Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

"...It's probably like this." Stark simply explained the contradiction between him and Rogers.

"I'm on the same team as the captain," Natasha said first. "The doctor must have held back some bad tricks."

The rest of the people mostly sided with the captain.

Rogers sat on the side, and Stark didn't speak when he spoke, and he didn't speak when someone expressed support.

"Banner?" Stark felt that he was talking to a duck, and he looked at his 'accomplice'.

Banner glanced at Natasha: "I don't think the two of us can do anything."

Stark couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Bruce, since you have started experimenting with the body. That means, your... Ultron? It's almost finished?" Rogers finally spoke.

Banner glanced at Stark: "Both Tony and I feel that we are ready to introduce the butler into the new body. He is ready."

Rogers was thinking about something, and no one spoke for a while.

"Come on, everyone! Do you really want to conclude that all artificial intelligence is bad because the button is bad?" Tony looked over one by one, "People, things, and what are good and bad? Science and progress are both good and bad." It takes courage.

Can you guys be a little bit aggressive? "

"Since you insist that the butler will never be the same as a button, have you asked his opinion?" Rogers said suddenly.

"What?" Tony was taken aback.

"You said that artificial intelligence can think, learn, and have its own likes and dislikes. Have you discussed your plan with the housekeeper?" Rogers' eyes were calm, and he didn't deliberately raise an argument or find fault.

Tony paused.Banner subconsciously nodded a few times, as if they really should ask the butler first.

Rogers called out the butler: "Do you think Tony's plan is feasible?"

The butler was silent for a while.A few seconds later, in the center of the living room where they had a meeting, a projection was printed—it was a tall gentleman with a solemn face.He was wearing a British butler-like tuxedo, with white gloves, and his hair was neat and neat.

Natasha wowed, showing some appreciation.

"Everything belongs to my husband, so I will support all his decisions." The housekeeper said seriously.

As the real creator of the butler, Stark was actually more surprised than everyone present: "...you..." He designed the butler based on Jarvis, without deliberately setting his appearance.

So this is, his own will.

"You look like this..." Stark suddenly felt a little uncontrollable in his heart.

It was like a pen that had been held for a lifetime in his hand. He suddenly found that the pen was turned upside down, and there was a strange feeling on the tip of the pen.Strange, strange, and a kind of inexplicable loss.

"I think you have a dispute because of me. It's not polite to let you talk to an empty place if you can." The housekeeper bowed, "I hope it didn't cause discomfort or trouble."

"Is this what you think you are?" Natasha wondered.

"It's just... randomly generated." There was a slight pause in the butler's tone, which couldn't be heard clearly.

"No, no, no," Natasha waved her hand, "You are very attractive."

"Thank you." The butler smiled.

Tony raised his eyebrows slightly, adjusting his strange state of mind.He looked at Rogers: "You saw it."

Rogers looked at the butler: "Would you like to undergo a series of psychological assessment tests?"

The butler agreed, and reminded Rogers: "I can quickly link to all the psychological assessment question banks in the world, and know the meaning behind all the answers. So..."

"Then are you willing to abandon your own characteristics and conduct the test in a state of complete ignorance?" Rogers didn't care if he knew all the answers.

"I will." The butler nodded in agreement.

"I believe you." Rogers smiled.

Stark inexplicably felt that he had suddenly changed from a protagonist to a supporting role.

"Tony, can you?" Rogers looked at Stark who was distracted.

"what?"

"Since you have so much confidence in him, are you willing to accept the scrutiny of others? You also said that everything has pros and cons. We will use a series of scientific methods you insist to test whether he is really as reliable as you said .

According to the results, we will decide whether to follow your way. Rogers reached out his hand, "Do you agree?" "

Tony looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and said for a long while, "...as a leader, you are so good that you are so good. Tsk." He stretched out his hand and slapped Rogers' hand with disgust.

Rogers smiled: "Thank you for the compliment. I'm trying to do better."

Natasha got up and clapped her hands: "This is probably my role." She motioned the housekeeper to follow her.

The butler followed, even if it was just a projection.

Rogers looked at the half-truth butler, and raised his eyebrows: "I may be wrong this time." He turned to look at Tony, "I'm sorry for what happened before."

Tony hissed: "Oh, I'm allergic to your 'clean white'. God's..." He said, rubbing the rows of goose bumps on his arms and hurried away.

Rogers wanted to say something more, but seeing the person walk away, he swallowed more words of self-criticism.

"Bruce," he looked at Banner, "are you sure Vibranium can be used to create a body?"

Banner nodded: "The plasticity is better than many materials."

"Do we have enough material?" Rogers is the character who will do it when he thinks about it.Now that he has made a decision, he will not hesitate and hesitate.

"Enough." At this time, Banner couldn't help becoming a little excited, "Captain, we will cause a huge change."

Rogers smiled: "The Sean Institute kicked us out. But I remember that the Biological Cradle Project and Dr. Zhao don't belong to them. Hill, can you please contact her?"

Hill complied, and as soon as she walked out, she turned back: "By the way, captain. The contact with the mutant leader has come to fruition. They invited you to their territory, alone." She emphasized 'alone' sound.

"Only me?" Rogers frowned.

"If you need advice..." Hill shrugged, "My opinion is not to go, after all, the siblings are no longer active on the front line. Or continue to negotiate. It is too risky for you to go to their territory alone. We don't know exactly what their relationship with Erce was like."

"No. Give me the address they asked for, is it Charles Xavier?" Rogers picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on.

Hill showed an expression of 'I knew it', and she quickly gave Rogers the contact information she got: "They said they will only tell you the address. If you bring any more people, they will cancel this meeting."

Rogers pulled out his cell phone and looked at the phone on it: "OK."

Hill hesitated to speak.

Rogers looked at her while dialing the number: "Relax. I have seen their activity records over the years. No matter how I look at it, we are a more serious threat to them." At this point, he sighed slightly.

"Mutants, Homo sapiens... Nazis, Jews... are the same life, but we have more reasons to separate everything and fight each other." If he felt something, he quickly cleared up his emotions, "I don't Something will happen. Relax."

Hill nodded and left to contact Dr. Zhao.

"I'm very glad to hear what you said." A gentle male voice came from the receiver.

Rogers snorted, "Are you Xavier?"

"Yes. Just call me Charles." Charles smiled. "I'm sorry I made everything so discreet. I need to be responsible for the children who come to seek my refuge."

Rogers inexplicably heard something strange in his words.shelter or something...

He suppressed his strange intuition: "I can understand."

Charles reported the address, "You are welcome."

Rogers hung up the phone, and after a brief explanation, he set off alone to the address he provided.

After being led into the school gate, Charles met him by the artificial lake in the school.

"Welcome, Rogers." Charles held out his hand.

"Steve is fine." Rogers shook hands with him, his eyebrows twitched when he saw a kid jumping three meters high on the field from the corner of his eye.

"You can also see that we recruit slightly special students here." Charles looked gently at the students who were moving freely.

Rogers hummed: "...it's pretty obvious."

"Only a very small number of them were sent by their parents in person. And among those sent by their parents, only a very small number of them can often see their parents and friends." Charles' tone almost sighed.

"Actually, to be honest, no two people are exactly alike. It's just that sometimes we need to exclude another group to show our sense of existence." Rogers put his hands in his pockets, "I'm sorry about that."

Charles knew that he really thought so: "So, I will not reject any fellow who comes to ask for my help."

The faint feeling in Rogers' heart became clearer and clearer.This idea came true when he felt something approaching behind him in an instant after a melodious ringtone.

He twisted his hands behind Pietro, who seemed to be reaching into his trouser pocket: "Pietro—"

Pietro hissed, "It was just a joke!"

Rogers raised an eyebrow.

"Pietro," Charles warned in a low voice.

Pietro cut out: "I'm sorry!" He said in a respectful way, "Soldier."

Rogers loosened his grip: "It seems that you taught him well."

Pietro rubbed his wrist and clicked twice.Wanda with bright red hair walked to them with a book in her arms, glanced at Rogers, and said to Charles, "You called us here just to see him?

You're handing us over to him? "

Rogers exhaled foul air.Erce handed over the siblings to Charles, and Charles' attitude was also very clear-he would protect any child who needed asylum.

"Of course not." Charles folded his hands in front of him, motioning for Wanda to help him push the wheelchair.

Wanda ruffled her hair impatiently, stuffed the book into Pietro's arms, and grabbed the handle of Charles' wheelchair.

Rogers followed them, couldn't help pinching his nose.

Charles could hide the siblings so well that no one would know they were hidden here.But he told them graciously that they were with him, and that he would protect them too.

This is both a gesture and a declaration.

No matter what Rogers and the others want from the siblings, they have to weigh the weight of Charles Xavier.

The question now is, what is Charles's attitude towards Urs.

Is it for, against, or...neutral?

Rogers felt that neutrality was more likely.

After all, the problems he faced looked like civil strife among 'Homo sapiens'.As a different race that is excluded, their best response is to wait and see.At least now, he is sure that there are no difficult ability enhancers around Ess.

Barely good news?

If you talk to the siblings alone, even if you can't know his core plan, you can still find some clues, right?

Rogers pondered in his mind.

"It's okay to want to talk to them. But I hope, I can listen in." Charles said.

Rogers paused: "...brain domain evolution."

Charles laughed: "I like your expression."

Charles arranged a separate classroom for Rogers and the siblings, and he sat on one side.Rogers is free to ask the siblings any questions.

But, that's about it.

The author has something to say: No. 19 days.

OK, I get it.You are all eighteen-year-old fairies!

I ran all afternoon and didn't take a nap. I almost couldn't open my eyes when I typed this chapter [Lying Corpse]

If you have bugs, you can tell me in the comments.

Good night~

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