White Night still hadn't eaten the dumplings that he had been longing for.
He simply had Jarvis record the ingredients for someone to buy. Then, he picked up a kitchen knife and chopped up the meat in the kitchen on a certain floor of Stark Tower.
A light screen on the side showed the detailed steps to making dumplings.
The matter with the aliens was basically over, and the portal had been closed.
The nuclear bomb had also been sent to the other side of the portal, which could be said to be a good ending.
But how could war be so simple? Even though the damaged parts of the city were being rebuilt,
The people who had survived the disaster started a new life with lingering fear, but when the casualties and losses were preliminarily counted, the numbers were still a little shocking.
"Hey, kid, give me a cup of coffee." It was the third morning after the battle, and Tony's eyes were still red.
He must have stayed up all night to improve his Mark X again. According to him, he had found some problems that needed to be solved in this battle.
White Night turned to see a clean coffee machine on the side.
"I only know how to make instant coffee." However, he was very sure that there was no such thing here. He looked at Tony, who was a little sloppy and haggard but very excited. "Maybe you want to try the doughnuts I made?"
Tony's eyes lit up. Under White Night's gaze, he saw the plate on the oven.
He quickly walked over, picked up one, and put it in his mouth. Then, he raised the half-eaten doughnut and said with an exaggerated expression, "This is the best doughnut I've ever eaten."
White Night saw his exaggerated expression.
He couldn't be bothered with him.
He chopped the meat.
The regular sound of the knife colliding with the chopping board was the only sound in the hall for a moment.
After a while, Tony's voice came from behind him. "Hmm, it's still warm. When did you make it?"
Wasn't that nonsense? It was obvious that it hadn't been out of the oven long ago. White Night continued to chop the meat expressionlessly.
"If you can't sleep …" The sound of chopping meat suddenly stopped. Tony paused for a moment. "Uh, that's normal. I can't sleep either … After all, I went through a difficult … battle …"
Tony was a little embarrassed and was about to use his own experience to comfort the child in front of him (he thought) when he realized that White Night had already packed up his things and put the minced meat into the fridge. With a calm voice, he said, "We're not the same. I'm just used to waking up early." The words he wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.
"I'm leaving." White Night closed the fridge and walked toward his room.
"Leave? Why? "Tony raised his voice.
"It's over. I should leave now."
"No, no. Every avenger has their own room in the building, forever. They can stay as long as they want." Tony pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "Or are you not satisfied with your room? I'll give you the authority to change it however you want. Tell Jarvis what you want. Jarvis, do you hear me? "
"Of course, sir."
"I'm not an avenger." White Night saw Tony spread his hands and wanted to say something, but he didn't give him a chance. He continued, "I'm just informing you, not asking for your opinion."
Seeing that White Night's figure was about to disappear around the corner, Jarvis said, "Thor is going back. There's a party tonight. You're going, right?"
"Yes."
"Oh, this kid is still not likable." Tony looked at the empty room and shrugged.
"Miss Potts is already awake. I think you should think about how to explain staying in the lab all night, sir." Jarvis's elegant British accent echoed in the room.
Tony's expression changed. He picked up the plate of desserts and asked, "Do you think desserts will make Pepper feel better?" Of course, he didn't get an answer.
[Good morning. Breakfast is frosted sugar doughnuts. I made them. They're said to be the best doughnuts.]
Hotch saw the message on his phone when he woke up in the morning. It was sent more than an hour ago, but it wasn't even seven yet. He scrolled through the conversation between the two and found that Bruce had made desserts several times in the past few days. He frowned.
Bruce was good at making desserts. He had even owned a dessert shop before. This was something that Hotch had known for a long time. Desserts were Bruce's only culinary skill, and Jack liked them very much. However, there was something that Bruce probably didn't realize. If it wasn't for some agreement or a whim, Bruce would have used desserts as a means to change his mood.
Just like how some people liked to eat a big meal or do some extreme sports when they were in a bad mood, Bruce would make desserts when he was in a bad mood. This was probably because the familiar process of making desserts had become a subconscious way of relaxing, or rather, the delicate and complicated process of making desserts allowed him to control his emotions.
Of course, Bruce's emotions didn't fluctuate much, and Hotch had only seen it two or three times. If Bruce didn't suddenly burst out with a love for desserts, then something must have happened.
Deleting the words "what happened" on the screen one by one, Bruce would talk to him about trivial daily things, but every time he asked Bruce where he was, when he would come back, and what he was doing, Bruce would pretend to be deaf and dumb. Yes, it was a trick to show whether the call was connected or not.
This made Hotch angry and helpless. Maybe Bruce was in trouble and didn't want him to get involved, but weren't they supposed to share everything with each other? They should have a good talk, of course, not now. They should wait for Bruce to come back.
Hotch hesitated for a moment and left a small line on the screen. In fact, he wasn't a person who liked to express himself with words. He preferred to express himself with actions, but based on the current situation …
[I
miss
You.]
oo00oo
In the evening, Tony and the others gathered together to see Thor off. Thor would take the Tesseract back to Asgard, and of course, he would take Loki with him.
A common battle had brought them closer to each other. At the very least, they weren't as hostile as before.
There was a hammer on the table. Yes, of course, it was Mjolnir.
"Only those who are recognized are qualified to lift it. Will the hammer give them power or something like that?" Hawkeye said in a joking tone.
"Yes, that's true."
"You can try." Thor waved at him. Everyone's interest was piqued.
White Night sat and watched them try but couldn't lift it. Natasha smiled and said, "Aren't you going to try, White?"
"No." He wasn't interested at all, and if it really recognized its owner, it was normal for others to not be able to use it.
"Speaking of which, your sword is similar, right? Do you know what's going on? "Natasha remembered the battle between White Night and Thor and said with interest.
"Fingerprint unlock and global positioning?" White Night said in an uncertain tone.
"Looks like you've integrated well into modern life." Natasha raised her glass to him in a teasing manner. No, it should be a bottle. They each held a bottle of beer.
"… Thank you." White Night touched her with the juice in his hand.
"Kid, is your sword so magical? Let's see it."
Wait, why did Hawkeye call him a kid? "I'm not a kid." Bai Ye said in his unique monotonous tone, but for some reason, it felt a little creepy.
"Those who don't drink are all kids." Tony shook the bottle a little mischievously. "Want a bottle?"
"Tony!" Pepper, who was sitting next to Tony, slapped him.
"I'm just kidding. Besides, I've been drinking since I was 15."
"That's you!"
"But your ability isn't like a kid's. It's amazing. Manhattan Large Ice Sculpture Exhibition. What do you think of the name?" Tony took a sip from the bottle and found that the atmosphere suddenly quieted down. Pepper glared at him.
"Excuse me." White Night stood up, his face still expressionless. He went to the kitchen and took out the dumplings he had made from the fridge.
He was just a little hungry and had been craving dumplings for the past few days. Yes, that was it. It definitely wasn't because of the careful, concerned, or pitiful gaze that made him irritated.
Before the water in the pot could boil, there was an unexpected guest in the kitchen.
"I heard about that." Loki's hands were still tied. "What a pity." His expression was sincere, but the curve of his lips didn't say that at all.
During the alien invasion battle, when it was snowing on White Night, Steve had confirmed the situation with the rescue team. The people in the "hard-hit" neighborhoods below the portal had all hidden underground, or at least in buildings. Even if there were a few left, they could only look out for the big picture.
But there had been a mistake. They had only mentioned the people in the disaster and ignored the emergency response team. The army hadn't arrived yet, so they naturally thought that there was no one. As a result, the people who had been fighting the aliens had been turned into ice sculptures along with the aliens.
Although they had been immediately sent for treatment, White Night didn't know much about the aliens' physiques. In order to control the situation, many people had lost their lives after they were defrosted. Dozens of them.
Frey had stopped this. Steve blamed himself very much. He felt that it was his fault for not showing up tonight. They were careful not to mention this topic.
Tony walked in, and Loki's figure disappeared like a ripple. "I've been modifying Mark 7 for the past few days. I didn't sleep or rest and drank a lot. My mind wasn't very clear just now. That's it, do you understand? "
White Night stirred the dumplings in the pot with a long spoon. He could tell that Tony was apologizing.
"I mean, I didn't mean to say that just now —"
White Night put down the spoon and turned to walk towards the door. When he passed by Tony, he looked into his caramel-colored eyes.
don’t
care。”
His voice, his actions, and his appearance were very calm and even cold. The dumplings in the pot made a sound in the boiling water, and this was the only sound in the kitchen. Tony couldn't see any emotion in those black eyes, and felt a chill in his heart.
What he said was true, and there didn't seem to be any guilt, regret, or self-blame. Tony realized that he had never understood the person he jokingly called "kid." He did take care of White Night because of his youthful face, but White Night never needed this.
White Night gave up on the dumplings in the pot whose fillings and skins had been boiled. He had no more reason to stay here, so he turned and left. At the corner, he met a few people who were eavesdropping with different expressions. No one said anything. White Night passed by them and went to the elevator. Just as he was about to walk out of the building, he saw Loki's figure suddenly appear.
"You're very interesting." Loki's smile wasn't mocking like before, but had a certain meaning.
White Night didn't say anything. He directly passed through Loki's figure. Unsurprisingly, Loki disappeared like a ripple.
He had long understood that there would be sacrifices in battle.
It was just some unimportant people.
White Night took out his phone and saw the last message. He suddenly wanted to go to Atlanta. It took him a second to decide to implement this idea.
Identity, Bruce, White Night, go to hell.
He walked on the streets of New York that were still bustling after the war. The night wind blew his hair. Just as he was about to take a deep breath in satisfaction, the bustling crowd suddenly disappeared. The noisy crowd disappeared into the street like a phantom.
"Hello, traveler of time and space."
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