[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

As we all know, Captain America is a gentle and kind-hearted man, kind-hearted and patient. His favorite thing to do besides playing chess in the square and feeding pigeons is to help care for children with cancer and save young people who have stumbled. People say that Captain America is A moving moral benchmark, he fucking loves to die and devotes himself to others, and this makes his attitude towards Iron Man in the late second grade · Lao Tzu is like this* · Iron Man has always been very tolerant, tolerant to an outrageous level.

And now Tony Stark, my best in the world, has turned ten years old with a bang, and besides destroying the world, he will hug Steve's waist and cry coquettishly, that kind of tolerance jumps three times in a row Levels become indulgences, and the lower bounds gallop like wild dogs out of bounds forever.

No way, when Tony blinked his oversized eyes and begged for mercy in his arms, Steve's heart softened, it was just so helplessly ignoring the other's adult size, forgiving him for everything do everything.

It's a pity that Tony Stark has a middle name called Trouble Complex. He is definitely suffering from a terminal illness called death or death. It would be uncomfortable if he didn't toss out 36 tricks a day to change Hulk's hairstyles in 360 ways... ...and no one can resist the captain of the United States and say sorry to you with guilt in his pure and beautiful blue eyes. People are always willing to forgive him, and then...turn around and be tossed again by the devil Stark.

To sum up, under the infinite connivance of Captain America, the doting parent, the entire Avengers Hotel fell into chaos, and Tony Stark, who was only ten years old in his head, showed a lawless peak kid in the hotel state.

By the way, the existence of the system housekeeper is to help the evildoers. They just stopped Tony from messing around a little bit, and then collectively there was no hot water for three days to take a bath.

"God! Tony stop it! Captain!! He painted the Hulk blue!" The first ray of sunlight in the morning was accompanied by a scream from Max, "Also, don't cut my hair!"

Captain America, who had just woken up, hurriedly clasped his belt and climbed upstairs to appease Hulk. The next second, Tony happily climbed up to the third floor with colored pens and scissors like a gust of wind.

Then there were several gunshots, and Dr. Watson's anxious voice sounded from the third floor: "Sherlock! How could you shoot Tony?"

"I'm doing self-defense!" A certain consulting detective was confident.

"All he holds is a paintbrush!"

"Stupid John! Tony Stark can turn everything he holds into a biological weapon! I'm contributing to world peace, you should give me a small gold award!"

"Horseface Sherlock!"

"Short Iron Man!"

Hulk was crying and smashing things downstairs. Captain America climbed up the stairs on the third floor while holding his forehead. This is awesome. There is a six-year-old Hulk downstairs and a ten-year-old Iron Man here There was also a 12-year-old consulting detective there, and they simply changed their name to Avengers Kindergarten Alliance.

"Good morning, what a peaceful day." Dean came out of the room yawning, stretched lazily while looking at the messy scene outside.

Captain America grabbed Iron Man who fantasized that he was the king of kung fu and could catch bullets with his bare hands, and said with a headache, "Good morning, Mr. Winchester, have you found the location of the dementor?"

"Well, we confirmed another address last night, let's go and have a look today." Dean smiled, and Sam behind him suddenly pulled his shoulders and dragged him into the room.

"What's the matter, sammygirl, do you want your brother to help you get dressed?" Dean glanced at the other party.

Sam sighed: "Dean, do we really have to spend so many days here for this matter? I thought we have more important things now? Like finishing the trial quickly and closing the gates of hell?"

"If I remember correctly, this is also one of our jobs, brother, please be patient."

Sam said sharply: "You are delaying time, you don't want me to complete the second trial, Dean, I thought we had already discussed this issue? I can only recover if I complete the three trials quickly."

"Recovery? With the frequency of your coughing up blood, can you fucking survive until the day you recover?" Dean waved his hand impatiently, "Can you stop the morning talk show, miss?"

"Dean!" Sam very much disagreed with the other party's evasive attitude.

Dean just touched his chin, did not explain or answer, and walked out with the tool bag: "It's time to work, buddy, no matter what you say, we have to solve this first."

Sam clicked his tongue in boredom. They were always arguing and could never compromise. The other party seemed to become inexplicably procrastinated and evaded whenever they encountered problems related to themselves.

"I'll go with you," Steve said.

Hearing the news that Steve was going out, Tony immediately gave up his brilliant plan of researching how to use the fragrance elements in the shampoo to turn the Hulk into pink—the bear kid is not scary, the terrible thing is that the bear kid is worse than a scientist There is also Wenhua, who ran down the stairs and hugged Steve's waist: "Are you going out?"

Obviously he still looks like an adult, but Steve just felt that the other party looked innocent and childish. His heart melted because of his cuteness. He couldn't help rubbing Tony's hair: "I'll soon Will be back."

"Take me with you!" Tony insisted.

"No, that's dangerous, uh, for you now." Steve pushed Tony's shoulder, but didn't push away, and the scientist Stark hugged him tightly.

"Tony." Steve sighed helplessly, "Be obedient."

Tony hugged him even tighter, and tears began to roll in his eyes again. Forgive him. In the eyes of a ten-year-old child, having his parents leave the house is the same as abandoning him completely. That poor Steve looked heartbroken.

Of course, he was the only one who was heartbroken. Everyone decisively chose to roll their eyes and cover their ears. God, is that Stark such a crying guy?

The next second Tony began to cry loudly, choking and hiccupping while crying, but he did not forget to emphasize his position over and over again, the central idea was that the cap should not leave!Are you leaving me?I want to go with you!

"Tony, Tony." Steve wiped his tears frantically, "I promise, I'll be back soon, can you play with them for a while?"

"I don't want it!" Tony was very stubborn, looking at him with wide eyes, "I just want to be with you, doesn't the cap want? Don't you love me? Are you going to like someone else?"

Ten-year-old Tony doesn't know how to hide it at all. His little head is full of possessive desires for Captain America. The first thing he thinks is that the cap should love me, and the second is that the cap should only love me and not others.

This is really a difficult question to answer, Steve thought helplessly, it seems that he was the one who was rejected in the previous confession, right?But he couldn't explain anything to the mini version of Tony in front of him, so he could only gently pinch the tip of his wrinkled nose: "I love you, so be a good boy, okay? Wait for me to come back."

Tony laughed happily, he was so easy to please, without any trouble, a word could make him really laugh.

"Then if I am a good boy, can I be rewarded?" Tony blinked, the ten-year-old Iron Man already knew the equivalent exchange.

"no problem."

"Won't you scold me if I braid Sol's hair?"

"...No." It's just that there is no guarantee that his younger brother who is far away in his hometown will.

"What about turning the Hulk pink?"

"..."

After signing countless unequal treaties for everyone in the hotel, Steve was finally able to get away and followed Dean and Sam on the black beauty.

"This guy is much cuter than when you had no soul, isn't it?" Dean pouted.

"Shut up." Sam rolled his eyes.

"So where is our destination?" Steve asked.

"Anything to pray, man?" Sam said. "Welcome to Sanders Church. It's the most famous church in the area."

"Our Mr. Target is a devout believer?"

"More than that, he is also a rigorous missionary priest. He has a high respect and belief in God, and even lives in the church."

"Oh, working in a church is really a good job." Dean raised his eyebrows looking at the steeple of the church in the distance, "It's holy, and you can eat free lunch silently, who would have thought of a great pastor My lord is a dementor, maybe they still think that what the other party eats is their own sin."

While the few people were chatting, the car had already slowly driven to the door of Sanders Church. There was a huge silver cross hanging on the door, exuding holy brilliance, which made people feel awed. It's a pity that Steve and the others are not religious believers. type, just passed by.

They walked into the church, and there were some believers sitting in twos and threes on the pews in the hall. Dean stepped forward and said to one of the pastors, "Hello, we want to find Pastor William."

"Pastor William is in the confession room now. If you have something to say to him, you can wait here." The pastor smiled, "But you may need to wait until the afternoon, and it will be lunch break soon."

Dean smirked. "Oh, thanks, we're not..."

Sam patted him on the shoulder suddenly: "Yes, we are here to repent."

Dean glared at him.

"My brother." Sam endured the opponent's elbow that hit his stomach, and smiled, "He has a lot of things he wants to tell Pastor William, you know, he came all the way here just to find Pastor William, I believe the pastor would not have the heart to reject such a pious believer and let him suffer for a few more hours in vain."

Sam's eyes are very sincere. His dog eyes are effective for people from eighty to ten years old (oh, especially his brother). The pastor looked at them quietly for a while, then smiled and said, "Pastor William is very Kind person, I believe he will not have the heart to do this, you can wait outside the door for the last guest to come out."

"Thank you." Sam smiled.

"What are you doing?" Dean whined under his breath.

"Hey, you have to try to hold that guy down as much as possible. Mr. Captain and I will go find the place where he lives."

"Damn, what do you want me to say to that guy?" Dean rolled his eyes. He never prayed and confessed. All he believed in was his family.

"Anything." The last guest came out and Sam pushed Dean in.

Dean was forced to sit awkwardly in the dimly lit confessional, thanking the dim light for not being able to recognize him as the one who had scared him away that night.

"Sir, do you have anything to say?" said Rev. William, his voice soft.

Dean licked his lips: "Oh, yes, I have something to say to you, what is it..."

"Don't be nervous, sir, God is forgiving, and he will forgive all sins in heaven."

Dean thought, God, the old man has disappeared long ago, and the remaining group of angels in heaven have few good things. He sighed a long time, and spread his legs: "Okay, father, I'm guilty."

"I have the unpardonable sin concerning my brother."