[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

John was standing in front of the Avengers Building, and Harold led the bear down from the other side of the car, and walked to him and stood beside him.Because today's weather is not very good, a little drizzly, so they also shared an umbrella.

"Mr. Reese?" Harold turned his head and glanced at John, asking in confusion.

"Let's go in." John curled his lips. He didn't like to walk into this building because there were many people with superpowers gathered inside. They were dangerous and uncontrollable, and ordinary humans like them could not deal with them.It made John feel uneasy, and it was an old professional problem.

But he had to go in today.

"We're here to find Mr. Stark, we have an appointment." Harold walked one step ahead of him, politely said to the smiling receptionist at the door, and reported his name "Harold Ran."

The receptionist checked the records, then nodded and let them into the elevator.

They arrived at a location above the [-]th floor of the building, the elevator stopped, and at the elevator entrance, a woman in a white professional suit with red hair was waiting there.

"Pep Potts, I'll take you there." Pep nodded to them, then turned and led the way to the other end of the corridor.

"Stark isn't here?" John followed, noticing that the entire floor looked like a top-level suite, presumably where Stark lived.But the surrounding area was quiet and unpopular, so he pretended to ask casually.

"..." Miss Potts didn't answer him right away, her slightly tense shoulders from behind could express her resistance to this question.

Harold obviously noticed it too, so he tried to ease the atmosphere: "We can understand that he is busy..."

"It's all right," said Pep, his voice strained, shaking his head. "He's downstairs." After a pause, she added, "Miss Violet said she wanted to be alone for a while... Tony...Mr. Think he's not welcome here, so he avoids it as much as possible."

It was a euphemism, Tony was clearly heartbroken by this development, his frown that had been stretched for a while had recently been furrowed, even worse, with a visible cloud over his brow, and Pep didn't like it.

Shouldn't such things usually end well?The princess and the prince are happy together, but they rule the kingdom with the queen in peace and harmony.This should have a happy ending, Tony and Vinnie should have a happy ending.

She came to the door of the second bedroom of the penthouse, stood there, and motioned to the two of them, who were inside. The tall man with dark gray hair and the short man with glasses looked at each other as if there was some silent communication.After the former put his hand on the doorknob, Pep finally couldn't bear it and said, "Please, please find a way to solve this."

"..." The two men looked at her at the same time, and the former nodded solemnly to her and said, "I will do my best."

John opened the door and walked in.Just him.He had already received some information about what happened to Veronica. He, Barnes and Red Hood were her few friends, and among them John knew her the longest, so he should be the one to watch it first. It depends.

Before walking in the door, John considered many possibilities.He's seen many Hydra victims, and he's been brainwashed himself.What happens when some memory fragments are recovered at some point, madness, loss of control, self-harm, violence, those flashbacks of lost memories are entangled with existing memories, making people confused.And Veronica has almost ten years of shattered memories since she was a child. He even felt that the other side of the door would be like a mental ward, with soft cushions everywhere to prevent hurting people. Veronica Card is chained to the bed.

But the real situation is not like this.

Everything is normal, normal room, normal furnishing, normal bed.Veronica sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at a book on her lap with her back turned to him.

"Hi." Date stood by the door, did not approach hastily, but spoke carefully.

Veronica glanced back at him, her expression calm, not like looking at a stranger, which made John relax a little, and then he heard Veronica say, "Hi, John."

"I came here as fast as I could," John explained, then glanced at the chair next to him. "Can I sit here?"

"Please, this is not my base anyway." Veronica shrugged and said, closing the book on her lap and putting it aside. "So, how is the business?"

"Our trusty friend will make sure everything is alright," John said as he sat down.

"I do not know."

"What do not you know?"

"I don't know if it's a good idea to give Jason all the territory." She tilted her head, raised her hands above her head a few times, and cracked her knuckles "He always looks angry, yes Everything around him was disappointing."

"..." John couldn't say anything. He was shocked by Veronica's insightful speech, because Veronica had always insisted that she had no empathy and could not understand other people's emotions.

"He's going to get better, he's getting better," John said finally.Thinking about it carefully, Jason's current transformation has something to do with Veronica. She mixed up the red hood's revenge on the clown, so that he is no longer blindly blinded by hatred, and even he is still awkwardly slow like a snail. Speed ​​improves his relationship with Batman, even though he himself claims nothing of the sort.

All this is because when he was resurrected and returned to Gotham, he didn't go through everything alone. Veronica stayed with him the whole time, which calmed his anger.

"Let's talk about you." John found this a bit ironic. Although Veronica insisted that she wanted to be a qualified villain, she didn't actually do many bad things, let alone those that were heinous and unforgivable.

"Tell me about me? I feel pretty good now." Veronica tilted her head, blinked, and said with fingers, "I remember a lot of things that I didn't remember before. Everything is connected in series. I It feels clearer and I fully understand what happened before."

"About Stark?" John asked tentatively.

And this obviously hit the red heart with one blow, making Veronica shut her mouth quickly.

John looked at her without looking away, and after a while, when Veronica twisted her shoulders uncomfortably, he said, "Not everything is okay."

"Except for this one," Veronica whispered.

"You don't like him?" John made up his mind, and if she gave an affirmative answer, he would take her away immediately.

"..." However, there was another silence, the kind that neither meant yes nor no.

"You have to say something before I understand."

"It's not that I hate him...it's just a little weird." Veronica turned her head, and her voice was a little softer, humming between her teeth like a mosquito, and John focused so that he didn't miss it.

"How?" He asked encouragingly.

Veronica waved her hand, as if trying to push away her troubles, and she was a little irritable when she spoke, "When you wake up, and someone you thought you had nothing to do with each other tells you that you are getting married, you won't feel strange Is it? ... Well, it’s not so disjointed, but you get the idea.”

John nodded cautiously. "Actually, I know a little bit," he said, thinking about the conversation he had with Harold when he didn't remember it.

"Did you tell him that?" John asked.

"No." Veronica said, "I think it's too hurtful, you didn't see his expression..." She hesitated for a while, because remembering what Tony said to her at that time, there was a warm and painful feeling in her heart Feeling, making her feel tormented "I can't tell him."

"Then you want me to tell him?"

"No!" Almost without thinking, Veronica denied it.

John's expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated the answer, and he even let out a sigh of relief, "So you love him."

It's amazing, like the Disney animation, love through everything is still going on.

"..." Veronica fell silent again.

"Let's talk about more realistic issues." John pinched the bridge of his nose, inexplicably relieved, "What do you want to do now?"

"I have a plan," Veronica said, seeming to have thought it through.

Tony fell asleep on the bench.He couldn't remember when, it might have been an incident this morning.

He hadn't had much time to rest in the past few days, and he was exhausted, so when he calmed down, it was only natural that he fell asleep.

A hand rested on a certain muscle in his back, pinching it moderately to help her relieve the pressure.His professional habits woke him up from his dream, and he subconsciously turned around and squeezed that hand.Then he saw the slightly panicked face of Veronica who tried to back away but failed.

"Oh." Tony quickly let go of her, blinked, Veronica was still standing there, he hesitated between being awake and still dreaming, and at the same time stretched out his hands and pressed his eyes hard.

At this moment, Veronica stepped closer to his private space, put her hands on his shoulders, and dragged him with the sliding chair to her arms.With a gentle but firm force, he pulled his hand away, and then cupped his face.

Tony was sitting just high enough that when he raised his head he was at the same height as Veronica, who leaned close to him and kissed him, invading his space awkwardly but firmly.Naturally, the more experienced Tony took over the initiative.Tongues mingled, breaths were eagerly exchanged.At this time, Veronica's hand began to move down, scratching his neck, the skin of his arm, and tugging at the white vest he wore casually at work.And Tony tightened his arms around her waist, bringing them closer, and at the same time reached his hand from under the hem.

——Everything is so natural, but something is wrong.It's not a good time, absolutely not.

The last bit of sanity in Tony's mind was struggling, but every bit was swallowed up by Veronica's hands trying to lift his clothes.

He couldn't refuse Veronica's request, so he could only suggest "Bed?" before the last bit of sanity was swallowed up.

"No." Veronica's answer sounded much tougher than before. She knelt on Tony's chair with one knee, almost leaning on him, blowing in his ear, "Your workbench is a good place." ,I like."