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

This year's Christmas Eve, the light snow finally stopped at three o'clock in the morning, and the night in Manhattan was never deserted. After losing the light snow, the street lights in Midtown and Lower Town became clearer, making those Aegis working in Rockefeller Plaza Members of the Bureau's damage control division were somewhat sparse.

One of the staff members found a witch's hat completely soaked in snow water in a piece of broken glass. He shook the water and broken glass on the hat, carefully pinched the tip of the hat, and prepared to put it aside. , mumbling in his mouth: "This year's Christmas Eve is really not safe at all..."

His colleague came over with a broken glider, and said in a drawn-out voice as he walked, "Yeah, who would have thought that the weak-looking little secretary next to Mr. It's the night witch."

"Mr. Stark is probably also surprised."

As he spoke, he put the shapeless witch hat under the street lamp, stood up again, and looked at the brightly lit Christmas tree not far away.

"It's really spectacular, but no one is in the mood to appreciate it this year..."

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Rosie turned her eyes away from the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. She lowered her head and looked in the direction of her toes, but her eyes were out of focus, as if she was thinking about something, when she heard a string of After the sound of footsteps, she hid in the shadows around the corner like a frightened cat.

From her perspective, she could see a female nurse in a red sweater holding a bottle of medicine and hurriedly running towards the operating room at the end of the corridor.

At this time, there was a burst of music in her messenger bag. Although the rhythm of the music was soft, it was still very ear-piercing in the hospital corridor at midnight. She quickly rang the phone through the messenger bag.After the corridor was quiet again, she let out a long breath, and then took a step out from the shadows.

At this time, there was a sound of slow footsteps, and she was about to take back the steps she had taken when she heard a familiar voice: "So you are hiding here."

Rosie's body stiffened suddenly.

The man walked up to her, put his head in his pocket, raised his hand, gently brushed the messy hair behind her ears, and said with a smile: "I thought the night witch got into trouble and ran away secretly." .”

Rosie turned her head to the side, and Tony's eyes were smiling faintly, staring at her through the lenses of the brown sunglasses.

She closed her eyelids slightly, and said, "Harry is still being rescued...I won't leave."

"But I don't think he can see you when he wakes up." Tony said, with a mysterious smile on his face, "After all, I know my secretary Mathers very well, she is very good at running away and Playing dumb."

Rosie didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

"Actually, Secretary Mathers didn't say anything, I can probably guess what she was thinking, like 'It's my fault that Harry fell', 'It's all because of me, Harry, that he became what he is now'..." As Tony spoke, he moved closer to her and said, "Am I right, my secretary Mathers."

He smiled, stood up straight again, and said, "Secretary Mathers, you know, this is his choice, or, this is a choice he is forced to make by various reasons. A person's choice, It’s never a responsibility that one person can take on.”

"If I hadn't injured Norman Osborn..."

"It doesn't exist if." Tony interrupted her. He stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of her eyes. "It's not your fault. Of course, my words are not to comfort you. I even think It's cheap for you to maim his legs, after all, that guy stuffed a level bomb in my arms... So, his ending was already doomed when he chose to become the Green Goblin, but It could be you, it could be me, it could even be Steve."

"And the ending of the little Mr. Osborne who chose to become the little green goblin is how to face you after he wakes up. After all, you are his good friend. You killed his evil father. He should have killed him. He wanted to kill you for revenge, but in the end he chose to save you. So it is he who should suffer in the choice, not you, Secretary Mathers, do you understand?"

Rosie opened her eyes wide and stared at Tony blankly.

She probably never thought that the boss's way of comforting her was so simple and direct.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the most direct way to pull a person out of endless guilt and shame is to help him remove all the burdens on his shoulders.

Seeing her stunned look, Tony smiled, took out a lucky cigarette case from his pocket, patted the bottom of the cigarette case, and took out a cigarette, but he didn't hand the cigarette to his mouth Instead, she moved closer to Rosie. Rosie hesitated for a few seconds before raising her arm and pulling out the cigarette from the cigarette case.

Just as she gently put the cigarette filter in her mouth, a small ball of fire suddenly burst out in front of her eyes. The light was weak and dim, far less than the bustling and bright Manhattan on Christmas Eve, but such a small ball was still beating restlessly The flame miraculously made her calm down. She raised her eyes and looked at Tony's caramel-colored eyes through the flame. Then she lowered her head slightly, biting a cigarette and approaching the flame, and took a deep breath. After the choking nicotine traveled around in the lungs, it turned into white smoke and sprayed out from the nasal cavity.

"I didn't expect my boss to be so cunning." Rosie turned her head and looked out of the corridor window.

The night in Manhattan is never lonely. Although it is early morning and the lights in Midtown are still as bright as day, she can still see the huge Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza at a glance.

"It's not cunning, Secretary Mathers. I have experienced the situation you encountered this time countless times. If you have to shoulder responsibilities that do not belong to you every time, then the largest department of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's a psychological consultation room." Tony laughed, "What's more, besides Iron Man, I'm also a businessman, isn't the principle of a businessman all mercenary?"

Rosie snorted.

"So, Secretary Mathers who didn't come to the appointment on time needs to be punished." Tony suppressed the smile on his face.

Rosie held a cigarette lightly between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand, looked at Tony's pretendingly serious face with calm eyes, then opened her lips slightly, and exhaled a puff of smoke into his face. Before committing the crime and becoming furious, she had already leaned forward, biting Tony's lower lip lightly with her teeth.

At this moment, a familiar and slightly surprised voice appeared next to Rosie's ear: "Rosie?"

Rosie's body was stiff, she turned her head mechanically, and saw the Mathers and Mrs. Mathers standing in the corridor. Mr. Mathers was supporting Mrs. Mathers. Their faces were tired and their clothes were wrinkled. It seems that he has been running around for a long time.They stared at Rosie and Tony standing in the shadow of the corridor, their eyes full of astonishment.

Rosie also believed that at this moment, she was also looking at them with such eyes.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and the cigarette slipped from her fingers and fell beside her high-heeled boots. She stomped on it quietly, then took a step back, a little away from the boss, and was about to clear her throat and tell Ma When it was all just a misunderstanding between Mr. and Mrs. Circus, Mr. Mathers spoke first.

"Rosie, we saw live TV..."

Rosie: "..."

This year's Christmas, the morning sun came very late, and Rosie always felt that the night was as long as twelve or three hours. She went from Rockefeller Plaza to the hospital, and then to the Mathers House, wandering around three places, wasting time. It took a long time until she sat in the living room wearing her pink flannel pajamas for a long time, and finally saw some faint skylight peeking through the mint green curtains in the living room on the first floor.

She gathered the pajamas on her body, and finally mustered up the courage to look up.

The Mathers and his wife were sitting on the sofa opposite her. The faces of the two parents were as cold and icy as Manhattan this winter. Kailani was sitting on the single sofa on the side, taking a nap with her eyes closed. After seeing the face of the legendary Night Witch on the TV screen, she immediately rushed out of the house. During this time, she ran to three police stations and five hospitals, until she received a call from Mr. Mathers half an hour ago. Just came home.

And Tony, the boss who stepped into Mathers's house for the first time, went to the kitchen familiarly, and said as he walked, "Speaking of which, everyone is exhausted, so let me heat up some milk for you."

Mr. Mathers wanted to stand up and say something when he heard the words. Mrs. Mathers had already tugged on his shirt cuff lightly, then smiled and said to Tony: "Then please trouble Mr. Stark."

Tony smiled, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and closed the kitchen door when he stepped into the kitchen.

The living room of Mathers House was once again silent.

Mr. Mathers sighed, got up, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and turned on the TV. It was the morning news time, and the blond news anchorwoman seriously reported what happened the night before The horror at Rockefeller Plaza.

When Rosie heard the place name "Rockefeller Plaza", she felt her whole body tremble. She let out a breath and looked up at the TV. Just in time, she saw herself riding on a broom, and when the witch hat and blindfold fell together. However, whenever her face appears in front of the camera, there are always thick mosaics stacked on her face, which is safer than when she wears a hat and mask.

Rosie stared at the TV for a while, then looked at Mr. Mathers again.

"When I found my friend who works in the TV station, he told me that Mr. Stark had put pressure on him. He minimized the impact of this incident as much as possible." Mr. Mathers put down the remote control of the TV .Looking at Rosie, his eyes were less anxious and anxious than when he was in the hospital, and he was much calmer, "Tell me, when did it start?"

Rosie's hands on her knees clenched the fabric of the pajama pants, and she let go of it less than a second later: "It's just a matter of these few days."

"What I'm asking is when you became a night witch," Mr. Mathers said.

His tone was calm, but more disturbing than the usual emotional ups and downs.Rosie didn't even dare to look at his expression anymore. She felt that it was very possible that the Mathers and his wife had guessed something. After all, Rosie Mathers had been a well-behaved and even weak girl for 20 years. Wouldn't do such... outrageous things.

She was thinking, in the face of such questioning, should she continue to hide, or tell the truth.

If you continue to hide it, you will have to make up countless lies to explain the unreasonableness of all this; if you tell the truth, you will tell the couple that their real daughter died in a car accident more than a year ago, and... She would also lose the family joy that was almost hers.

Almost... hers.

Rosie lowered her head and covered her cheeks with her hands. The two Rosie Mathers in her heart were engaged in a cruel battle between the heavens and man in a place that the Mathers and Kailani couldn't see, flashing back in her mind There are many scenes, including the bottle of hyacinth on the dining table of Helson's house, Natalia's unconscious state on the floor, and the first Christmas spent in Mathers' house , the Mathers hugged her around the fireplace and began to unwrap the Christmas presents she hadn't received since Natalia passed away.

Almost, this word is equal to nothing after all.

Rosie put her hands down and supported the sofa beside her. She gritted her teeth, raised her head, looked at the Mathers and his wife who were sitting opposite, and Kailani who was tired on the side sofa, and said Said: "Sorry, I..."

Before she could speak, she heard the kitchen door being pulled open from inside, and Tony's voice was a little serious: "Sorry, just interrupt."

Rosie turned her head to look at him, and saw him shaking the mobile phone in his hand: "I just received a call, Mr. Osborne was just pushed out of the operating room, and the hospital was attacked. The attacker... It is said to be from In Gotham."

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Come on, the final battle -3-

Harry is not dead.