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"So, what do you need?" Dolores' response was a little more decisive than he expected.

Her eyes were red: "As long as you don't take him away, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

Phil beckoned to the doctor: "A little sample, that's it."

So she pressed Van Gogh tightly and let the doctor draw out a tube of his blood.

Van Gogh whimpered angrily in her arms, and the cat hair all over his body suddenly rose up, like an angry puffer fish.

Dolores actually thought of a lot in a mess, such as what they would study from Van Gogh and her blood, whether the test results would become a time bomb in the future, and become a tool for SHIELD to restrain them, like Those who acted in vulgar movies have become experimental subjects that are worse than death.

But for now it's her only option, and she just wants to get out of this place with her cat in her arms.

Before leaving, Barbara gave her a box of special medicine without trademark, and then a low-key black car drove her blindfolded all the way to the door of the hotel.

She was next to the flight case containing Van Gogh, and heard the driver get out of the car and walk to the side door of the rear seat. After opening the door, he bent slightly and lifted her blindfold.

"You're here, Miss Green." The eyes suddenly brightened, and Dolores flinched, squinting, and in her blurred vision was the cool face of Agent Aegis wearing sunglasses: "Please get out of the car." He said blankly. Lifting the heavy flight case out of the car for her, Dolores noticed that outside the car was a busy street, people hurriedly walking in the sun, past the bright and clean windows and various shops, the Willits Hotel’s The revolving door was full of people coming and going, and no one noticed the mysterious car she was sitting in.

Everything looked ordinary and ordinary, and Dolores almost suspected that it was all a dream of hers from yesterday to morning.

But Mr. Agent interrupted her in a daze: "Miss Green."

She quickly jumped out of the back seat of the car and pulled up the handle of the flight case: "Thank you." She even bowed slightly.

The girl lowered her head cautiously, raised her emerald green eyes and glanced at him, then quickly put them down: "Just send me here, thank you very much for sending me back."

Back to this beautiful and ordinary world.

Mr. Agent adjusted his sunglasses coolly, and twitched his mouth: "You're welcome." He took out a black smartphone from his suit: "Please be sure to wear this on your body, satellite positioning, if you are separated from you for too long After a while, we will locate you immediately, for your safety."

Dolores stood there holding her mobile phone as if struck by lightning, but at the last moment, Mr. Agent gave her a terrifying, threatening and malicious smile.

Then he turned around and got into the car without hesitation, and sprayed her with exhaust.

Maybe she stood at the door for too long, a doorman came over and asked politely: "Ma'am? Do you need help?"

"No, no, no! Thank you, I can do it myself." She almost jumped up, Van Gogh was lying quietly in the air box, and his snow-white shadow could be seen from the gap in the fence.

She dared not draw attention to the fact that this flight case contained the ever-bigger, scary-looking cat that might be in the news.

Dolores walked into the hotel with the suitcase, and walked through the revolving door. The wide and retro foyer appeared in front of her eyes. The bright crystal chandelier was suspended on the dome. Oil portraits of previous owners, smooth and beautiful oak brass stairs running up, Dolores stepped on the Indian handmade wool carpet anxiously, wondering whether the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. sent her to the wrong place.

A female staff member seemed to have noticed the out-of-fit girl, and approached her with a smile on her heels: "Ma'am? Need help?"

Dolores said awkwardly: "Uh... hello, I seem to have booked a room here, but someone else booked it for me."

"May I ask your name?" She tilted her head slightly, her chin pressed against the delicate silk scarf around her neck, and she also wore a copper nameplate on her chest.

"Dolores Green."

The other party was obviously surprised, her eye sockets widened, and the brown pupils quickly scanned her whole body, focusing on her face to identify carefully, and confirmed that this blue-eyed girl was really the face on the TV news——

"Hello, Ms. Green, your room is on the top floor, please wait a moment, I will arrange it for you." After speaking, she almost ran to the front desk at a running speed.

Dolores seemed to see a row of small cursive letters on the nameplate on her breast: Willits Hotel-Manager Maggie Jean.

At the same time, the female manager's slightly high-pitched voice echoed in the hotel lobby: "Mr. Tony Stark booked the penthouse suite, Miss Green is here!"

Dolores stood alone in the center of the front hall, her cheeks and neck burning instantly.

Especially after hearing what the female manager said, the shocked and strange eyes of the guests and waiters and those whispers.

She stood there in embarrassment, her face flushed with embarrassment, and Dolores thought in her heart, what would they think?

Fortunately, the female manager trotted back immediately holding her room card key, and respectfully asked her to go to the elevator that went directly to the top floor, and then asked to carry her only luggage. Dolores firmly refused, and dragged the air box by herself. He quickly followed the female manager to the elevator.

The female manager respectfully invited her into the luxury suite with 360-degree panoramic views on the top floor.

Fortunately, she finally seemed to see Dolores' uneasiness, told her that a waiter would bring her lunch later, and then left quietly.

Van Gogh waited until the door closed silently and the lock fell, raised his claws and knocked off the small plastic door of the flight box, and rushed to Kingsize's big bed to meow at her complaining.

Dolores stared straight: "Please don't complain to me. From yesterday to today, my brain is about to explode." As if a computer crashed due to insufficient memory, she opened her arms and threw herself into the soft cloud-like big bed.

Van Gogh patted the back of her golden head suspiciously, but there was no movement, so he had to walk and jump out of bed, and began to inspect this new site.

This is a very luxurious large suite, even bigger than Dolores' apartment. There is an open-air sofa hot tub on the balcony, a walk-in closet and a circular jacuzzi in the room, which can be reached by going up the stairs. There is a separate home theater on the second floor, and even an indoor swimming pool in the living room—it’s completely Stark-style luxury, and it’s a gentle place for people to fall and lie down anywhere.

Dolores nearly fell asleep face down until the suffocation and the sudden sound of the TV in the room forced her to look up.

Am I hypoxic to hallucinations or did I really hear my name?

She turned her head quickly, it was Van Gogh, he jumped onto the solid wood coffee table and pressed his paw on the TV remote control, he was staring up at the TV intently at the moment.

The news was playing on the TV, and the blond hostess was reporting to the audience with a smile: "The damage to public property caused by the attack in the underpass in Queens has been estimated this morning, and a building in a nearby residential area was affected by the fire. The apartment building is being repaired and restored by Stark Industries. Dolores Samantha Green, the owner of the apartment who lost the most, has not yet expressed her opinion. Stark Industries CEO Ms. Pep Potts and the city hall jointly held a press conference , announced that it will work with the city hall to make efforts for post-war recovery, but Iron Man himself-Tony Stark has not appeared in public view since yesterday."

A palm-sized photo was appearing in the upper right corner of the screen following the hostess' explanation. Dolores looked at her innocent smile in the photo in disbelief.

After only one night, she was on the news? !

In a hurry, she took out the mobile phone given to her by the agent—her original fruit 7 seemed to be placed on the coffee table in the apartment, and of course it became a pile of trash along with the coffee table.

Log in to Twitter, and the overwhelming @ and messages pop up:

The most are Ellie's——

Ellie: Where are you!Are you hurt?

Allie: I'm going to have a heart attack, f***ing!Your apartment is in ruins!The police stopped me from going upstairs.

Ellie: God, God!I don't know where you are!I went to the front desk of Stark Tower, they said you were in some private hospital, and after a while they said that Tony Stark hired a private doctor for you!I'm going crazy, I smashed the Stark Tower private meeting room - fuck private! !

Ellie: I miss you so much, I swear that if you come back properly, even if I'm on a date or at a catwalk, I will be by your side whenever you need me.

Ellie: I tried to look for Van Gogh nearby, but I couldn't find anything, please come back soon.

Rich: Dolly, how are you?I hope you are safe, Ellie tried to force their way into their office, I stopped us, we ended up kicked out, everyone was worried about you.

Rich: Please tell us that you are safe when you are safe, and bless you.

Veteran: Luo?How are you?

Veteran: If you're in S.H.I.E.L.D., don't panic, they won't hurt you, hope you're ok.

Veteran: I'm sorry for your encounter/hug.

Peter: Hi Dolly, the school held a blessing assembly in the gymnasium this morning and everyone hopes that you will come back to school :( We miss you.

Liz: Come on, get well! !Love you! !

MJ: Come back to class soon.

Ned: All is well my friend.

.......

Not only these, but also her friends and teachers from the boarding school in Boston, and even many netizens who read the news left comments on her latest tweet with Peter and Ned taking a selfie on the school bus, giving her encouragement and comfort She, bless her.

Dolores sat on the bed and browsed the heart-warming messages on the phone. She didn't speak for a long time, she just subconsciously bit her fingers, and there was a flash of water in her eyes, which she quickly blinked away.

After a day and a half full of superheroes, cats under magic spells, mysterious national government organizations, secret agents, fighting and killing, and the first uncomfortable disease, she is like a traveler who trekked from the Antarctic to the northern hemisphere, In the morning, she was lying on the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital bed full of fear and anxiety and had her blood drawn. At this time, she was already surrounded by tenderness and kindness from all kinds of people in the comfortable big bed of the Willits Hotel.

She felt lingering fears, grievances and joy in her heart. She was at a loss for a while, and Dolores immediately dialed Ellie's phone number.

After only waiting for two or three seconds, the call was connected immediately: "Hello? Who is this?"

Ellie's voice was full of exhaustion, and Dolores had no doubt that she didn't sleep last night.

"Ellie, it's me."

Hearing her friend's voice, Dolores wanted to cry again for some unknown reason. She really wanted to tell Ellie everything she experienced yesterday, but she was afraid that the S.H.I.E.L.D. The agent wearing sunglasses walked up to her and took out a small silver stick. After a flash of white light, Ellie was brainwashed and erased her memory.

She could only hold back her stomach full of grievances: "It's me, Ellie, I'm fine."

There was no sound on the phone for a long time, and then she heard Ellie's trembling voice: "Dolly?!!! Where are you??!"

There was a short screeching sound from Ellie's side, and then a heavy object fell to the ground with a thud, probably her chair being pushed away by Ellie's quick bounce.

"God!!" Ellie cried out in a half-crying voice, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm not hurt." She thought Ellie might be crying because she heard sobbing.

"Can you come to the Willits Hotel alone? I'm in the penthouse suite, don't take Rich, come here alone." She only dared to tell Ellie about the mutation of Van Gogh, she was afraid of scaring Rich.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll come right away, don't move, give me 10 minutes! Just stay where you are." Ellie sounded incoherent, Dolores was afraid that she might be in a hurry, so she quickly said: "Don't worry , I will never move, I will wait for you at the hotel, don't run the red light."

The phone was hung up, and she figured Ellie must have sprinted to the parking lot, driving her Porsche all the way down the road, and the association worried her.

Dolores walked to the living room, picked up the phone on the chest of drawers and called the front desk: "My friend Ellie Lin will come to me in a while, please let her come up."

"Okay, Miss Green, by the way, do you need an extra lunch for one person, we will try it as soon as possible."

"Yes I do, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Dolores took a long, deep breath. She thought she should report everyone's safety, so she took out her mobile phone and sent a concise explanation:

Hello everyone,

I'm Dolly, thank you for your well wishes, I'm really, really grateful, and let you know that I'm doing well and will be back in school soon. Thank you @TonyStark for saving my life, Iron Man is a true hero.

I love you all my dearest friends and thank you for your prayers.

- from superdilly