The correct way to attack the villain

"I thought you'd be in bed for at least a week before you got up."

Although this guest was not welcome in his heart and on the surface, as the owner of this building, Tony Stark still said two words to Bruce Wayne at least: "Come to pick someone up?"

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The man got off the passenger seat: "Yes."

Stark took off the steel gloves on his hands: "Come with me, he's on the fourth floor."

When the two walked up the stairs, other members of the Avengers were still summing up their post-war summary, which would last for about a week. When they saw Bruce, they all looked over at the same time.

Not all the Avengers know Bruce Wayne's other identity like Stark. Most of their knowledge of him comes from various lace news and magazine covers, especially now is the sensitive period after the war.

"There's no need to be so nervous, he didn't come to fight with you."

Tony Stark patted Thor's arm standing halfway: "Has the interrogation by S.H.I.E.L.D. come to a conclusion?"

Natasha leaned against the wooden table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he nodded to Bruce, and then looked at Iron Man: "The Commander of Destiny is not a small character who can confess in a few days."

Stark picked up the pack of lemon slices on the table by the stairs: "Then show her something more powerful. Didn't Bruce develop the kind that allows people to experience ten consecutive births in a second?" A child's super pain potion?"

After speaking, he glanced at the richest man in Gotham behind him: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about our Bruce."

Button, who was playing Chaoying Xiaoxiao silently, raised his head: "Before this, I thought you were a person who never hit a lady hard."

Tony Stark: "It depends on what kind of lady it is. Maybe Sol will like this kind of lady who splits people in half with a sword."

Thor: "No the son of Odin doesn't like it."

Iron Man raised his head and poured the lemon slices in the bag into his mouth, then patted Sol's arm again: "Let's have your meeting."

After finishing speaking, before the other richest man behind him became impatient, he raised his foot and continued to walk upstairs.

"I don't know if your housekeeper told you." Stark casually threw the package of lemon slices into the trash can in the corridor, "The child's current state is not too normal."

Bruce frowned: "No."

Stark: "Then you might have to be prepared."

The two talked and walked up to the third floor. When they first stepped on the floor tiles of the third floor, Bruce clearly felt that something was wrong.

Too quiet.

The stair passage is not a closed space. Even if the sound insulation is good, at least you can hear the discussions of the Avengers on the second floor and the noise from various large machines outside the building that participated in the reconstruction of Manhattan after the disaster, but he heard nothing. hear.

It was as quiet as entering another space.

The two walked all the way to the fourth floor, and when they stopped at the door of a certain room, this oppressive sense of tranquility reached its peak, which made people instinctively feel uncomfortable.

"We called the professor from Xavier College in the morning, but he couldn't do anything about it." Tony Stark grabbed the doorknob, "I think-"

Stark was still talking, but the voice behind him completely disappeared with the opening of the door of the room.

Something swept across the entire fourth floor in an instant, like sinking into the bottom of the sea in an instant, or transcending into a certain space, extremely quiet, depressing, and nerve-wracking.

This is not the first time Bruce has experienced this feeling, he has seen it in Arkham long before.

Global Silence

The whole area is silent.

The man frowned tightly. He walked into the room, searched around, and was stunned for a moment when he finally saw a small figure huddled in the far corner of the sofa.

Sitting there was a child about seven or eight years old, wearing a large white shirt that obviously didn't match his size, with his back against the wall, his slender arms tightly hugging the pillow in his hand, and his knuckles were so hard that they turned white.There was still baby fat on his face, and some traces of Song Mo's original facial features could be clearly seen, his lips were pale and bloodless, his hair was brown, and his blue eyes were obviously guarded and nervous.

Bruce had a moment of blank mind, because the scene in front of him appeared too suddenly, even though he had prepared for the worst before coming, such as serious injuries, such as missing arms and legs, and even something in his mind might have gone wrong. What's wrong, the only thing I haven't considered is——

In front of this.

"Is it the ancestral gas?" Bruce's brain didn't start to rethink until a few seconds later, and he looked at Stark standing by the door.

Stark stretched out his hand and pulled on the smooth wall next to him, and a fluorescent blue fully transparent liquid metal wall immediately appeared in front of the two of them. Although his voice was still very low, he controlled it to an audible level: "Yes You should be thankful that the explosion blown away most of the poisonous gas and you didn't have any skin exposed to the air except for a chin, otherwise the child who would probably be sitting on the sofa now would probably be two."

After the man with the mustache finished speaking, he paused and had a headache: "He has been in this state of high tension for seven hours. Charles said that if he continues like this, he will be mentally weak."

Bruce looked at the sofa. After receiving his gaze, the huddled Song Mo became more vigilant, and the surrounding atmosphere seemed to intensify again. Even his forehead could vaguely see the protruding veins under the skin.

Thinking of what Stark said just now, the man looked away: "Is there no way to stop him?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be useful." Tony Stark picked up the book that Charles left on the shoe rack in the hallway in the morning, "The solution to the mutant's out-of-control ability caused by the stress response, let someone familiar with him accompany you." By his side."

"I scanned his left wrist. The mutant's may not be very accurate, but according to the bone age, he should be between seven and eight years old now, that is, ten years ago. If I guess correctly, he came at that time Earth?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

Stark draws his first conclusion: "So the familiar people of his age aren't even on Earth."

"Next, let him stay where he thinks it's safe, obviously we can't send him back to Destiny because of this. Then third, call his name, of course that won't work either."

Tony Stark turned a page in the book in his hand and said, "We tried this, but every time his name was called he became more vigilant, as if—" He frowned and deduced, "This What is the secret of the name?"

After Iron Man finished speaking, he continued to read: "The last one, send people to Xavier for recuperation. This is the result of our current discussions. Charles is also going back to prepare-hey, that wall has a switch."

Halfway through Stark's speech, he noticed that Bruce suddenly started to move forward. He reminded him aloud, but before he finished speaking, the other party had already passed through the liquid metal wall in front of him.

He seemed to say something, but Iron Man didn't hear it, but the next moment, the completely quiet atmosphere around him suddenly disappeared.

The Quin-jet fighter plane of SHIELD flew overhead, and the sound of the roaring engine rang through the entire floor.

Bruce looked at the child sitting on the couch, who was looking back at him, the man's reflection in glassy blue eyes, as if surprised that a stranger could call him by name.

Then, after being tense for seven hours, he suddenly relaxed. Excessive fatigue immediately invaded his brain, and he fell forward without warning.

Completely lost consciousness.

The Avengers had no reason to stop him from taking Song Mo back, so Alfred waited for nearly half an hour by the car downstairs, and finally saw Bruce walking out of the building, holding a Falling into a coma due to overuse of powers.

Seven-year-old Song Mo.

"We don't know whether the destiny will make any moves in a short period of time. According to the information from the mouths of those Valkyrie, their force planning should not be enough to support them to invade the earth again within a year."

After Bruce carried Song Mo into the back seat, Tony Stark said to him through the car window: "But I advise you not to take it lightly."

Bruce: "I know."

In front of the collapsed Avengers Building, the elongated white Lincoln walked away, and Tony Stark stood still, frowning slowly.

"Why don't you keep him in the Alliance?" After the car completely disappeared from view, Natasha walked to Stark's side, "No one knows what Destiny's next plan is."

They seem to have won this battle, but as Song Mo said, as long as Otto still has the ambition of the grazing plan, the earth will not be completely peaceful, especially now that the core system of Destiny has been updated.

"We don't have the extra energy to take care of him anymore."

Iron Man put on the mechanical arm again, and went to repair the half-finished metal foundation: "After SHIELD repairs those aircraft carriers, we will go to Tiangong."

Natasha looked at Stark and opened her mouth.

In the end, nothing was said.

There is a lot of space in the back seat of the car, and the soft sofa seat can completely accommodate a seven-year-old child lying on his back. His head rests on the man's lap, sleeping very restlessly, and his eyes move around unsteadily, brown His eyelashes also trembled, and it was not relieved until Bruce reached out and gently smoothed his hair.

"I remember we still have antibodies to the original solution of genetic degradation." Bruce asked in a low voice.

Alfred controlled the speed of the car to a smooth enough level so as not to wake up Song Mo who was sleeping in the back seat: "I tried it on him the day before yesterday, master, it doesn't seem to work for mutants."

Bruce frowned: "Then let them study new ones."

"You know, young master, even if he is restored to his original appearance after being injected with the antibody, his mental age will still remain at seven years old." The old housekeeper obviously didn't agree with this proposal, "The side effects of atavistic poison gas are irreversible."

Bruce: "There's always another way."

Alfred glanced at the rearview mirror: "But didn't you always want to adopt Song Mo? Now is an opportunity."

"And this time you can give him a more perfect life."

Bruce froze for a moment, he looked down at Song Mo who was sleeping soundly.

"But I have to respect his own choice."

It was a five-hour drive from Gotham to New York, and by the time the old butler parked the car in the Wayne Manor garage, it was already completely dark.

Alfred cleaned up the guest room next to the master bedroom in the fastest time, and then Bruce gently put him on the bed.

"Dr. Nerif is coming soon, sir."

Bruce nodded, tucked Song Mo up and left. When he got up, he found that Song Mo was tightly grasping the corner of his suit shirt. The whole child was dragged off the bed.

The man had to patiently separate the fingers that had been so hard that the nails lost their color one by one, put them back in the bed, and then turned around and left the room.

"The wound is recovering very quickly. According to this speed, I should be able to get out of bed and walk around in two days."

In the master bedroom, I didn't know that the richest man in Gotham in front of me had already got out of bed and walked around several times, and even wandered to New York. After briefly checking the wound for Bruce, he pulled out a sterile bandage and began to bandage it.

Shocking burns spread from his chest to his back. Mr. Nerif bandaged and said, "Don't worry, these burns look serious, but they are not incurable. As long as you apply the medicine on time, there will be no scars. This is a recipe that only our family has."

Obviously Bruce didn't care about leaving scars or not, but he still said, "Thank you."

After the bandage was finished, the doctor began to ask about his physical condition as before. The questions were trivial and complicated. Bruce was halfway through his answers when he suddenly felt a line of sight fall on him.

He looked back for the first time, and there was no one at the door.

Only a pair of slippers big enough for its wearer to protrude from the door frame.

Bruce couldn't help but clenched his fists and coughed, and looked at the doctor who was still asking questions: "Have you eaten yet? My butler has prepared dinner."

Nerif once served in the logistics of the British Royal Air Force for a while, and he and Alfred were regarded as half comrades in arms. He was not polite when he heard the words. After asking the last few questions, he packed up the medical kit: "I haven't been in the hospital for almost half a month. Got the Pennyworth's nachos."

Dr. Nirif walked out of the room laughing until the footsteps disappeared down the corridor.

The seven-year-old cautiously poked his head halfway into the room.