[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

"You don't understand. Thanos."

Thanos looked up weakly, his ravine face looked a little empty, as if someone had poked a sore spot, and seemed to be just looking at another person through Gamora's immature face.

No one knows what he was thinking at this moment.

Perhaps it was Susan's feeble but firm raised dagger at birth;

Maybe it was Arals who hugged the infant and said to the whole Titan, "This is my proudest only son";

Maybe it was the ferocious cave lizards that he met when he was exploring caves with other children when he was a child-they treated him as friendly as their own kind, but turned their heads and hunted his friends, and for the first time in his life he held The butcher's knife, the blood of cold-blooded animals soaked the entire cave...

Or maybe the girls of the Titan tribe gathered together and whispered "Hey, don't you think Thanos' skin is very cool? I like him"; the boys of the Titan tribe put their arms around his shoulders and said "Brother, you are so powerful";

Or maybe it was the last time he looked back in the snowy sky before leaving the Titans.

"……Do not."

he said firmly.

"No. You don't understand."

The huge body of the Titans is like a hill, but Thanos at this moment is more like a semi-active volcano that keeps flowing out magma and is buried by layers of solidified purple blood scabs.

He hunched over, not knowing whether it was because of the pain, or because he wanted to hug Gamora, who looked like a girl and a woman in his arms.

——These two Gamora are about to dissipate.

Her fingertips were like moldy little chicken feet because of hunger, and the empty purple-red long curly hair fell from her shoulders, covering most of her thin body.

"Then I'm glad I don't understand."

Her pupils were so deep, she took a deep, deep look at him, and said the last sentence with two voices.

The black-winged snowbird stood on the branch and let out a long whistling sound, shaking off small pieces of frost and snow.

That long roar also covered up the slight "puchi" sound of the dagger falling to the snow.

A gust of wind suddenly swept in, and Gamora's phantom disappeared...

It's as if I've never been in this world before.

……

Thanos is dead.

Like a joke.

Thanos was killed by a little girl.

Then the little girl disappeared.

These messy thoughts and questions hovered in Patricia's mind, and she even began to wonder if she had made a mistake with her talent—otherwise, how could she see such a dramatic and absurd thing through Snowbird's eyes.

She changed a pair of "eyes" very cautiously, and checked back and forth many times.

She felt like she was just as dazed as the defecting army around Thanos.

Until she saw a white-haired deer with elegant horns in the jungle through the eyes of a tree mouse-the deer's eyes were burning with a faint blue that ordinary people cannot perceive.

...it's over.

"Thanos is dead!" Patricia was trembling, holding on to Steve, who didn't know why, and whispered, "Go, go, go, you're going to be discovered!" In fact, she has already been discovered by her mother.

"What? Who's dead?" The boy didn't know what happened, but he still blinked his blue eyes, obediently led the pony, and followed behind.

It wasn't until he walked out of this forest area that he realized: "...then there is no need to fight the war?"

It's actually not that easy, but "The Leader Has Fallen" will definitely have an impact on the battle situation.

That night, as expected, news came from the front that the Titan rebels were retreating.

So the two "volunteer soldiers" who sneaked out seemed very embarrassed, and the deer that found Patricia during the day seemed to have never appeared, and did not change to other "soldiers" as Patricia expected. Eyes" came a few words.

This seems very strange.

"Where are we going next?"

No one asked this question, Patricia and Steve looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a while.

In the following days, the garrison began to assemble and retreat to the center of Niflheim.

The strange and incomplete war did not bring much joy to everyone. In the climate of Niflheim, people would certainly rather spend their energy on food storage and hunting than war.

The way to retreat is not short, the army’s footsteps are particularly slow this time, and they occasionally set up camp on the road to hunt and hoard the grain and dried meat brought back to the main city—as if this expedition is more like a grand scale Outside hunting.

This time Patricia and Steve were at the front of the army.

To be precise, they were forced to go ahead.

On the second day of the army's return journey, a small team code-named Roaring Squad found them with Wolva's password—well, it was barely what Patricia expected.

And there are two very familiar figures in the team.

"Yo, look who this is?! Our brave Rogers! The little knight of justice from fairy tales!"

As a technical soldier, Tony no longer has the demeanor of rushing, but he still has the strength to spray venom with strange noises.

Very rare, this time even Bucky didn't speak up for Steve.

Because he was about to explode after receiving this inexplicable "escort" order to see who the "task objects" were.

Little Bean Sprouts, who knew he was wrong, was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

And Patricia, who had almost completely exposed her identity, had no room to refute. Under the escort of the Roaring Squad, they boarded the "power conversion car" invented by Tony and started their way back.

On day one, Bakitoni and Steve Patricia kicked off a cold war.

The next day, Tony, who was more talkative, couldn't hold back and started a sarcastic chat.

Day three, day four...

They were getting farther and farther away from the army, and they were getting closer and closer to the royal city.

On the fifth day, the atmosphere had turned for the better, and the Roaring Squad would talk to them about some things on the battlefield during the meal time, talking about the experience and battle scenes of the previous month.

Behind them were young people talking loudly, and Patricia sat alone on the side of the car, slowly chewing hard military biscuits.

She filtered the sounds around her with her left ear coming in and her right ear coming out, thinking about it, always feeling that something was going to happen, but she couldn't touch the tip of the tail of that thing no matter what.

"...I don't know why the faces of the Twelve Elders and the Yicheng officials were particularly bad that night, but they won't be able to tell when the meeting is held..."

"Hey, I feel that the chief guard of the southern team was also in a bad mood that day. Ashe—that's my girlfriend—she was a scout under the establishment of the southern team..."

"Okay, I know you have a girlfriend, next..."

The feeling in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

It seemed that the closer she got to the royal city, the more uneasy she felt inside, as if something terrible was about to break free from the box—in fact, it was already spinning around thinking about something.

Just like she dreamed that she was sitting in a battleship that night, looking down at the starry sky that was gradually moving away.

That Pandora's box.

"I'm going to find her..." Patricia straightened up suddenly, and she put the dry and hard pancakes on the hot car hood that was burned by the journey.

She didn't say a word, the thought passed through her mind once—as if it was just passing by casually, but she stretched out her hand and took root in her heart, and it grew more ferociously and lushly.

"Where... are you going?" Although talking and laughing, a team member who was always paying attention to this side asked aloud.

Because of his ordinary birth, his etiquette stumbled a bit awkwardly.

Patricia smiled at him calmly: "Men don't need to ask questions at this time."

The team member's ears turned red in embarrassment, and he completely forgot about etiquette and let out a "... oh".

The Roaring Squad is all men, and there are always times when it's inconvenient. It's not that Patricia has never gone out alone during the itinerary these days, so no one is suspicious.

The girl approached the woods, and under the shade of the trees, she gradually walked into the depths.

Her Frost pony was carrying her usual saddle, scratching its hooves a little restlessly.

After about 10 minutes.

"...Is it a little long?" a teammate asked hesitantly.

Bucky and Tony looked at each other, then suddenly got up and looked in different directions.

"Where is she!"

Tony shook the pancake back and hurried to the cab.

On the narrow path leading to the loop, the ice-sculpted pony walks lightly and swiftly. On the horse's back, a corner of the girl's long cape hangs obliquely, surging with the wind.