[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

Peter followed his line of sight, and also looked down at his left calf.

With some embarrassment, he hid the part of the metal prosthesis behind his right leg, scratched his head and said, "Oh, this... This is what Tony made for me,? An enhanced version of the third-generation mechanical spider leg!"

There was even some flaunting in his tone.

...but what's there to show off?The first action he obviously made subconsciously was to hide the amputated prosthesis in front of Rorschach.

Rorschach clenched his palms.

His face was so pale that it almost became transparent, he turned his eyes away from Peter's legs, he didn't want to poke those bloody wounds anymore, he changed the subject and said, "Do you really have to ask for an angel beast's signature? ? Peter?"

"Uh—what? Oh,? Signature, no,? I don't want an autograph—no, no, no,? I want an autograph, but I didn't come to see you for an autograph!" Peter spoke quickly to himself and himself Bickering, after saying "no" several times in a row,? Only then did he realize that Rorschach was joking with him.

"..." He had a sad expression on his face. The guilt in his heart had been weighing heavily on him these past few years, almost making him unable to breathe.

He sat down on a chair next to the hospital bed, dejected, "I just wanted to apologize to you...I'm sorry,? I hurt you in Gotham. It was because Killer Crocodile kidnapped a New York Doctor,? I chased him to Gotham to save the doctor—”

...The scene of the angel beast falling in the alley? It has been his nightmare for a long time.

The white wings are like dissipated butterflies, scattered in the entire black sky.

The angel fell into the abyss, but still stretched out a hand for help to him.

And he didn't even hold him back.

None of the spider threads that were shot out in vain held the falling angel.

—How ridiculous, he can use spider silk to hold a bus that fell off the Brooklyn Bridge, but he couldn't hold a falling angel.

Peter watched the angel beast disappear in the light, revealing a familiar face that he dared not identify.

He was in total panic and didn't know what he was doing.He never imagined that the Angel Beast he admired the most was already by his side.

He didn't do anything to help, he could only watch the Batmobile roar away, and then sat on the ground in a daze.

By the time he saw Rorschach for the first time, it was already his funeral.

He was taken by Tony to attend his funeral, at a loss, with unprecedented guilt and despair.

When Superman was crazy and wanted to dig out the coffin that had just been buried, he stepped forward with everyone to stop him. His spider silk entangled Superman's hand, but was torn off by Superman.

Superman turned, eyes scarlet, on the verge of madness.

He inexplicably felt an unspeakable shock, and couldn't help taking a step back.

Since then, everything has changed.

Everything is getting worse, each day is worse than the day before.

During a certain period of time, he had doubted himself countless times and questioned himself, if as long as he grabbed the angel that fell in front of him, everything would not happen later?

Could it be that Angelbeast doesn't fall as long as he doesn't go to Gotham that day?

Peter didn't know the real answer.

He is also afraid of knowing the answer.

The young man with soft brown hair covered his forehead dejectedly, shrugged his shoulders, as if he was about to cry.

Rorschach blinked.

He asked puzzledly: "What do you have to apologize for?"

Peter was very surprised. He lowered his hands and looked at him with wide eyes: "Could it be that I caused you...to be, to be killed by a killer crocodile..."

Rorschach frowned.He pondered for a moment, then deliberated: "You don't think... Killer Crocodile can seriously injure me like that!"

As if he heard something incredible, he raised his eyebrows and waved to the young man: "Come here."

Peter obediently pulled down the chair, slid a dozen centimeters towards him, and got close to him, but Rorschach patted his palm: "You really look down on me, do you really think a killer crocodile can hurt me?!"

Peter subconsciously withdrew his hand, raised his head in panic, but fell into Rorschach's pair of blue eyes.

...the blue eyes were as beautiful as a sea of ​​stars.

Peter fell into his vast ocean for a moment, dumbfounded, unable to speak any words.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Luo Xia stared into the young man's bright eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't tell me what you're sorry about, can't I sign it for you?"

Peter Parker: "I'm not..."

"Got it, got it, I'll sign it, and I'll sign it right away." Rorschach waved his hand at him helplessly. He turned over and asked Steve for a pen and paper, "Can I sign it?"

Steve straightened him up with some concern, "Rorschach, your hand—"

Oh.

Rorschach looked down at his hands, each finger was covered with white gauze. —he couldn't hold the pen in that hand and sign Peter.

Rorschach laughed dryly.

"It may be a while before I sign your autograph, Peter."

He deliberately didn't mention everything that happened, but only pretended to say that they were still the same as they were back then.

But obviously, those things are already so far away that they seem to have happened in the last lifetime.

Peter felt uncomfortable. He stretched his arms and said with difficulty: "That, that's okay. You can sign after it's convenient for you..."

He quickly glanced at Rorschach, not daring to look any further, and looked back, only to feel his heart beating like a drum.

He stood up suddenly, the blades of the metal spider legs closed slightly, covering the part of the bracket that had just been stretched out, with a slightly flustered expression, "I'm going first! I suddenly remembered that there are still things..."

"Peter?" Steve looked at him suspiciously.

Ever since he brought Rorschach back, Peter has been guarding outside the ward. Even when the medical staff were operating on Rorschach, Peter insisted on waiting outside the operating room. Why didn't he say a few words now? Looking for an excuse to leave?

Peter didn't explain much, his eyes were evasive, he hurriedly said "I'm leaving" to Rorschach, and then turned and left the ward.

Steve couldn't even shout at him.

Luo Xia looked calm, and said softly: "Let him go." His eyelashes drooped, casting a furry shadow on his face, "Captain, I want to see Batman."

Steve paused for a moment, as if he was weighing something, his hands stopped in the air, and he said slowly, "You should rest for a while."

"I'm fine," Rorschach insisted, "I have to go see him."

Steve, who was already a stubborn old popsicle in others' mouths, finally found someone who was even more stubborn than him.

He couldn't resist Rorschach, so he could only sigh, helped Rorschach get up from the bed, helped him put on the light white hospital gown that was easy to take off, and took him to the treatment room where Batman was.

This is currently the largest underground base of the Rebel Army. It was originally a lead mine buried more than 1000 meters below the Pacific Ocean. After several years of continuous transformation, it has become a large refuge that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Although the layout here is simple, every corner is laid with heavy lead-layer partitions, there is basically no decoration, only exposed wires and life-support devices, but fortunately, the facilities are complete and the layout is meticulous. After Iron Man and Bat The outer defense layer jointly designed by Xia is enough to confuse Superman's perspective, making it impossible for him to find this underground base in the vast sea.

His ward and the intensive care unit where Batman is located are separated by a whole corridor. The lights in the corridor are dim, and although the ground is dry, the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant and salty sea water.

On both sides of the entire corridor, there are crowded temporary wards.

The windows in each ward are very narrow, and some even have no windows that let light out, only temporarily installed blast doors.There are also many people squatting outside the corridor. They are more or less painted, or have plaster casts on their arms, or are hanging infusion bottles.

In this medical area, fractures and the like can only be regarded as minor injuries.Due to the shortage of medical supplies, in order to give medical resources to those who need them more, most people in the base can only rely on the body's self-healing mechanism to endure most of the pain and illness.

...Here is the real rear of the battlefield on this planet.

Rorschach followed behind Steve with a calm expression, all the way through the corridor to Batman's intensive care unit.

His hair is black and smooth, and his facial features are balanced and symmetrical. Although his body is thin and thin, the skin exposed outside the hospital gown is delicate and clean, even the joints are light pink, and his ankles are even more slender and delicate. It looks like I have never suffered.

...It's like those rich sons who were born well before the war and never saw any suffering or unbearable. They will only spend the rest of their lives leisurely.

His appearance seemed a bit out of place in this area. Several soldiers sitting on the ground raised their heads and looked at him secretly.

Rorschach didn't make a sound. He walked behind Steve, looked at each ward seriously, and kept all the pain and suffering in his heart.

A tall, blond warrior walked towards them.

He was wearing a faded camouflage jacket, with a strong chest, his shoulders and arms were vaguely exposed under the shirt, and his muscular lines were revealed. He had a narrow waist and long legs, and he was full of heroism.

Behind him were a dozen or so men who were also looking around with their eyes. All of them were tall and strong, and their steps were steady and powerful when they walked. Rorschach could tell at a glance that this group of people should be soldiers who had received professional military training.

His gaze was unconsciously placed on the face of the blond man in the lead, and suddenly his pupils shrank slightly.

He stopped in his tracks, looked at the blond warrior's face in surprise and uncertainty, and asked aloud, "Are you...Whitney?"

The blond soldier who had just saluted Steve was taken aback for a moment.

Then he shifted his gaze to Rorschach, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "... Rorschach Leonard?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-25?23:29:33~2021-05-26?23:59:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Lingdong has come, ZERO? 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Han and Pie, unnamed? 10 bottles; holding soy sauce, bowed their heads and walked away. ?5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!