[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Information, they just want information, even if it's bad, it's better than nothing.

"Tony, you should take a break." Natasha persuaded, she was sitting on the other side of the sofa, her red hair was a little frizzy, "You can't waste your energy."

"Yes, Mr. Stark, you should rest, you have been working for several days." Peter also persuaded.

He comes over every day after school, and even stays directly at the base on weekends.

Mei asked him what happened, but he always smiled and didn't answer. Maybe Mei could see that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't ask again after asking a few times.

Everyone will behave strangely and stiffly during these days.

"But can I rest?" Tony asked back, coughing a few times, "Even if I go to rest, it won't have any effect."

"Nightmare haunts me in my sleep."

Natasha and Peter were silent, and Tony was right, not having a good rest at all.

Not only him, which one of them rested?Sleep is only for survival, and any sound can wake them up.

The abyss of sleep is deeper than reality.

"...But you should rest." Natasha said after a moment of silence, "You can't collapse first, can you?"

Tony smiled self-deprecatingly, noncommittal.

There was silence again in the hall.

In fact, two weeks after the incident, everyone returned to normal-here refers to the normality of not devoting all their energy to searching.

The world still needs them a lot, and they have to 'recover' anyway, it's impossible to focus on one thing only.

Even Tony, he's slowed down a bit and hasn't searched around the clock.

The light of hope gradually dissipated, and darkness shrouded everyone's heart.

Sometimes when he catches a change, Tony will still cheer up and search carefully, but the result is already expected in his heart.

After all, so many times, I hope to be disappointed again and repeat this process over and over again.

Can it really be found?

Really?Really?

This question lingers in the minds of everyone who cares about the little girl.

"Sir." Jarvis's voice sounded abruptly, his tone rose extremely, and anyone present could hear the shock in his tone.

"What?" Tony asked lightly, not paying much attention to the change in Jarvis' tone.

"Miss Mo Sheng is outside the door."

"Oh... um?"

Tony responded habitually, and only after thinking about it did he realize what the words he heard meant: "The little girl is outside the door? Really???"

He stood up directly, clutching the corner of the sofa, his eyes filled with complicated expressions.

Although Tony was asking back, he believed it when Jarvis said it, and Jarvis would not say this for no reason.

"Yes." Jarvis confirmed again, "Miss Mo Sheng suddenly appeared outside the door, and she should be teleported back through the space gem."

Natasha was also relieved at this time, she opened her mouth wide and couldn't help muttering: "This is really..."

Suddenly, too suddenly, just like when Mo Sheng disappeared, her appearance was also unexpected by everyone.

Joy and surprise occupied the brain, making people lose the ability to speak for a while.

"Go and find her, Peter—" Tony clapped his hands, and subconsciously turned to talk to Peter, but just as he said his name, he found that the person had disappeared.

"Sir, Mr. Parker ran out after I finished speaking." Jarvis explained in a timely manner, "He is talking to Miss Mason now."

Tony and Natasha looked at each other and nodded understandingly at the same time.

"Let's talk to the two children for a while." Then Tony said again, without rushing out of the base, "This time should belong to them."

They were anxious and anxious about the girl, but the deepest one belonged to Peter—

Because they love each other.

Peter's heart skipped a beat after hearing Jarvis's words, and he subconsciously got up and ran towards the gate.

His brain hasn't reacted yet, but his body has already made the choice for him.

There was no way he could have hesitated about it.

Jarvis will not lie, Mo Sheng is back, she is back.

This was the only thought on Peter's mind at the moment.

The girl he loves is back.

Peter ran quickly, through doors and corridors.

Walking through this extremely short and extremely long distance.

The grass in front of the gate of the base is shrouded in sunlight, and the glass windows here have always been adjusted to be transparent, and it looks like a road leading to the light from the shadows behind.

At the end of the road is the sun.

For Peter, this way was also the way to the light.His girl is his sun, who came back after being missing for a month, how can this road of reunion not be full of sunshine?

The door opened automatically, and he rushed out.

He was finally able to see Mo Sheng again.

The girl was still wearing the red dress, her back was facing the sun, and she seemed to be glowing with a faint golden light-Peter knew that should be the sun's factor, but he just felt that the girl was shining.

In front of the eyes, in the heart, in reality, in the soul, she is shining.

Her presence dispelled all the haze.

All the helpless wandering pain and despair of these days are gone and dusty souls start dancing to celebrate the sun shining again.

Joy, this is a joy that is unparalleled in the past, and it is also a joy that will be unparalleled in the future.

A long time later, when Peter recalls it again, he will feel that the joy at this moment is so clear. It can cross the torrent of time, ignore the erosion of history, and pass on this precious emotion forever.

However, when running to a distance of more than one meter away from Mo Sheng, Peter stopped.

He suddenly felt afraid, afraid that this was just a real phantom.

Fear is like the sea under a storm, rolling wildly and beating the shore violently.

These days, he has fantasized too many times. As soon as he pushes the door, he can see the girl outside the door. The girl smiled and said to him that I am back, and I have always been here.

But every time he stretched out his hand to touch the girl's figure would always disappear, and only then did Peter realize in a daze that this was all his fantasy and that his girl hadn't come back.

It was a bubble that glowed brilliantly in the sun, beautiful and fragile, and only needed a light touch.

So Peter stretched out his hand, but didn't touch Mo Sheng, his voice revealed caution and panic. : "Mo Sheng..."

He really didn't dare to touch it, if it was fake it would be fine.

The complex emotions for many days have made Peter unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

He needs something to wake him up.

"It's me, Peter." Mo Sheng tilted his head and smiled softly.

The girl saw what Peter was thinking, so she hugged Peter directly, and repeated forcefully, "It's me, Peter."

"I'm really back."

Many thoughts flooded Peter's mind, but in the end he could only pat Mo Sheng on the shoulder: "It's good that I'm back, it's good that I'm back."

What else could he say?Excitement and joy made him retain only the most instinctive communication, and only the most instinctive communication can fully express his emotions.

All language seems so useless at this moment.

Peter felt some moisture on his shoulders, and he knew that Mo Sheng was crying, so he comforted him: "Don't cry, everything is fine, we are all here, and we all care about you."

He didn't expect Mo Sheng to cry even louder after he finished speaking, as if she had finally found comfort, she burst into tears: "I miss you, I miss you so much..."

The girl kept repeating this sentence: "I miss you so much, Peter, I'm so..."

Peter knew that Mo Sheng's mood was very unstable at this time, and he gave up wanting to ask what happened, but turned to comfort him seriously, with a gentle voice: "I miss you too, we meet again, it's okay, I Here we are all here."

"No one leaves, everyone will stay with you."

He thought he would cry, but he didn't expect that he could control it. After feeling Mo Sheng's tears, he didn't have the mood to cry—the girl must have endured a lot, and if he showed too much sadness, it would definitely make her sadder.

It can only be that the less concerned you are, the better, and the more relaxed you are, the better.

Come on, Peter, use your humor to lighten the mood.

……

Ah, the humor function seems to have failed. Really, why did it fail at the critical moment.

Mo Sheng held Peter and cried for a long time, and it took a long time to calm down.

After calming down, she shyly let go of her hand and moved a little further away.

"Sorry, Peter," she said, "I just—"

"It's okay." Peter interrupted Mo Sheng, not letting her say any words of self-blame, "You don't have to say sorry to me, I should be the one to say sorry to you."

Sorry for putting you through this, sorry for not being there to help you when you called for someone, sorry for making you so desperate and sad.

Mo Sheng's eyes were red, and she was sobbing from time to time. She wanted to say a lot to Peter, but joy and relaxation filled her brain and heart, and she couldn't form her words well.

"I miss you so much." She still said this, and after she finished speaking, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "I'm very glad that we can meet again."

"This is the happiest time for me."

Peter stepped forward, held Mo Sheng's hand, and said firmly: "This will never happen again, Mo Sheng, I will protect you."

"I swear, I promise."

Mo Sheng paused for a moment, and then showed a big smile. Tears flowed from his eyes, but everyone could see that it was a happy smile.

It's nothing more than crying with joy.

"Peter." The girl whispered the boy's name, and all the surging emotions were expressed in one sentence.

"I love you."

Then she collapsed to the ground.

Peter watched Mo Sheng's body fall in astonishment, his brain turned from joy to blankness again, he didn't have time to think, he just stretched out his hand to barely support Mo Sheng's body.

Only then did he notice that there were many wounds, large and small, on Mo Sheng's body, and her left hand was still soft, and it was almost possible to deduce that it was a fracture without thinking.There was also a deep wound on the girl's forehead.

The author has something to say:

*It’s so awkward, I think I’m too good at writing emotional scenes

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