The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

In the end, Fiona's love for lettuce overcame the guilt of being caught doing the splits.As a result, when she finished her meal and Batman showed no sign of leaving, Fiona had to ask:

"Excuse me sir, what do I need to do now?"

A normal person's thinking must be "this person is protecting me/watching me", but Fiona knows that if surveillance is needed, Batman will definitely not use such a low-level method of coming in person, as the urban legend of Gotham Once said, "Batman's 'eyes' are all over every corner of Gotham, just look at the good things he has messed up"; and the image of Batman has nothing to do with the positive protection, and at the same time Fiona is still thinking of the blond-haired female ghost who has begged her wholeheartedly, so she completely puts herself in a position of "needing to actually get things done".

Bruce seemed to want to say something, but in the end, the phrase "It's not enough to need a girl as young as you to go directly to the battlefield" was swallowed by him, as if acknowledging any positive feelings from him would be enough to give him on the spot. Same as the person in front of you signing the death certificate.But Fiona was still looking at her eagerly for knowledge, and finally he squeezed out a sentence from his throat in a low and hoarse voice:

"My mission is to protect you from accidental harm."

Fiona focused her ears, put on a posture of "listening carefully" for half a minute, and said sincerely: "I don't think there may be any danger in the short term. The situation over there is simply one-sided - I am Said that we have an absolute advantage."

Tens of thousands of plans flashed through Bruce's mind in an instant. After all, at this distance, the person who could clearly hear the battle situation of the well-protected hostile base so far away, as far as the information he has so far, was the only one with the three primary colors Kryptonians who float around every day can do it by wearing it on themselves.Even a psychic, it is impossible to truly feel the things in the material world to this extent.

In other words, if this is really "hearing" in the physical sense that Fiona slipped out of the tongue, then she must not be an ordinary human being - although it is not ordinary now.At the same time, this also means a more serious problem:

There is something missing in Batman's database.

——how can this work? !Batman's database has to be the most comprehensive!

He finally said the second sentence since he was alone in the room with Fiona, and the first sentence he spoke on his own initiative: "Can you hear?"

Fiona, who was completely unaware that Batman's desire for control had exploded, was a little confused, but she still answered him: "I can't hear the sound of the battle. Sir, the distance between the hotel and the Hydra base is so far away." How could I have heard it?"

Before Batman could continue to ask, she took the initiative to complete all the information: "What I heard was the sound of the undead getting their wish and weeping with joy."

With so many dead souls, no matter what unfinished thoughts they have before they die, they will definitely have the following thoughts more or less:

Why am I the one who died?Who is this man?Can he and they also taste the pain of being deprived of their lives?

Regardless of whether the person who was brainwashed was forced to take a big scapegoat without his own self-awareness, at least this idea of ​​"every evil will be rewarded with evil" is not wronged at all on Hydra .Therefore, when the Avengers directly detected something different at that location, Captain America took the lead in evacuating the crowd, and Iron Man fired all the firepower and directly blasted the top of the Hydra base, and right there At this moment, where they couldn't see——

Countless innocent souls had fulfilled their wishes and dissipated on the spot.The light spots invisible to ordinary people are scattered in the air one after another, and the bright light dust descends from the sky and rises from the ground to the sky. If you look at it with the eyes outside your eyes, this is a grand and gorgeous event that belongs to you alone. The funeral of the dead.

They have been dead for too long, so long that few future generations miss them, so long that their names have been sealed in history, recorded by yellowed pages and photos, complicated numbers and cold. Wrapped in the stele, some people who don't have much to worry about, just rely on the spirit of "I want to see the day when this evil organization is destroyed with my own eyes" until now.

And when the bright sunlight fully projected into this icy base for the first time, their wishes had already been fulfilled. Most of the undead almost collapsed at this moment, and the rare ones also collapsed. Liberated, guided by an inexplicable force, they returned to their relatives who still remember their blood.

In a place that no one can see, the blond female undead finally passed through countless obstacles gracefully and slowly from the deepest part of the base like a fish floating on the water, following the traces of sunlight, and arrived at the wearing In front of Iron Man, who was driven by the inexplicable power in his heart to stop in the Iron Armor.

She stretched out her hand, and gently touched Tony's face through the visor. In those gentle eyes, there slowly emerged a little bit full of vicissitudes and pains, but finally got what she wanted. Everything is worth it. The smile comes out:

"...Tony."

——After 15 minutes, Fiona couldn't laugh or cry in front of a group of serious-looking Avengers who looked like an enemy, and she deeply realized what it means to be interlaced like a mountain.

"He's really fine...and he's not dead, Dr. Banner, please control yourself so that you don't turn green." She tried her best to radiate spiritual power to appease the person with the most variable here, for fear that he would accidentally kill the person here. Fuck it, the person responsible for the damage to the Avengers is still in a coma. This kind of huge financial loss should be avoided if it can be avoided:

"He just entered his own spiritual world."

"I always thought that the tin can was the type of technology hanger, so, you understand." Hawkeye stretched out his hand and gestured, trying to organize a complete language to conceal the excessively strong impact he received:

"Scientists, inventors, geniuses, all of these are based on a materialistic worldview, right? If you tell me that he also has this kind of idealistic 'spiritual world', I am afraid that my worldview will also be different. I can't hold it any longer!"

Fiona thought for a while, stared at his face for five seconds, and said sincerely:

"Congratulations, sir, your wife is pregnant with a boy."

Hawkeye just got the news this morning, before he could tell anyone: ... that's fine.The materialist worldview is so rotten that it won't even stick back together.

At this moment, Tony is completely unaware of everything in the outside world, because at this moment, he sees a completely unexpected person in his own spiritual world:

His long-dead mother, Maria Stark.

Ever since the Great War in New York, he has been shocked by the alien army he saw.He was the only one who passed through the wormhole and saw the alien army, and he was also the most knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and financially rich person in the team, so he naturally put himself in the role of a protector.

The phrase "tired by knowledge" sums up his current state of mind well.After he learned that there are so many unknown dangers outside the earth, he has been trembling all the time, walking on thin ice, tired by knowledge, and blessed by wisdom.He has a certain kind of overprotection towards his teammates in the Avengers, towards New York, towards the United States, and even towards the earth. It's been a long time since any bright colors came out.

In his dream, the sky is always dark blue, the stars are shattered, everything is extinct, and huge alien creatures stretch out their long bodies in the sky and coil around them. At first glance, they have a strange and elegant beauty.And under the endless sky, his teammates were all wiped out. Occasionally, some survivors would lie on the ground and grab his clothes, hold his ankles, pull him to the ground, and trap him. Holding him makes him unable to move forward, and asking him questions repeatedly tortures his heart, making him restless, and repeating this feeling day after day——

At this moment, a pure and bright sunlight fell from the very center of the sky, instantly changing the appearance of the oppressive dream just now.

The area illuminated by the sun continued to expand and expand, and those terrifying alien creatures and dead people all over the ground disappeared in an instant.At the same time, even the warm wind that blew by carried the fragrance of flowers, Tony looked around in shock, and found that what he was in was not the wreckage after the war, but the place where he once lived countless times when he was young. I wanted to escape for the first time, but it was difficult to have it after that nightmare-like sudden accident...

Family.

"Tony." The figure of the "blonde woman" that appeared in the mouth of the Russian mixed-race psychic became a little more solid in front of him, and Tony could even see the white suit she wore when she was killed. There is also a round and smooth pearl necklace around the neck.He had seen this outfit countless times when Maria was still alive, and had seen it in dreams many times, but never once did he have a tangible, "she is in front of me now" feeling like this .

Before Fiona had fully revealed the most crucial name, he had a vague premonition that this was his mother, but his rationality was prompting him to deny that illusory intuition, the dead blond hair who was dressed exactly the same Are there fewer women?How could he be so sure that it was Maria Stark?

But when she really appeared in front of him, Tony found that he couldn't say anything, he could only watch Maria float in front of him lightly and gracefully, compared his height, and smiled with emotion Down:

"...It's been so many years? You look so much like your father, Tony."

Tony wiped his face, and felt that the only imperfection was that he still maintained this overly mature face. He couldn't follow his mother's side as a teenager, complaining, and from time to time Just kidding:

"Mother."