When Downey Wears a Tin Can [Comprehensive British and American]

Canning Genius Starts Third Canning

In Downey's acting career in the past ten years, there was an experience he will never forget. He only mentioned it lightly in front of the media once, that is, once he was imprisoned for a week in order to play a character. , once tried to stay in a completely dark and airtight room for a whole day - he thought he could stay for a whole day, but the fact is that he almost faced a nervous breakdown when he stayed in the tenth hour.

He still remembers the state after he was let out of that room. His vision was blurred, he had hallucinations, he couldn't concentrate, his limbs were out of control, and the last person was wrapped in a thin blanket in the living room, turning the TV to the loudest, that's all It took one night to get over it.

Only people who have experienced similar incidents can understand how terrible this feeling is. It was even a kind of torture for criminals in the past.

But this time, Downey stayed in the same environment for a whole day—he didn't know how long he stayed in that damn health cabin, if he didn't see himself in the mirror in the shower without any change, he would have It is suspected that he stayed in it for decades.

Yes, Downey regained consciousness about the third day after lying in the health cabin, but he lost his five senses, he couldn't see people, he couldn't hear, smell, or touch.

Downey thought he might just lie down for another hour and he would go crazy on the spot, the kind that even a trip to the neurology department couldn't cure.

In fact, even if he sat up awake now, he still felt it.

He might be going crazy.

Simply because he didn’t have the side effects of being confined for ten hours before he appeared, he quickly walked out of the health cabin, took off his sticky shirt, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went to the kitchen on the second floor to make a cup of coffee , and found the last lonely tuna sandwich from the freezer.

He remained silent throughout the meal without saying a word.

After eating, he just sat there in a daze, the kitchen light was off, the only light came from the refrigerator he had left open, Donnie was wearing a shirt that was obviously one size bigger than he found randomly, holding an empty shirt in his hand. Sandwich plastic bags, all the information in my mind was tangled together like a thread, and all emotions were extremely magnified in this anxious silence.

Until someone's footsteps came from outside the kitchen.

Someone stopped at the door.

Downey raised his head somewhat mechanically, and in the darkness, with the light of the refrigerator and the moonlight, he barely saw Tony Stark standing outside the door, who seemed a little at a loss.

Downey felt that he must have lost his mind, otherwise, how could he have used a word that didn't match Tony Stark, such as being overwhelmed, to describe him, in short—

After seeing that familiar face and familiar blue eyes clearly.

Like finally finding catharsis after a month of inhuman torture.

Donnie opened his mouth, and he didn't know what he wanted to say, because before his thoughts regained clarity, he had already heard him complaining loudly in a hoarse voice: "Do you usually put a tuna sandwich in the refrigerator?" ? The Stark Enterprises are so poor that they can't even afford frozen food?"

Tony Stark never imagined that Downey's first words would be this after he woke up.

He even heard a bit of grievance from the other party's hoarse voice after waking up hungry for a month and only found a sandwich.

Tony Stark: "...what do you want to eat, I'll go buy it now."

Downey: "No, I'm not hungry."

Tony Stark: "..."

Donnie is really not hungry, he thinks his hunger is only psychological, after all, he has been lying in that damn health cabin for too long without eating or drinking, and when he thinks of that health cabin——

"S**t!" The short man who was still hovering on the verge of irritability squeezed the plastic bag in his hand, "You still want to soak me in a vat of green snot!"

Tony Stark: "That's Dr. Banner's Restorative Solution."

Downey: "I know, I invested in this project at the beginning!"

Tony Stark: "..."

The man felt that he was a bit helpless, and rationally told him that he should say something to comfort him, because the person in front of him seemed to be in a bad state, but his emotional intelligence determined that his comfort method could not be advanced, so he was silent for a while back.

Tony Stark: "How are you feeling now?"

Downey: "Thanks to you, that's great, listen to this—"

He stopped halfway through his words, as if hesitating whether to swear those meaningless swear words, he opened his mouth silently, and finally his gradually recovered rationality stopped him, Donnie raised his hand and squeezed the space between his brows: "Forget it gone."

"Sorry, I need to be alone."

Tony Stark stood there without speaking.

The kitchen became quiet again, and Donnie threw away the packing bag in his hand. After 10 minutes of silence, he sat on the spot and bent down, crossing his fingers through the hair in front of his forehead, propping his forehead with both hands, and resting his elbows on his knees On the ground, just bowed down to calm his shortness of breath due to emotion.

A mature person will not anger the people around him because of any emotion, even if all his experiences are due to the person in front of him.

There are so many things to solve.

No one has the skill to waste time here because of a little emotion.

Downey recalled little by little what happened before he passed out, forcing himself to calm down quickly, while Tony Stark leaned on the door frame and watched him.

The expression is unprecedented patience.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen is the bustling night scene of Wall Street restored during the month of post-disaster reconstruction. On the huge screen facing the second floor of the New York Stock Exchange, the promotional advertisement for the New York State Carnival a week later is repeatedly played.

When this advertisement is about to play No.11 times.

"How did they handle the source?"

It seemed that he finally broke away from the initial anxiety, and when he raised his head again, Downey's voice became calmer.

"Turn on the lights, Jarvis."

The overhead lights turned on in response, and the suddenly brighter light hurt the eyes. Downey subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but the next moment, a figure stepped in front of him.

"It was resolved by the will of the universe." The owner of the figure said, "You should be able to guess the specific situation."

Downey put down the hand he just raised, and showed a sure-fire expression: "Then during the time I was in a coma—" he paused, "How long have I been in a coma?"

Tony Stark looked up at the clock on the wall: "Less than a month."

Downey: "Can't you be more specific?"

Tony Stark: "28 days, nineteen hours, thirty-two minutes and three seconds—" He glanced at the wall clock again, "four seconds, five seconds."

Downey: "...Okay, I know you're a genius, but there's no need to be accurate to the second."

He stood up from the chair and moved some stiff joints: "So what did you do in these 28 days, 32 hours, [-] minutes and [-] seconds?"

Tony Stark: "To clear the distribution of Hydra, we need to find more information related to the will of the universe."

Downey looked up to observe the expression on the man's face: "I guess you didn't find anything?"

Tony Stark: "Well, but Natasha just got an Eternal rebel chip with 120 Hoos on it."

Downey raised his eyebrows: "It means that I have a new job as soon as I wake up?"

Tony Stark: "What patients should do at this time is to lie in bed and rest."

Downey glanced at Tony Stark again, and then at his clear reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The patient who had been lying down for a month had a ruddy complexion, while the man who had been awake for a long time had obvious black and blue eyes.

Downey pursed his lips, drank the coffee in his cup, and started walking towards the workshop.

"Didn't I tell you that I've already been sober? Do you know what happens when you lie in a closed space for a month without hearing or seeing? In fact, I put the Mark 45's in the first few days. I have thought about the composition of the materials, although it is impossible to purify the memory metal to that level now, I mean, I will go crazy every minute for the next ten days, so now it is probably the most desired in my life. When I'm working, don't say patients need to rest, I think I'm so refreshed that I can fly to Siberia and fight Hydra right now."

Downey walked in front and talked non-stop, as if he was trying to get back what he hadn't said in a month. Tony Stark followed him quietly, looking at the dress on him, which was obviously a size too big. His white shirt—he hadn't noticed it when Downey was sitting just now, and he didn't feel that something was wrong until now.

Tony Stark held back, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and interrupted the short man who was talking endlessly: "You look like my shirt."

Donnie stopped in his tracks. Subconsciously, he opened his arms and looked down at the shirt: "Sorry, I was a little confused just now. If you mind, I'll go and change it now."

Tony Stark: "It's okay." He took another look at Downey's white shirt, "It's pretty nice."

It was still the clear reflection of the two people on the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Donnie looked at the ordinary shirt on his body, which he would never wear if he was given it for free. He couldn't belittle anyone's taste. , I can only say: "What do I wear that doesn't look good?"

Tony Stark: "Yeah."

Downey: "...Huh??"

As if he didn't realize Downey's surprise, Tony Stark even recalled it seriously, and then echoed: "It's all okay."

Downey: "???"

He didn't expect that Tony Stark would praise someone one day, even though this praise was a bit insignificant.

And I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that something was wrong with Tony Stark's performance tonight, and if he had to find a word to describe it, it was probably unexpected——

mild?

You must know that even when he crossed more than half of New York to find Downey to reconcile, when he said the phrase "I hate sleeping on the iron bed", his tone was not at all close to the word gentle.

The powder keg went off, Donnie had no clue, and he could only blame it all on his special treatment as a patient who had been lying in bed for a month.

He raised his foot and continued to walk forward, continuing the topic just now: "I don't know what kind of enemies we will encounter in the future. The plot of this universe is completely different from that in comics or movies, although it seems that Mark 20 is enough. Solve most emergencies, but sooner or later we'll have to work on some more advanced armor, no superhero sits idly by and waits for the accident to happen itself—"

Tony Stark followed Downey to listen to what he said, and accidentally glanced at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling glass window next to him.

A man in a baggy white shirt walks in front, and he walks behind in a black shirt of the same style.

The people in front chattered endlessly, while the people behind listened quietly.

Some strange emotions were quietly growing, and driven by this emotion, he suddenly said out of nowhere: "Do you want to raise a cat?"

Downey, who was still talking about the structure of Mark 45, paused when he heard this question—obviously, this topic seems to interest him more than Mark 45.

"Do you want to raise a cat?" Downey looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows next to him, their gazes met for a moment in the reflection, and after getting the affirmation in the other's eyes, Downey said again, "You know, I also I have a cat, which was adopted from a rescue organization, it must have been abused before, when it first came to my house, it barked its teeth and claws, and it was very fierce to me."

Tony Stark: "And then?"

Downey: "Afterwards, it had to nest next to my neck every night, but in order to get back at the time when it scratched me all over my body, I would just shut it up in the attic and sleep."

Probably recalling the past, those warm brown eyes became gentle.Downey shrugged and commented on himself: "Little Robert Downey Jr."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tony Stark in the reflection: "I mean."

"I really want to have a cat."