"Doros." Trying to lighten his tone, Tony didn't want the girl around him to think he was spying on her privacy. "You refused the physical examination arranged by the police... Why don't I help you?" He spread his hands and Tony took out his most serious appearance. "The examination results are completely confidential and will be deleted by Jarvis later. No third person will know." His beautiful eyes looked at the girl beside him seriously. "I know you think you are okay, but when you were kidnapped, you were exposed to banned drugs, so it would be better to check it." The girl alertly refused the police's request for physical examination several times, and he couldn't guess what it was.

"You're a mutant, are you?"

Iron Man's tone was light and his tone was gentle. His beautiful eyes were full of seriousness. He seemed to be worried that this would make her nervous. The other party even tapped his own chest with his fingers, "Tell you a secret." He lowered his voice, and the man said in a proud and arrogant tone when he shared his newly-discovered secret base with his companions, "I am Iron Man."

The other party's long eyelashes blinked.

Sitting in the passenger seat and looking at her idol with her head tilted, Dorothy opened her mouth and was speechless. Iron Man was probably the first person she met in this world and noticed something.

"...I don't know if I am a mutant." The existence of the system is too abnormal. Dorothy has considered whether the other party's source of power will be detected by others during genetic testing. So she has been trying her best to avoid being collected by others.

"That's more needed."

After receiving a positive answer, Tony made Jarvis turn the front of the car.

"Doros", Iron Man's beautiful eyes seemed to be hiding something that Dorothy couldn't understand, "everything      going       be   fine    "

Dorothy was standing on the table with her elbows, her spine straight. Her green eyes looked at the woman sitting opposite her face with a gentle and concerned smile on her face. Her fair fingers poked out and a glass of red juice was pushed across the table. Then, the dark-headed woman with obvious red eyes raised her eyes, looked at the glass of juice for a few glances, and actually got up and crossed the table, hugging the golden girl in a white shirt.

"Σ(⊙▽⊙\"a     hiss..." Barnes could no longer hold the beer in his hand. He grabbed his good friend's arm with trembling tremblingly, "Steve, have you seen it..." At this moment, this veteran of World War II finally felt the huge malice from this world.

A flower in Brooklyn in the past suddenly felt the whole process of its withering at this moment.

Let's push the time back two minutes ago and turn the camera to the "executioner" who gave two World War II veterans a fatal blow.

Dorothy sat quietly in the booth, and silently pushed a glass of pomegranate juice in her hand over. The woman sitting alone lowered her head and sat opposite her was about 30 years old. Her facial features were three-dimensional and neatly dressed, but her eyes were red.

After taking a sip of his pomegranate juice, Dorothy did not rush to speak. Everyone in this world has their own helplessness and grievances, and some pains are destined to be unable to be expressed. Instead of spying on other people's privacy under the banner of concern, it is better to sit quietly with the other party for a while.

As a stranger who has never lived, all she can do for this strange woman is this.

The sound of the bottom of the glass passing through the wooden tabletop was very light, so light that it could be almost negligible. The bright red juice swayed in the cup, but it did not touch the mouth of the cup. The old songs from the last century were played in the phonograph in the bar, and the female singer mourned her lover who would never return from the battlefield in a low and melodious voice.

Dorothy sat quietly, drinking juice, and watching the woman opposite him slowly raised her head.

As if she had looked at her for a while, the dark-headed woman stood up from the chair and then walked around the table. A faint smell of gardenia came, and Dorothy felt her hugging her.

The woman's body temperature was higher than that of her who was wearing only a thin shirt. Mixed with the light fragrance of flowers, Dorothy felt the other person's arms tightly clasped on her shoulders and waist and back trembling. The woman buried between her neck was shaking.

Without pushing the other person away or saying nothing, Dorothy hugged the woman with one hand, then gently patted the other person's back with the other hand, occasionally closing the woman's dispersed head.

Life may be like this. We work hard, struggle, and then we are hit and collapsed and cry at some moment. But if we wipe our tears, we have to continue moving forward the next day.

Haizi said that tomorrow will be cold, the days will be short, the nights will be long, the road will be long, the horse will die.

Dorothy liked this sentence very much in her previous life - she deliberately asked Loki to recite modern poetry yesterday.

The sound from the phonograph has been replaced by a hoarse male voice. The unique syllables of jazz seem particularly suitable in a quiet atmosphere. Dorothy gently closed the head of the strange woman in her arms, not knowing what the other party encountered, so she lies in the arms of a stranger and cries bitterly.

"I love him..." The woman slowly raised her head and choked.

Dorothy just looked into the woman's eyes and didn't say anything - she didn't think the other party needed her answer.

"But I can't continue like this." Sure enough, the strange woman continued.

"Then do what you think is right."

Dorothy did not comfort the other party, but answered coldly. The strange woman had already had her own answer, but that decision was too painful and made the woman unable to make up.

Many times, the tragedy of life lies in the inability to learn to let go of your hands when it is time to give up.

Steve, who was sitting by the bar, knocked the beer glass to the ground by mistake but still didn't realize it. The former little prince of Brooklyn James Barnes didn't even notice that he was about to fall off the stool. In the low jazz music, the tall girl in a white shirt and black trousers hugged a mature woman with a dark brown head in her arms. Her eyes were deep and her movements were gentle. The only sentence she said sounded cold, but behind her was the warmth and sincerity that made people like them complicated to admit.

The bar's phonograph gradually became quiet, but no one noticed it.

Suddenly, the door of the bar was pulled open from outside. Then a man in a red cloak walked in and walked straight towards the two women who were still hugging each other by the booth. But before the man who came in had stood firm, the woman with dark brown head had already let go of the girl she was hugging, and then turned around and looked directly at the man holding a hammer in his hand.

"I've thought about it." Although my eyes were still red, the woman had made up her mind. "Sol, let's break up." After saying this, the woman turned around and put a kiss on the golden-headed girl's cheek, said gently "Thank you", then turned around and walked out of the bar without looking back.

"So...So, Thor..." Barnes completely fell off the barstool. He didn't care about his calves, which were hurt by the heavy stool, and stood up in amazement, looking at the scene in front of him.

"Bar...Ens?" His eyes retracted from the door where his girlfriend left, turned to the Avengers companion, and then turned to the slender and beautiful atrium girl standing in front of her, more than one head shorter than herself.

Thor opened his mouth, wondering whether he should politely ask the other party why Jane broke up with him, or whether he should raise the hammer and block the name of Asgard Thor's duel with the girl.

Dorothy stood there, looking straight at Thor Thor in armored chest protection glasses, blinking.

So she not only tried, but was also abducting the other party's younger brother to be her younger brother, and now she has successfully persuaded Thor's girlfriend to break up with him?

Just as he turned his head, Dorothy's eyes fell on the Thor's hammer being held in Thor's hand.

I wonder how much cooked kebabs Thor likes :)

Spicy chicken system!━∑(￣□￣*|||━━━

Because it was still a bit early, in a bar in the Midtown Manhattan, there were only a few guests at this time except for the bartender and waiter. In front of the bar, two tall and handsome men were sitting there one left and right, one between them, one between them. Two men were holding a glass of beer in their hands. At this time, both men were facing the booth on the other side of the bar, and their eyes looked... stunned.
Chapter completed!