[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

After several people chatted on this topic for a while, they saw Emmanuel stand up suddenly.

He walked towards them, and the cube fragments floated beside him, following his steps automatically.

"Is there a way, Mr. Green?" Peter's eyes lit up, looking at Emmanuel expectantly.

Although the others didn't ask, they were obviously eager to know the answer.

Emanuel looked around at the expectant expressions on everyone's faces, twitched the corners of his mouth, and showed a somewhat forced smile: "Not for now...I'll think of a way."

Although it was hard to hide his disappointment, Peter still forced a smile and said, "It's okay, let's find a way together."

"Sorry to bother you." Emanuel glanced back at Tony, who was still sleeping soundly, and said softly, "He will trouble you first."

"This is what we should do." Dr. Banner said quickly.

It was dusk when we left.

Emmanuel walked out of the base while thinking.

He actually wanted to stay by Tony's side all the time, but he also knew that this kind of company was meaningless, and if he wanted to find a way to save him, he had to do his best to find the answer.

Just as he was about to leave, someone called him from behind.

"Emanuel!"

He turned his head and saw that it was Steve who was wearing casual clothes and sunglasses and hurried out.

Emanuel stopped, watched Steve running up to him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Steve looked at Emmanuel's strange blue eyes, he was at a loss for words, and after a pause, he said, "It's been a long time since I saw you, and I want to treat you to dinner."

Emanuel paused for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

"Take my car?" Steve tossed the car keys in his hand, and pointed to the car parked not far away.

Um?Have bought a car?It seems that Steve is really getting better and better at adapting.

The corners of Emanuel's mouth curled up slightly: "Well..."

The two soon came to a well-known restaurant.

The consumption level of the restaurant is relatively high, and it is relatively remote, so there are not many customers in the restaurant, so the two found a quiet corner and sat down, chatting while waiting for the food.

They said they were chatting, but it was actually Steve who was talking most of the time.

He very succinctly told Emmanuel what had happened in these years from the perspective of the Avengers.

Especially about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, Steve knew that these guys were the root cause of the tragedy that happened to Emanuel.

But to his surprise, Emanuel didn't seem to care about it. After hearing the ending of Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., he just nodded calmly without making any further comments, as if he was listening to a Stories that have nothing to do with themselves.

"You haven't changed much," Emanuel said after hearing the story of the 15 years.

"I have been injected with serum, and my physique is quite special." Steve understood that there was no change in appearance, "You have not changed either."

Emanuel did not correct his understanding, but shook his head: "For me, these 15 years are just a matter of closing and opening my eyes."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he could really bring you back..." Steve sighed.

Emanuel knew that they misunderstood his resurrection because of Tony's snapping fingers, but he didn't intend to explain it. He took a sip of the champagne in the glass, sighed and said, "So I should..."

Bring him back.

Probably seeing Emmanuel's depression, Steve didn't know how to comfort this person who had been out of touch with the world for 15 years, he knew what it felt like, and...

Perhaps he is the only person in the world who can understand this feeling.

That feeling of waking up and everything has changed.

The former comrades-in-arms have become photos in the museum, the former lover is old, the world is still the same, but it is so strange that it seems that he has never been here.

"Everything will be fine." He could only reassure.After all, time heals everything, as long as it lasts long enough.

The two chatted for a long time, during which Emmanuel drank a whole bottle of champagne slowly while chatting.

Steve expressed shock: "Are you such a good drinker?"

Doesn't that seem right?When he was working as Emanuel's security guard, his assistant Coffey deliberately told him that the boss's drinking capacity was very poor, so he must be wary of any alcohol products, and he must not be allowed to touch high-alcohol alcohol.

However... After drinking the whole bottle of champagne, he didn't blush or breathe, just like drinking a bottle of Coke.

Emanuel smiled: "Get drunk if you want to, and don't get drunk if you don't want to."

"Strange is right, you are indeed very different from before." Steve sighed, but he didn't have much thought about this phenomenon.

After all, in the chat just now, he had already confirmed that Emanuel was still Emanuel.

No matter how much a person goes through, some of his temperament will never change.

"He's right." Emanuel lowered his eyes and said softly.

"I'll pay the bill first." Steve stood up and said, "Wait for me a moment."

"Okay." Emanuel was not polite to Steve either. He knew that he was not short of money now, but he was the one who just jumped out of the sea.

Except for two twenty-dollar bills that have been in the sea for 15 years in his pocket, he is almost penniless.

Just as he was about to finish the last sip of champagne in the wine glass, he suddenly tilted his head, as if he was listening to something, his expression gradually became serious.

Then he gently put the wine glass in his hand back on the table, and disappeared in place in a flash.

The warehousing and transportation route behind the restaurant is in a path that only transport vehicles can pass through.

Emmanuel swayed slightly, and appeared out of nowhere in the blind spot of the light under the street lamp.He raised his eyes and looked towards the end of the alley.

There were two people who were facing each other.

"You, calm down!" A young man who looked less than 30 years old covered his face with cold sweat, raised his hands under the dim streetlight, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't be impulsive!"

On the opposite side of him, a man who looked about 50 or [-] years old was holding a gun high, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the young man. He shouted: "Calm down? Calm down? It's all your fault, it's all your fault, because you , all this is ruined!"

"Wait, Bob, what happened? We can talk!" The young man's face was pale, obviously frightened.

"Why did you come back?" Bob's face became even more ugly, as livid as a dead man under the dim streetlights, "It's good that you just disappeared, the past five years... I've had a better life than any other year in the past five years Everything will be fine, and when you come back, everything will be ruined immediately, everything will be ruined!"

"Calm down, put down the gun, tell me what dissatisfaction you have with me? I will change it!"

Seeing Bob's crazy appearance, the young man trembled with fright.

"What do you know?" Bob said in a daze, "I've been working in this restaurant for 20 years... 20 years, and the meals I cook are no worse than yours, just because you are the nephew of the boss.

So you got all the resources directly when you came, and blocked all my ways to go up...

Originally, I was about to take the position of the head chef, but once you came back, all this was in vain!

How good it is for you to just disappear like this, I, who is almost half a century old, can still be crushed by a fledgling boy, and I will never turn over in my life! "

At the end, he almost shouted: "The resources in this world are too few, why do you come back and fight with us!"

The young man was about to break out in cold sweat: "I... this is not my intention, I will tell my uncle to let him..."

"It's too late..." Bob's finger holding the trigger slowly tightened, "I can't let you leave here alive, or I'll be over..."

"Bob, don't do this! Please!" The young man's legs were weak, and he took two steps back and hit the wall of the alley, and he collapsed on the ground against the wall.

Bob closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger hard.

But the imagined gunshots and recoil did not come.

Bob froze for a moment, opened his eyes and looked at the gun in his hand.

The gun looked fine.

Unwilling to give up, Bob fired a few more shots at the young man, but nothing happened, as if all the bullets had been stolen.

"How come... I clearly remember..." Bob broke out in a cold sweat.

"Are you looking for these things?" A clear voice sounded behind him.

Bob was taken aback for a moment, then immediately turned around and pointed the gun in his hand at the visitor.

Emanuel stood only about 20 meters away from him, holding several semi-automatic pistol bullets in his hand.

"You... what are you doing?!" Bob was stunned.

Emanuel threw the bullets to Bob's feet, and said casually to the young man who collapsed on the ground: "It seems that not everyone welcomes us dead people back... right?"

The young man narrowly escaped death, but he still nodded numbly.

Bob glanced at the bullets under his feet, then at the two people who were talking, gritted his teeth, picked up the bullets at a very fast speed, quickly stuffed them into the magazine, and raised the gun again.

Only this time, he aimed at Emanuel.

Emanuel has countless methods and countless opportunities to prevent him from picking up the bullet, but he just watched him finish all this with cold eyes, and then faced the black hole of the gun, those blue eyes were at this moment It seemed darker than the surrounding night.

"Shoot..." he said calmly.

Bob was trembling all over. He looked into the cold blue eyes of the other party, and the unspeakable fear engulfed him like a black tide.

But he couldn't control his trembling hands at all, and couldn't control those hands to pull the trigger as if bewitched.

"boom!"

The sub pops out of the chamber.

He was panting heavily, and his whole body was about to be drenched in cold sweat. He seemed to have collapsed after shooting, and staggered back two steps.

The bullet seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it turned into powder before it touched Emanuel's body.

Bob's eyes widened.

The evening wind passed through the narrow alleys, bringing up the dust on the ground, rising like smoke under the moonlight.

Emmanuel closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to pour out all the gloomy, confused, and sad emotions in his heart.

"Emanuel!" At this moment, a familiar voice came, and Steve called his name not far away, "Are you okay!"

He had just rushed over when he heard the gunshots.

Emanuel looked back at Steve, smiled at him, and said, "It's okay, but...you may need to get busy."

After speaking, he looked back at Bob one last time.

Bob just glanced at that look, and then fell limply to the ground.

He knew what that look meant.

It was the look in the eyes of an insignificant ant that was lucky enough to save its life.