[comprehensive] tin can girlfriend

"It's so small." Wanda had never observed the baby seriously, so she reached out and touched the baby's delicate skin carefully.She watched in amazement that the skin was sunken, and then slowly turned back to round. She turned her head and gestured to Jasmine: "It feels amazing to grow from such a small child to our age."

Jasmine glanced at the baby. Although she didn't see any flush on her cheeks, she still told Wanda, "There are a lot of bacteria on your hands, and the baby's skin is very sensitive, so don't touch her too often."

Frightened, Wanda folded her hands and lay on the crib curiously looking at her sleeping face.Barton walked over and picked up the baby skillfully from the bed, shaking the diaper with his hands naturally, looking like a good dad.

Natasha and Jasmine put all their things on the sofa and sat on the chairs by the bar to chat.Natasha looked at the red wine placed in the cabinet, and began to make some calculations in her heart.

Wherever Barton moved the baby, Wanda's eyes followed.Button felt a little funny: "It's actually not that difficult. Do you want to hug me?"

"Think." Wanda stood beside Button, at a loss as to where to start, "But I'm afraid."

"Leave your arms flat, that's it." Barton carefully corrected Wanda's posture little by little before he dared to put the baby in her arms. "Relax your elbows a little, otherwise it will make the baby feel uncomfortable."

Even his fingertips were so stiff that he couldn't move, Wanda withdrew his hand in a daze. Just then, the little man in his arms opened his eyes and looked at Wanda curiously.After Wanda met Shang's big round eyes, she hugged them more cautiously, for fear of doing something wrong.

The baby babbled and stretched out her short hand towards Wanda, quite determined not to give up until she reached her goal, and Wanda could feel her legs beating non-stop.

"She wants to do it..." Wanda could only ask Barton for help. When she turned her head, she didn't notice that the red hair fell into the baby's hands and was tightly held.Pulling down her hand, Wanda didn't finish her sentence, and immediately wailed: "My hair, it hurts!"

Speaking of the pain, Wanda dared not move her arms, and tilted her head to let the baby grab the hair and stuff it into her mouth.

Barton shook his head with a smile, and gently carried the baby back into his arms. Wanda hurriedly pulled out her hair, and rubbed her sore scalp with a bitter face.

"Has the professor's opinion of Wanda changed?" Natasha looked at Jasmine who smiled unconsciously when she saw this scene, and asked softly, "Wanda's abilities have been well controlled, at least the objects around her are not Levitating on its own, that's progress."

Jasmine sighed: "The professor told me a few days ago that I should keep a close eye on Wanda and not let her use her abilities indiscriminately. But ever since Wanda found out that I was kidnapped, she wanted to follow me and said she wanted to protect me. What can I do."

Natasha raised her eyebrows and toasted Jasmine.

"Just now in the car, I wanted to say that Wanda is not suitable for joining the Avengers." Jasmine took a sip of her drink, "I am very concerned about her nonchalant attitude."

"You're too cautious." Natasha withdrew her gaze to the kitchen, "Talented people are always prone to the shortcomings of pretentiousness. Wanda's ability is outstanding, and she is a bit indifferent than her peers. It's a big problem. Let her be in the Avengers The alliance may be able to change Wanda's casual heart."

Jasmine did not let go of her promise.

Natasha glanced at the name of the red wine out of the corner of her eyes. She lowered her voice and changed the subject, "I have a small goal. How about we drink that bottle of red wine from Barton today?"

Following Natasha's line of sight, Jasmine saw the time on the label of the red wine, and was speechless: "Button will definitely not agree, even if he agrees, he won't let us drink the whole bottle."

"You two are playing tricks again?" Barton's figure suddenly appeared at the corner, and he walked into the counter to wash his hands while speaking.After receiving the inexplicably enthusiastic gazes from Jasmine and Natasha, Barton looked at them with his hand, "What do you want to drink?"

Jasmine and Natasha exchanged glances.

"Barton, our colleague for so many years..." Natasha just started the routine, but was interrupted indifferently by Barton.

Button turned around and poured a glass of water for each of them: "I think you two can drink water, but you can skip the red wine."

"You buy red wine just to drink it, so could it be because it looks good here?" Jasmine protested. "I have to open the bottle anyway, why not open it today."

"When you go back, the two of you have to drive, so you will be easily spotted." Barton kindly reminded Jasmine and the two of you.

Natasha robbed: "Tony will come to pick us up, we have nothing to fear now."

After looking at each other for a long time, Barton and Natasha were finally defeated and changed their words helplessly: "Which bottle do you want to drink?"

"That bottle of [-]." Natasha's light tone sounded like she didn't take it seriously at all. In fact, there are very few red wines in private estates that are more than [-] years old.

Button was instantly sluggish, and when he turned to get the red wine, he didn't forget to tease: "I always feel that the two of you came to drink because of an agreement."

The two goblets were placed in front of the two of them. Barton tightly corked the cork and carefully put the red wine back to its original place.Jasmine and Natasha drank the mellow red wine contentedly.

"Holmes has not returned to England." Barton seemed to bring up the topic inadvertently, "I heard that there is a project to cooperate with the Avengers."

"Which Holmes?" Natasha asked with a frown.

Barton took back their goblets, rinsed them and wiped them carefully with a flannel cloth: "I'm talking about two Holmes. After Sherlock's condition stabilized, he was very weak and has been hospitalized. Mr. Holmes didn't dare to let him go back by plane. U.K."

The author has something to say: hold on to the end of the code, and write tomorrow, crying, and now I finally don’t suffer from insomnia