when actor met avenger

"Hey! Hey! Sylvie Sylvie, wake up wake up!"

Wade squatted in front of the sofa, shaking the girl who was asleep on the sofa with a small force.

"Hmm... Wade? Why are you here again?"

Sylvie sat up with a hutch, looked at the red tights in front of her, and frowned.

"Hmm—probably your room is so attractive! A girl's boudoir, bro, I really want to visit~"

After thinking for a while, Wade came to this conclusion, and was woken up by Sylvie's slap.

"You won't be able to get married if you are so violent!"

Wade covered his face, squatting in the corner and drawing circles in aggrieved manner.

"Ah, I forgot, you've become an old goblin, and no one wanted you in the first place!"

Sylvie ignored Wade's soliloquy, and poured herself a large cup of coffee to prevent herself from falling asleep suddenly.

"Why have you been so listless recently? Don't you have to go on patrol anymore? Do you remember that you are a manager? When I passed by the next door, Superman asked me where did you go? When did you meet Superman? So good? Why don’t you know? Are you from our side or from the next door? Captain America and Superman, you choose one! A good boy can’t hug left and right, just like brother, only hug (each) Little spider!"

When Wade touched his mouth up and down, Sylvie only felt that she had a headache, but her drowsy nerves made her unable to even refute.

"And which universe is this? What are you doing in such a place, and there is no earth that needs your protection. Hey, hey, let me tell you, if you don't go back, your brother will have to come over to say hello to you, let alone Superman Oh, last time he almost took off my brother's pants, so I had to ask him to bring him to you. Tell me that you, a manager, don't work hard and sleep here, so you can't learn from my brother? Love your job Dedicated, hey hey..."

Wade's earnest words not only did not make Sylvie sober at all, but instead closed Sylvie's eyes, her body floated in mid-air, curled up and fell asleep.

"...You are an insult to a talker!"

Wade stomped his feet angrily, he stretched out his hand to grab Sylvie who was floating in the air, trying to wake her up, but failed.

Sylvie's room is very messy, Wade has defined it like this since the last time he was here, yes, he has given up on waking Sylvie, and has set his sights on this house, he hasn't thought about it so quickly Go, even though he was curious about where the doors, big and small, on the walls lead.

"Aha, look what I found!"

Wade studied the messy pile of things on the dining table for a long time, and finally made up his mind to grab the red cloth that was exposed outside, and then pulled it out vigorously. In an instant, all the tall things in the pile were scattered on the ground. It hit the ground and made a noise.

Wade clutched the red thing, turned his head and looked at Sylvie sleeping in the air pretending to be guilty, and found that the other party didn't respond at all, Wade patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"Let me see this, ha! I mean I can't be wrong! Doctor Strange's same cape!"

Wade shook off his cloak and said excitedly.

"But it's broken, tsk, why does Sylvie always pick up this kind of thing, and the whole house has become a garbage dump."

The cloak was just thrown back on the dining table by Wade, and he began to look for the next target.

[Warning warning, the target's breathing is weak. 】

"Huh?? What is this?"

Hearing this rigid machine voice, Wade raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and thought for a while.

"It seems that our space-time manager has some little secret~"

Wade knocked on the face of his left hand with his right hand, with a look of sudden realization, and the next second, the door next to him was suddenly opened, and Wade, who had no time to react, was sucked in directly.

"Oh no, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

【warn!The target's vital signs decline! 】

Sylvie frowned, changed her position, and was still asleep. Apart from the rigid machine sound, there was no other sound in this room.

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"Nice to meet you, Thor."

Chris looked at the person in front of him with a smile, and greeted him naturally.

"Ah...me too, 'captain'?"

Hymes bit the popsicle, because Chris was a little stunned by his address, but he quickly realized that he deliberately added an accent to the word captain, isn't Saul his character name.

"Wow, have you two started playing each other yet?"

Scarlett laughed when she heard them address each other, leaned over and joked to the two.

"I don't understand what you're saying, 'Natasha'."

When Hymes heard Scarlett say this, he put on a Saul expression, said this sentence in a strange tone, and then both laughed with Scarlett.

Chris blinked, feeling like he wanted to say something, but couldn't remember it for a while, or rather, he didn't know how to say that sentence.

In a filming scene of The Avengers, Chris watched the people coming and going in novelty, and sat down on the empty seat with his lunch. He took a sip of his drink and looked at the people at the next table.

"Oh, captain, if you had come earlier, this evil god wouldn't have come between us~"

Hymes patted Tom on the shoulder beside him, and pointed to several other people on the table.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha, that's true."

Jeremy nearly choked on himself.

"A strange person has been mixed into the Avengers!"

"Hey Saul, shouldn't you just kill your relatives?"

"To be honest, at the beginning, I also interviewed for the Avengers!"

"Hahahaha but you lost hahahaha"

Chris listened to them talking and laughed, and waved his hands to show them not to care about him so much, but Jeremy and Scarlett, whose backs were turned to Chris, sat down next to him with something, and then put the two tables together Well, now, he is sitting in the center next to Mark.

"...We haven't been like this for a long time."

I don't know why Chris suddenly gave out this exclamation, and the words were recombined back and forth on his lips, and when he thought he couldn't say it, he said it.

"What? What are you talking about, Chris?"

Because the others were too noisy, Mark sitting next to him only listened to one syllable, so he turned to look at him. After Mark asked, the others suddenly stopped talking and just looked at him.

"No, nothing, I was just thinking that the food here is really good."

Chris smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, but his tone seemed a little blunt, but the others didn't seem to hear it.

"Really? This is the chef I brought, of course it's delicious."

Downey crossed his legs to stop Mark, and when he heard what Chris said, he proudly praised his chef.

"Then I should eat more."

Hymes said so, and then he got up and decided to go and see if there was anything else delicious.

"Take me one take me one!"

Jeremy yelled, and Tom, who had eaten the last bite, thought about it and followed suit.

Chris looked at the backs of the three people walking side by side, and glanced at the three people who stayed behind.

We've never been like this...

he thinks.

"Chris?"

Scarlett looked at Chris, who had downcast eyebrows and no other emotions in front of him other than a smile, exchanged glances with Donnie Mark, and called him that.

"Huh? What's the matter... Scarlett?"

Chris smiled at them.

"I thought the food was so good that it made your mind empty."

Downey joked.

"maybe."

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Chris slammed the door of the room, tugged at his tie and threw it on the ground, and walked barefoot on the wooden floor. The cool floor gave Chris a little sobriety.

"I am back."

He said so, standing in the living room, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, scratching his hair to make it messy.

Chris looked in the direction of the bedroom, stood there for about 2 minutes, and then walked towards the bedroom.

Chris walked very slowly and lightly, as if afraid of waking someone up.

There was a huge double bed in the bedroom, big enough for two Chriss to roll around in, and now, there was one person sleeping on that bed.

Chris walked to the bed, stood upright, and looked at the person lying on the bed, who was sleeping soundly, with his hands crossed on his chest.

Chris stretched out his hand and carefully placed it in front of his nose. His faint breath hit his fingertips. After three or four seconds, he withdrew his fingers.

"I am back."

Chris looked down at him and repeated what he had just said.

"I saw them, I was very happy today."

He said so, stating all this with a deadpan face.

"The chef at Tony's family cooks delicious food, Rocky is actually a very nice person, he just acts badly, Dr. Banner and we played together and had a good laugh, Clint is still the same, Natasha His long hair was beautiful, and I took Thor's hammer, which was, indeed, very light."

Chris was lying on the other side of the bed, looking sideways at his sleeping face, talking intermittently about what he had seen and heard today.

"I took a picture of us, you must be very happy to see it, by the way, we had lunch together today."

Chris pulled his arm, curled his body slightly, rested his head on his arm, and closed his eyes.

"Good night, me."

The man with the same appearance as Chris was still sleeping, sleeping soundly. Without the chest that rose and fell from time to time, he was really no different from a doll.

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