[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Today is a disaster day for Steve.

This well-known superhero during World War II and a shining example of the American people, he can cheer up when he is defeated, and he will not surrender when he is shot——

But today, at this moment, the three views collapsed.

He stood in front of the mirror and examined himself, silent.

The translucent mirror reflected a girl's face, with big eyes, thick eyelashes, and fluffy and charming blonde hair.

Smile, there is a small dimple on the left cheek.

He looked at the whole body again: thin arms and legs, no muscles in the whole body, and a lack of exercise at first sight——

Only his chest was heavy, and the two lumps of flesh were soft and elastic. Captain America was especially uncomfortable, so he only glanced twice and hurriedly turned his eyes away.

This is indeed Abby's face, and Abby's body.

The footsteps turned back to the bedroom.He'd just woken up on the floor; he'd seen the pink earmuffs he'd given Abby, snuggled up with the scarf.There was a crucible on the table, and herbal ingredients were messily placed beside it, all of which looked strange.

Steve was lost in thought when there was a noise outside.It sounded like someone was banging on the door.

He went to open the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stagnation of breath: looking at my face from the perspective of a bystander, not to mention how weird it is.Even more frightening was the expression on that familiar face.

A little aggrieved, and a little panicked.

Steve thought that expression was familiar too, kind of like Abby.

In the next second, a soft British accent came out of Steve's vocal cords!Abby pressed his face against him, desperately begging for help:

"Steve?"

God, it's a sickening tone coming out of his throat, like a duck being pinched in the beak—

Steve nodded, and then he saw "myself" sniffing, and his eyes were red.

Steve: "..."

He held onto the door frame, trying to resist this sudden wave of mental attacks.

With difficulty, he burst out word by word:

"Abby, don't make such an expression..."

The tough guy just feels like he's very, very weak right now.

He motioned for Abby to come into the house.Abby walked around in small steps on the floor, and Steve followed behind and couldn't help but frowned: it's really hot eyes.

"What to do, what to do..." Abby murmured while turning around like a headless chicken, "There must be something wrong—"

She suddenly realized something, slammed on the brakes, and turned to face Steve.

She even lowered her head slightly when talking to him, she felt guilty and guilty: "It's my problem...I have to write a letter to ask my friend."

After speaking, he rubbed his right toe with his left toe.

Steve noticed her little movement, and a lump in his throat.

He watched her rush into the room to write a letter in a panic, feeling suspicious and didn't ask.

Where did the problem come from, that could cause their souls to exchange, and make her so vague and evasive?

Thinking appeared on Steve's girlish face, and he pursed his lips into a straight line.

He heard the door close softly.Abby made a lot of noise in the room, even whistled, and could vaguely hear the sound of flying animals flapping their wings.

Ten minutes later, the bedroom door opened.He timidly drilled his head out.

Steve was suffocated to see his own body in motion, but now was not the time to discuss it, so he went straight to the point:

"Abby, what are you hiding from me?"

He tried to look serious.But the voice was light and soft, and I felt drained after hearing it.

A tall, muscular young man with blond hair shrank his head and whispered softly:

"No, no no no no."

...and it's still stuck.

Steve took a deep breath: "This is a problem we need to solve together." He paused, his voice lowered, "I thought we were friends."

Abby, flustered like a golden retriever who has lost its home, shrieked:

"Of course we're friends!"

Steve: "..."

He didn't know he could make such a high pitched sound.

Abby looked down at him listlessly.

"I promise I can solve it, soon!" The blue eyes are no longer full of depth and tolerance, but are wet with waves like honey, "Of course I will explain this matter clearly to you, It's just, it's just a little complicated—"

How to open a magic door to Muggles?

She had never been in contact with a Muggle like Steve, and she never dreamed of becoming friends with people from different worlds.But a good friend should be sincere. She understands this, so she feels very entangled.

In case, in case Steve hates her and alienates her...

Abby is used to being timid, and just imagining it makes her feel bored and miserable, and she can't bear the slightest bad possibility.

Steve stared at her with complicated eyes.

Sighing after a while: "I'm waiting for the day you tell me."

"That day won't be too long!" Abby promises.

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion in the greenhouse.

Steve heard a familiar sound, and then saw a bull's head arched by long branches, poking out majesticly, showing sparse teeth at them.

Abby, Steve: "..."

Steve shook his long hair, feeling his scalp ache.Abby smiled dryly at him.

Then, one step at a time, two steps, towards the greenhouse; the door is closed and it is a confusion spell.

Thank goodness it worked!

She raced against time to arrange the magical plants in the greenhouse: the dangerous mandrake is still in winter hiatus, falling into a deep sleep, otherwise if it is active, the consequences will be disastrous.

She stuffed the cow's head into the flower pots, applied plenty of dragon manure to each plant, and added a little drowsiness potion.To keep them quiet and nothing unexpected happens.

When she walked out of the greenhouse, she also strengthened the Confusion Charm.

Steve saw her wringing her fingers, looking terribly guilty, and the helplessness in her heart was about to overflow.

She really couldn't learn to lie, even if she changed her body.He didn't want to use his friend's status to persecute her, besides, he also had something to hide from her.

For example, he is a superhero, and he gets dizzy when he thinks about the task.

Fortunately, the world has been peaceful recently, but he basically reports to the Avengers Building every day, and his colleagues have become a problem again.

Steve frowned, and Abby looked at the heavy eyes and brows of "myself", only feeling terrified.

So she can have such a serious expression!

She stood there with Steve at first, but then she blushed and couldn't help but clenched her legs.

Steve looked up in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Abby's temples were bruised from pain.She muttered, almost crying:

"I-I want to go to the bathroom—"

Steve felt a sap hit on the head, and there was a "bang".He was having trouble breathing.

It took a long time before I could hold back my voice: "...then go."

Abby looked at him in horror, her somewhat narrow blue eyes were teary.

Steve panicked like ten thousand horses galloping in his heart, and he tried to maintain his composure on the surface.

"Go, holding it in for a long time is not good for your health."

"..."

The corners of Abby's eyes were burning red, and she went with her hands and feet.

When she was about to leave, she looked as if she was dead, and when she entered the bathroom, she looked even more tragic.Steve was still softly calling on her outside to "don't be afraid"!

But she is really scared!

Abby was trembling, and with a flick of the belt, she unbuttoned her crotch.She bit the corner of her mouth, unable to hold back the tears of collapse.

After three seconds.

"Get out, can't get out—"

The voice was almost shouted from the heart, with a cry in his mouth.

Steve was silent.

After a while, his voice trembled, and he tried his best to calm down:

"...take it out. Align."

After speaking, holding his face, he had no more thoughts.

Abby's head was blank, as if the TV had suddenly cut off the signal source.I reached down with my hand, only to hear the sound of water "crashing", and I didn't know how to let it out.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was obvious that the disaster day would not let him go easily. Two seconds later, he heard Abby's cry, and he really broke down right now.

She sobbed intermittently and embarrassedly: "I, I can't stuff it in—"

Steve's throat was suddenly blocked with a ball of cotton.

For the first time, he wanted to run out the door, single out the enraged Hulk, and get the fuck done.

But he can't go down, Abby still needs him.

He took two deep breaths and tried to stabilize his voice:

"Don't worry, you just need to put it back where it was, and you'll be fine."

There was the sound of a tissue being pulled through the door—Abby wiped again.Steve thought it was all over, but the next second Abby's voice shattered his illusion.

She cried, and howled!

"I... woo, I forgot which way it went," she hiccupped, "left, left or right—"

Steve: "..."

Where is the Hulk, he wants to see him.Right now.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I really laughed to death...