Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

The sun near noon has already brought some temperature, hitting the body warmly, and even has a slight burning sensation; if you ignore the disturbing sound of bullet impact, in fact, the slums of Gotham City bathed in the morning light at this moment There is still a sense of natural and serene comfort, and Rosie can even imagine the scenes of those thinly dressed slum children laughing loudly and pushing old-fashioned bicycles through the puddles every morning, causing the nearby housewives who are drying clothes to yell at them.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a bullet hit the shoulder of the Iron Man behind her, and then bounced off her side face. She almost felt the scorching heat generated by the bullet's high-speed movement and friction with the air. , this feeling of brushing shoulders with death brought her back to reality in those narrow alleys in Herson.

This is a slum somewhere in Gotham City that is being attacked by gangsters. Iron Man has just eliminated the bombs/bombs in this area, temporarily eliminating the danger of bombing here.However, the title of "Iron Man" still failed to deter these vicious gangsters. In this slum that was supposed to live in a philistine and aggressive way, at this time, apart from gunshots, there were only children weeping after being frightened.

The little boy in Rosie's arms trembled, Rosie patted his thin shoulders, then slightly raised his head and turned his face to the side, just in time to see the side of Iron Man's red mecha.

If it was the past, in Rosie's eyes, the appearance of Iron Man meant that there was a violent incident in this area that the police could not solve. She looked at the traces of bullets on the shoulders of the steel armor, but suddenly felt a sense of security being protected.

The appearance of Iron Man does not represent the generation of violence, but that the flames of violence are about to be extinguished.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something, when she heard Tony's voice through the mecha helmet: "Huh? Why, did Secretary Mathers decide to meet her boss face to face without seeing her for one night? "

"No..." Rosie quickly denied, but she heard Tony laugh lowly, the steel arm hugged her waist and the child in her arms tighter, then jumped into the air and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, You won’t be afraid after flying a few laps.”

Rosie: "..."

Tony's rising speed was so fast that before Rosie could react, the sound of the wind rushed into her ears first, and her vision was full of her hair flying in the wind. She subconsciously hugged the boy in her arms tightly. The little boy, seeing that the little boy was not frightened into crying, was a little relieved, then turned to look at Tony, and said angrily, "Boss! You will scare others like this!"

"What? Did you scare Secretary Mathers?" Tony said briskly, "Isn't Secretary Mathers very orderly when he flies around New York on a broom every day?"

Rosie's eyes widened all of a sudden, and at this moment, Tony had already hugged her and flew towards the other side.

Although the houses in the slums are densely populated, their heights are limited, and most of them are single-family small buildings with two to three floors.Only at this street corner, there is an abandoned apartment that was left over from the 70s and [-]s. It is about six or seven stories high, and it is the tallest building in this area.

Tony placed Rosie firmly on the roof of the apartment. Up to this moment, Rosie still stared at the steel mech man standing in front of her with wide eyes, and let the other party call her. His hair was messed up by the wind during the flight just now, and he also nodded to the curious little boy curled up in his arms.

Until another gunshot downstairs brought her back to consciousness, she let out a breath, bent down slightly, put the little boy in her arms on the ground, and rubbed his hair.The child was not frightened by what happened just now, but just looked at her curiously, then turned to look at Tony.

Rosie looked in the direction he turned his head, and met the eyes on Iron Man's helmet. She stood up straight, put her right index finger on her lips, coughed twice, and when she was about to speak, she heard Tony A smiling voice: "Without wearing eight-centimeter high heels today, won't Secretary Mathers' feet feel lonely?"

Rosie paused, then slowly lowered her head.

The pair of Jason's plastic slippers that were originally put on both feet are now only one left, hanging crookedly on the instep of her right foot, while her left foot is empty, stepping on it without any cover. On the dusty roof floor.

She was now thinking about how to explain to Jason that she had lost one of his slippers.

"Next, please wait for the witch who lost her shoe." Tony said with a smile, "I need to solve the trouble downstairs."

After he finished speaking, he patted Rosie on the shoulder, took a step forward, and jumped off the roof of the apartment.

At this time, the "trouble downstairs" had been divided into two teams. One team was about to forcibly rush into the abandoned apartment building, while the other team rushed into the apartment opposite the apartment building, constantly observing the situation on the roof of the apartment building.

Rosie still admires the gangsters in Gotham City very much. After all, she has been fighting with Batman all year round. Not only is she not weak in the face of superheroes, but she is also extremely brave. Shoot it down like a bird.

Rosie sat down on the edge of the roof, resting her chin in one hand, looking at the Gotham gangsters who were in the middle of a tense layout. The little boy brought up by her and Tony also squatted next to her, and glanced downstairs. He quickly withdrew his upper body and shrank back to Rosie's side.

Rosie smiled softly, stretched out her right arm, and wrapped the little boy in her arms. The little boy glanced at her secretly, and said, "Sister, are you Iron Man's girlfriend?"

The smile on Rosie's face froze. She coughed twice to clear her throat, and then said solemnly, "No."

"Oh." The little boy nodded, looking quite disappointed, "I was thinking that when I go to school tomorrow, I can tell my classmates that Iron Man's girlfriend invited me to Burger King."

Rosie: "..."

"So you came out of the house for Burger King?" Rosie asked.

"That's right, I'm afraid that if my sister dies, no one will buy me a hamburger." The little boy said firmly, "So I want to protect my sister!"

Rosie laughed and stroked the boy's soft brown hair.Hold him tighter: "You are still young now, so it should be your sister who protects you. When you become stronger, you will naturally find the person who needs your protection."

"Like Iron Man protecting his sister?" the little boy said seriously.

Rosie raised her chin and smiled: "Of course, I'm not a princess sitting on the roof waiting for someone to save me, but..." She turned her face and looked forward. The view from the roof of the apartment building was very good. She could see the roofs lined up in golden light shining in the sun, and she could also see the gangsters entrenched between the houses being repulsed one by one by the man in the golden-red steel armor; the civilians hiding in the house People gathered in front of the window to watch Iron Man fight the gangsters, and children cheered in front of the window sill when Iron Man threw a sniper downstairs.

It is already noon, the sun is high in the sky, and the temperature of the sun has reached its peak. Even without shoes, I can still feel an indescribable sense of solidity on the soles of my feet.

"It's just... occasionally I enjoy the feeling of being protected."

When the Gotham Police Department arrived at the slums, there were only a dozen gangsters who had been beaten and temporarily incapacitated. More than 20 slum teenagers were yelling at each other and tied them together. What holds them is neither wires nor ropes, but the poor-quality nylon clotheslines commonly used by slum women.

People in the slums of Gotham City have always had trouble with the police, especially boys aged [-] or [-], who were often detained for arguing with crowds, so after the police arrived, these twenty teenagers rushed away They broke up, only a seven or eight-year-old boy was still sitting there, but he ignored the policemen, but concentrated on eating beef burgers.

"Looking at it, it shouldn't be Batman, Batman usually just tie up people and throw them into Arkham."

"I heard it's Iron Man?"

"It can't be Iron Man, isn't Iron Man in New York?"

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While the police were thinking about bringing the dozen or so Gotham gangsters who attacked the slums back to the Gotham police station, Rosie was sitting in the passenger seat of a Mercedes Benz parked outside the slums. .

After a hearty battle, the soft and comfortable seats of the Mercedes-Benz brought people an unparalleled comfort. After deciding that she didn't have to drive by herself, Rosie felt a kind of laziness from top to bottom. comfort.

She slumped on the seat and watched as the driver's door was pulled open. Tony, who was wearing a smoke gray suit, stepped into the car, threw a paper bag in his arms onto Rosie's lap, and then opened the window from the center console. Picked up the cigarette case and lighter.

Rosie slowly opened the bag and found a pair of khaki coral suede house slippers inside. She stared at the Pikachu pattern on the slippers for a few seconds, then looked sideways at Tony who was sitting in the driver's seat. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect the boss to like Pikachu."

Tony bowed his head and lighted his cigarette for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Rosie. The corners of his mouth curled up, and then quickly flattened: "No, I still like Secretary Mathers better than Pikachu."

"Oh." Rosie nodded, and was about to bend down to change her slippers, but at this moment, Tony's hand had already clasped her shoulders, she raised her head and looked at Tony inexplicably.

Tony was staring at her, caramel eyes full of something that felt strange to her.

He smiled, and moved closer to Rosie: "Did Secretary Mathers say nothing about my confession?"

Rosie: "..."

Rosie: "???"

Rosie: "!!!"