"He gave you half a month to prepare?"

After listening to Winn's details, Tony's attitude seemed a bit strange.

Wen is not particularly used to this situation.

What she is more accustomed to doing everything she wants to do, not considering other people's thoughts, not considering other people's feelings, only caring about her own mood. No matter what she does, it is her own decision. After doing something, she doesn't have to tell anyone that she is used to living in her own small world like this, and she never thought of deliberately breaking and changing.

But suddenly, she had a lot of people who needed to notify.

She has a lot of things to say, she has a lot of things to explain, and many people are paying attention to her situation and waiting for her to give back.

Wen said he wanted to stay in Antarctica for a few days, so Connor left temporarily to study how to build a snow house with ice cubes.

Sometimes Connor seemed too careless, leaving only her in such a cold place, and never thought that she would be afraid of staying alone on the glacier.

"Originally he wanted me to go back with him, but I refused." Wen said, "Why are you so surprised?"

"Bruce is not someone who can accept his plan being disrupted. He simply agrees with you," Tony pondered, "Maybe he didn't think you would go back with him as soon as you meet."

"It's easy." Wen pinched the thermos in his hand, "It's probably just this situation, I've said everything I can."

Tony sighed: "I really wish I was there at the scene."

temperature:"……"

She probably recalled her performance at that time and said with a very sincere attitude: "You don't want it."

"I mean, no one wants to watch such a dramatic scene."

"You really don't want it." Wen's tone increased, "You don't want it."

"...Your tone made me feel that I might not really want to see the scene at that time, but on the other hand, I was even more twitching and wondering what was going on at that time."

"Nate is still carrying out the mission?" Wen asked.

"This way to change the topic is not very clever, but yes, she is still in the mission." Tony said, "If I ask her to say that there is no need to give Fury face like this. Even if she abandons darkness and turns to light, she is now a member of the Avengers. Fury can't take care of herself, and it's too late to unite internal forces. It's impossible to play the game of "Sitting for your difficulties first and then falling into the sky at a critical moment."

"I thought you had a good relationship with him."

"I have a bad relationship with Bruce," Tony said lazily, "is it a way for me to want to see his good show?"

Wen was silent for a while with a smile.

"How is Connor?" Tony asked.

"He is pretty good, not the best, but we're very co-starring." Wen's voice became lighter, "I've met many people, and those people are actually better than him - but there's something unpleasant, just that makes me feel out of place. I think it might be because I know very well that I can't stand a better person."

Tony said he couldn't understand this mood: "You are so cool."

"You say that because you like me." Wen nodded, "I know very well that you - all of you - praise me not because you know my character, but because you believe in the me you see."

"...I'll leave this matter to Connor to solve it." Tony said disappointedly, "The teenager's emotions are not within my ability."

They were silent for a while.

Tony said: "I hang up..."

Wen Fei said quickly: "I feel bad."

“…”

"I feel bad," Wen said again.

The teenager's emotional problems were really beyond his ability, Tony thought helplessly.

"For what?" he asked.

"It's hard to say, and I'm not very clear. Personally, I don't mind hurting others at all. I used to think that I was a type with a strong sense of morality, but the more I realized that I was not at all. I just mostly don't bother to hurt others and don't want to cause any trouble." Wen said, "But..."

Tony waited calmly.

"But Bruce Wayne's reaction made me feel uncomfortable," said Wen. "I'm very upset. I'm in Antarctica now, so quiet that nothing can make a sound except the wind, but I still feel like I'm sitting in a downtown city, with a family of seven sitting at the table next door, and a young couple with five crying babies; opposite me is the construction site, a group of strange-looking aliens are using banana-like things to dismantle the walls, like playing with building blocks; I can also smell coffee, ice cream, pasta that flips over the ground and then passes through the heat and sunlight."

Tony was stunned in all senses.

"Your words sound weird. It's so weird. I can't imagine what that kind of scene looks like."

"Right?" Wen sighed, "Anyway, I feel like I'm messy now. Even if I hide in Antarctica, I don't feel so good. I've always felt like I'm dying. You know, I always feel like something is chasing me everywhere."

"No, no, no, the weird thing is not that you are upset, the weird thing is that your description is too specific, just like you really see it all." Tony said, "I got goosebumps all over my body."

Wen blinked.

"Sorry, young lady, very sorry." The young wife at the next table hurried over and blushed and handed Wen a ice cream. "I know these kids are very difficult. They have been clamoring to go to the playground, but here - you have also seen that we have five troublemakers to take care of, and I really can't take them to play."

Wen covered the microphone with his hand and did not take the ice cream she handed over. Instead, he asked the young mother: "Don't you think the situation across the street is a bit strange?"

The young mother was stunned: "What are you referring to?"

"It's right across from us," Wen pointed to the group of aliens across the street who looked like giant rhinos. "Don't you think it's abnormal to see these things appear here?"

The young mother's expression became a little reluctant. She smiled unnaturally and said, "Well, I may not understand what you are talking about? I mean, at least in my opinion, the opposite is just an ordinary construction site, ma'am."

She looked at each other gently until the young woman's red face began to turn white because of the fear of "Are I crazy?", she reached out to take the ice cream handed over by the other party.

"Just kidding." Wen said with a smile, "It's a small revenge on your noisy children."

"...Wen? Are you listening to me? What are you doing?" Tony's scream came from the receiver, "Answer me, you are in the cold Antarctica, it's scary!"

"I just got out of the gods." Wen looked at the ice cream in his hand. "I was also thinking about my state very seriously. I can only say that it is not a good thing to have too much imagination. When I first went to Stark's headquarters, I felt that all the numbers on the elevator were alive."

"You did stare at that number for a long time," Tony said on the other end of the phone, "How are you?"

"I'm not good. I'm definitely not good. Of course I'm not good, I'm not good, I'm not good." Wen tried to lick the ice cream, "In addition, I want to agree with what you said before, you are really completely - not good at teenage emotions. I won't tell you this anymore, I should tell Nat."

"I'm not rewarded for kindness!" Tony rolled his eyes in anger, "I'm hung up!"

"By the way," Wen said, "By the way, make sure, are you married? Because, uh, you know I'm not very concerned about this news, so I might mess up your situation with other Tony stars."

"I thank you for telling me that you don't care about my situation anymore," Tony shouted, "The wedding date is next year! Next year! I said! I also invited you to be a flower girl!"

"I'm over the age of being a flower boy." Wen said.

"This is your last reply, not a single word was changed," Tony said. "You are the bridesmaid, are you satisfied?"

"I get it." Wen replied slowly, "But just in case I still have to tell you, I'm very likely to forget it, so remember to remind me at least a month in advance."

Responding to her was an angry busy voice.

Wen stood there and thought aimlessly for a few minutes, and finally decided to eat the ice cream in his hand. No matter what happened, it tasted delicious.

The sweet milk fragrance wrapped around her tongue. The most amazing thing is that even though she had eaten most of the time, the fresh and sweet taste of each bite would not be discounted at all.

Connor fell from mid-air, carrying the experience and knowledge he had remembered to build a snow house.

"Wen." He looked at her in confusion, "Why are you eating...uh, snow block?"

Wen looked at the ice cream in his hand.

“…It doesn’t taste like snow,” she said.

"Yeah." Connor rushed over and hugged her body. He stroked Wen's cheeks and held Wen's hands again. "You're so cold, Wen, you're as cold as snow... What's going on?!"

"I looked a little like ice cream," said Wen. "A young mother gave it to me, and I thought it looked delicious to apologize to her noisy children..."

"But this is Antarctic, Wen. There are no young mothers and her noisy children here." Connor squatted in front of her, "It's not ice cream either. Can you throw it away?"

"I don't know," said Wen. "It looks like ice cream, smells like ice cream, feels like ice cream, tastes like ice cream. In that case, why is it not ice cream?"

"...You can't eat ice cream, remember, warm, it's too cold, you'll have diarrhea," Connor said.

Wen said: "But it's not ice cream."

Connor stared at her blankly.

Then he held the back of Wen's hand and swallowed the remaining snow in her hand in one breath.

"Oh." He said with disgust, "It's unpalatable!"

"You can still snatch it if you don't eat it." Wen touched his cheek speechlessly, "If you want to eat it, you will give it to you."

Connor sighed and came over to Lawen: "Let's go back, Wen, it's time to go back."

"But I still want to stay and see how those aliens are going to build... They are using bananas to tear down the house. This scene is rare, right?"

Connor turned his head and looked at her and said, "You know this is fake, right?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 morning mist;

Thanks to the little angel who casts the mine: cker12, 1 hood with small wings;
Chapter completed!