The young man opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, panting heavily, cold sweat dripping down his forehead against his cheeks.

The sudden movement made the man with the moustache who was bending over and pushing Wyatt worriedly back a few steps.

The young man who had just woken up was still immersed in his thoughts for a moment. Before he realized it, Tony stood up straight and coughed lightly twice, as if nothing had happened.

He was originally in the laboratory, comparing the signals of various places with Dr. Banner and Dr. Pym, looking for the possible location of Ultron, and Jar was also capturing the traces of Ultron in the vast network.

But suddenly, Jar's reminder came, and Wyatt was in a very bad state at this time, which made Tony have to rush here.

The young man was in an extremely unstable state. He seemed to have seen something in a dream, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

--what happened?

At this time Wyatt had already woken up, and he belatedly realized that he was sitting on the bed at this time, not in the conference hall of the Avengers Building.

"...I woke up late?"

Wyatt asked, the lack of moisture after the high fever made his voice hoarse, and he coughed twice after speaking.

Tony handed over the water glass on the table, and Wyatt took a sip, expressing his thanks with a slightly stretched expression.

...It's not so cute when you wake up.

Tony muttered to himself and snapped his fingers: "Jar."

"36.9 degrees, Mr. Caviezel is within the normal temperature range at this time." The almighty butler Jar Hui reported.

Wyatt raised the back of his hand and touched his forehead: "I have a fever?"

"--What do you think?" Tony rolled his eyes, and rebuked with some resentment, "Isn't it just a shabby dress, as for being so careful? Can the dignified Stark afford the money?"

This strengthened Tony's decision to fill Wyatt's closet-as a Stark Industries employee, an Avenger, he had to be a bit of a face-off.

Wyatt held the cup awkwardly and didn't answer.

Looking at Wyatt's state, Tony sighed. He felt that he had sighed more in the past two days than in the past year.

"I'm going to work, you—have a good rest."

Tony waved his hand casually, appeared here as if he was just passing by, and turned to leave the room.

This prevented Wyatt from thinking about why Tony appeared in the room at this time - he was leaning against the edge of the bed, staring at the cup in his hand in a daze, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

This made the system that had been worried about Wyatt anxious.

Well, it admits that it is a little impatient, and its naive host who is anxious about itself has always refused to make up his mind to take revenge, which makes it even try to force its own host to make a choice at a critical moment.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't care about its stupid host!

The system has no way of knowing what Wyatt recalled, but Wyatt's state makes it obvious that it must not be a good thing.

Could it be that he has already remembered everything in his previous life?

But seeing his attitude towards Tony - it doesn't seem like he is treating an enemy.

Forget it, forget it, after all, he is still his host, and he can't have a cold war with him, right?

So comforting himself, the system hesitated for a while and decided to speak.

"—Hanhan, what are you...remembering?"

Wyatt's eyes moved slightly, he was silent for two seconds, and then responded: "...um."

"I see, Ms. Jones..."

"Die in front of me."

Wyatt said, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

system:…

The system knew how important Ms. Jones was to Wyatt.

"...She is still alive." The system could only comfort her dryly, "At least you still have a chance to change all this and protect her..."

"...um." Wyatt said sullenly.

He didn't tell the system that the scene vaguely appeared in front of Wyatt's eyes, not only the scene of Sister Jones' death.

And in Wyatt's peripheral glimpse, an indelible touch of golden red.

— golden red.

The author has something to say:

Not a white can, and a perspective from Wyatt's vague memory

Who knows what the truth is~