[Comprehensive English and American] The years I opened a grocery store in Queens

It's been a long time since I've been to a Psych Society, and it's a good thing.

When I first joined this association, I wanted to treat some of my own psychological problems. The people in the association were very surprised when they saw me. There was a middle-aged man who was wearing gold lace glasses and was as thin as a monkey. His name was David. The initiator of the Psychological Mutual Aid Association, he was stunned when he saw me, stood up and asked me: "Why are you here, Captain?"

I walked in and he pulled me a chair.

I was sitting among everyone, and next to me was an old lady with deep bags under her eyes, and there was a cross hanging on her chest.

I said, "Is it written that Captain America should not enter this place?"

"Of course not."

"Then of course I can come."

I thought I had nothing to lose, but only the dead have nothing to lose. I am still alive, although I should have died more than seventy years ago.

I don't let people call me captain, even if it's hard for them to change their words, but I'm not a captain anymore.

After the snapping of fingers, the world seemed to be in black and white. The official government hoped that I could stand up and record a video for everyone, bringing hope to the confused and suffering people.

But there was nothing I could do, and Captain America himself was confused and in pain.

Oh, I shouldn't say such a sad thing today, because things have turned around and hope has come again.

We've been so busy lately that we've mostly slept in the workplace.

If the thing we are busy with is before, I will think it is a dream, but it may really happen-we have to go back to the past, collect the rough stones before destroying the tyrant, bring everyone back, and then put The original stone was destroyed.

It sounds incredible.

It was Tony who first proposed this idea. When he mentioned going back to the past, changing the present, and creating the future, everyone felt that he was too painful and had a fantasy.

Because the reason he thinks we can go back in time is that he has gone back in time.

It sounds convoluted, but that's what he said at the time. He once went back to the past, because Isabella saw him from the future. After experiencing the disappearance of his life, the future him used some method to go back to the past .

Isabella told him that he from the future said: I will wait for you in the future.

It's really hard to understand, right?

So none of us believed him, and he left, but he said that even if we didn't trust him, he would try to build a time machine.

The old lady of the Psychological Mutual Aid Association has a grandson who is five years old this year. He was just born the year Thanos snapped his fingers. He likes to watch a cartoon. In the cartoon, there is a blue cartoon character with a big pocket in front of his stomach. From there the time machine can be pulled out.

I thought at the time, wouldn't Tony be watching this cartoon like the old lady's grandson?

I know Tony is sad.

When he got off the spaceship, his whole body was skinny, his lips were pale, and he staggered down the stairs of the spaceship.

I went to meet him, and he fell into my arms, but his eyes kept looking behind me.

I know who he is looking for.

The first thing Tony said to me was, "I lost that kid."

The first thing I said to Tony was, "Isabella is gone, too."

He should be angry. He once wanted to prevent it from happening. He wanted to arm the entire earth with steel armor. Maybe I listened to him at the time, and the situation will not be so tragic now.

He threw in my hand the reactor on his chest, where his heart is, and I don't know if he was trying to show that he was dead.

Tony began to drink heavily, and he was drunk every day in the newspapers.

Natasha slapped the newspaper on the table and said to me, "We have to go and bring him back."

We found him in the fanciest bar in town, sprawled out on a leather sofa, his face half buried in a pillow, a half-empty bottle in his hand, surrounded by empty bottles.

We walked up to him and he didn't respond.

His eyes reflected the light from the bulb, and I thought it was more than just a light.

He's like a puddle of ooze.

We called his name and he didn't respond.

Natasha went to fetch a basin of water and poured it directly on him. He finally regained consciousness a little bit, and there was a moment of trance in his eyes.

"You guys," he said, "come here to drink too? I'll be billed."

"We're not here to drink."

Tony took a sip of wine in his mouth, grunted, and then hiccupped: "So they are here to catch criminals? There is a side door here that most people can't find, and it is very hidden. You can find it from there."

"We're here to find you."

"Why do you want me, come to catch criminals with you?"

Natasha snatched the bottle from his hand and said, "We're here to do this."

"You can't drink any more," I said.

Tony smiled, "Why?"

"Isabella doesn't want to see you like this."

Tony still had a smile on his face, he changed from a light smile to a big laugh, as if I was telling a joke, he stood up, his body was slightly unsteady, and he met my eyes, and there was a sharp light in his eyes: " Of course she doesn't want to see me like this, so you know what she wants to see?"

I do not know.

I shook my head.

Tony threw the question to Natasha again: "You are her best friend, do you know what she wants to see?"

Natasha pursed her lips.

Tony snorted coldly, put down the bottle, and walked out. Natasha and I followed him all the way. He didn't go back to his big villa, but came to a small wooden house.

The light was on, and Natasha and I stood in front of the cabin, looking at his shadow. Instead of drinking, he went to the bedroom and lay down. I don't know if he fell asleep.

Natasha patted me on the shoulder: "We can go back."

"Okay," I answered her, and asked casually, "Why did Tony come here?"

"This should be his and Isabella's wedding room. Isabella has always hoped that all of us can happily attend her and Tony's wedding."

I can't speak.

Tony stopped drinking, and he started to turn to psychotherapy. The second creation plan was launched by him for public welfare.

I just found out that Tony is much more mature and naive than I thought.

He didn't give up hope, he felt that Isabella could come back.

"I am a person who has nothing, and I am not afraid of losing anything." This is what he told me when he was about to build a time machine.

His idea is about to come true.

We meet Scott, last seen at the airport in Rome, a guy with a suit that can grow as small as an ant and taller than a building.

Scott said he was trapped in the quantum realm for five years.

I thought it must have been a really tough time, but Scott said it was just a snap of the fingers.

I don't understand the Quantum Realm, but that's okay, Scott understands, Bruce understands, Tony understands.

Anyway, we can go back in time.

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