[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Good morning, John." Oliver was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, helping Dr. Banner to check his experimental data, "It should be morning in England now?"

"Yes, it's ten o'clock in the morning. Mrs. Hudson just finished her patch." John's voice sounded tired.

"So is there anything I can do to help?" Oliver asked.

"Have you been in the United States this month?"

"Yes, what? Mycroft is willing to let Sherlock leave the UK, or is there some case here that attracts Sherlock to come here?"

"Neither." Watson paused for a few seconds, "Sherlock is dead."

"Well, wait, can you repeat what you just said?"

"Sherlock is dead." John's voice was hoarse and trembling, "I wonder if he came to you, or Mycroft?.

John didn't want to give up that little bit of hope, but reality slapped him hard, and that little bit of hope never existed.

"He hasn't been here, would you like to tell me the details? For example, Moriaty, is he dead too?" Oliver hoped that what happened was the story he knew in his previous life.

"Well, Moriaty is dead too, he shot himself in the head and half of his head was blown off, I don't think there's any chance of him being alive, but Sherlock..."

It didn't sound like Sherlock's death was too tragic, and Oliver didn't know how to comfort John, "My condolences go with the flow."

"Sherlock jumped from upstairs, and I watched him jump with my own eyes. It was only one street away at the time, he called me, stood on the top of the building and watched me, and I looked up at him, and then A bicycle hit me and when I got up he was on the street."

"Have you examined the body?"

"Well, that's Sherlock."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Oliver is now certain that it was Sherlock's death in the original show. Of course Sherlock didn't die. In fact, he doesn't know why, but what is certain is that Moriaty died thoroughly, and Sherlock left London This period of time is to clean up the Moriaty remnants in Europe.

"Is Mrs. Hudson all right?" Oliver asked.

"She was sad too, we attended the funeral together. She's making tea now, and Mrs. Hudson hasn't figured out whether to clean up Sherlock's laboratory equipment yet."

So John is still in 211b now, Oliver thought about the various monitoring measures of 221b from the British government.Decided not to die and reveal the news to Watson, God knows what the military doctor will do after knowing the truth?

Since he dared to punch Sherlock in the face after his return, Oliver believed that he would also dare to go to the European continent to find Sherlock after hearing the news.

This is obviously not what the two Holmes hoped.

"Keep them all, even as a souvenir," Oliver said, "You know, Sherlock won't leave, he's always been there."

He could only mention a few very cryptic words, and maybe John would take this as a consolation.

"Anderson thinks so too, he's been looking for cases that might be related to Sherlock." John smiled wryly, "but Lestrade didn't believe him either."

This is probably the legendary black to deep natural powder, right?

"Like I said, he's not leaving. Why not go and talk to Anderson? Let's just… take it as a pin."

"Thank you..." John was silent for a while and hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, another number from London, England called Oliver's mobile phone, which made Oliver feel a little bad. He pressed the center of his eyebrows, thinking that what he said just now was just a normal way to comfort him after he had just experienced the loss of a spouse. Normal statement for middle-aged male in pain.

"Hello."

"This is Mycroft Holmes, Mr. Williams, and I would like to check with you on some matters. What do you think of Sherlock's death?"

"...very subtle design. Even though I don't know what your brother's ultimate purpose is, I have to praise Sherlock's death design again. He knew that if he didn't die in front of John, John would stop at nothing to find out the truth , even if he's a poor learner of Sherlock's methods."

Only when Sherlock told John about his own death and let John witness everything happened with his own eyes, would the stubborn military doctor believe it all.

As the only variable, Oliver has a sufficient alibi.

"But you're going to hurt John's feelings by doing this."

"That's Sherlock's business."

"I thought that as an older brother, you would be more worried about Sherlock's marriage?"

"I've been paying attention to this. When Sherlock was ten years old, I concluded that it would be difficult for him to find a partner in his life. John's appearance was a surprise."

"Mr. Williams, stop here."

"Busy at work lately?" Oliver asked, and it was rare for Mycroft to end matters concerning his brother as quickly as this time.

"Recently, I have been very busy with work, and the historical problems left over from the north have been exposed, and the accident has involved the power organs of the United States. Finally, I heard that you have joined the Avengers, so I think we still have a chance to meet. Goodbye."

"Good job, Mr. Holmes."

Oliver stared at the screen of the phone that was gradually blacking out, held this position for a few seconds to confirm that no one would call in, and then put the phone away.

Thor said before that he would come over in the next few days, but he hasn't been seen yet, probably because he hasn't escaped from the shadow that his Thor's hammer will be lifted easily, Oliver guessed.

"Good morning, Biscuitman." Tony walked in, his feet floating.

"Are you calling me?" Oliver froze at the name.

"Who else would you have? Oreo, I heard someone calling you that."

"Well, but don't call me that, this name has a special meaning."

"What do you mean?" Tony reached for the refrigerator and started rummaging for food, sticking his head into it.

"Probably similar to mysweetheart." Oliver thought for a while.

"Oh, that's fine, it doesn't have to be called that, after all I have too many sweethearts. Why is there no food in the fridge?" Tony complained to Jarvis.

Oliver walked over and glanced at the refrigerator filled with all kinds of fresh vegetables and unprocessed food, and looked at Tony speechlessly, "Are you still awake?"

"of course."

"You just said good morning to me, but it's already afternoon." Oliver looked at Tony's dark circles that had deepened again and the oil-stained overalls vest, and stretched out five fingers to shake in front of Tony's eyes, looking at his eyeballs As the fingers twirled, "How long have you not slept?

Tony waved his hand and didn't answer the question directly, "I'm doing new research in the lab."

"Jarvis?"

"Sir has not closed his eyes for 50 hours. He has been drinking coffee and has not eaten a meal."

Oliver took a breath and asked Tony, who looked indifferent and didn't take his body seriously at all: "I'll repeat my question just now, Tony, are you still awake?"

"Of course, I still remember the takeout call from the fried chicken place. I think I need them to send one, no, two fried chicken and coke. More ice, I'm starving to death now."

"Your stomach can't take it."

"So, I don't order takeaway, can you cook for me?"

Oliver sighed, "I don't want to be charged with murder yet."

He walked around Tony, grabbed some ingredients from the fridge, and headed to the kitchen.

"Murder? I remember Lily saying that you are a good crafter. Although your mother is British, wait a minute, didn't you say no murder? Why did we go to the kitchen?"

Oliver chopped off the thick beef stock with the wide-handled kitchen knife in his hand. The blade sank into the sticky board. The crisp and clear sound had some echoes. Obviously, this not-so-small but not-so-big kitchen did not have the conditions to form an echo. Tony saw Seeing his half-smiley expression, he trembled.

"British food can't kill you, but if you really want to try it, Tony Stark, I can do it too. As for murder, I want to tell you that if you don't eat, you will really die here."

"Oh." Tony, who suddenly lost his threat, shrugged, "This time, the previous record hasn't been broken yet."

"Then I hope you will never break that record." Oliver melted butter in a pan, then added chopped onions and bone-in beef, the sound of sizzling and the smell of beef and butter, and the smell of oil stars Smoke drifted from the pot, and Tony leaned over to inhale.

"I'm thinking about one thing, Oliver, can your mutant ability allow your body not to eat or rest, after all, your energy does not come from yourself but from the outside world."

"can."

"That's awesome. If I also have this ability, then my experiment can be completed several times faster."

Oliver watched the water boil in another pot and put the frozen pasta in, "But I never do that." Oliver continued. "I still get hungry and sleepy too. If a person works 36 hours a day, or not necessarily work, if he stays awake all day for a whole year, that person goes crazy. Even if his The body doesn't need rest, so does his mind. If time is endless, it will only bring hopelessness and boredom. So, when I am awake long enough, my mind will remind me that by this time you should be sleepy , you need to go to rest."

"Mom told us to cherish the time."

"I'm not your mother, and there is no difference between endless waking and endless slumber. You are trapped in a state forever, unable to change, which will only make people miserable. By the way, you eat black Pepper and basil?"

"Why not? It would be even better with more cheese."

Oliver put the cooked pasta on a plate and added some condiments to the sauce in the pan.

"Smells better than the cook I used to have."

"Chef? Was there a chef in Avengers Tower before? Why did he fire him? Seriously, I think you need a chef, or a bunch of them, 24/[-], the kind that drags you into the dining room as soon as you walk out of the lab .”

"This sounds terrible. I didn't fire him, but he resigned and left, saying that he would go back to retire when he was too old, and couldn't stand the exciting life of superheroes. There is another one, he didn't completely resign, but he stayed downstairs all the time. A couple of floors didn't want to come up—after he'd met the Hulk once."

"Is that why you stole Dr. Banner's nuts?" Oliver laughed.

"How can you say stealing? I took it openly that time. Like this." Tony twisted a noodle with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

"So Dr. Banner let Hulk out in an open and aboveboard way."

"Oh my god, did Banner even tell you that?" Tony rubbed his forehead.

"Experimental data needed."

Oliver drizzled the caramel-colored, appetizing-looking sauce from the pan over the prepared sides.Sprinkle some grated cheese, and then the heat of the pasta and sauce melts the cheese. A whole layer of thick cheese covers the surface of the sauce and pasta. It is thick and smooth, and the unique aroma teases people's taste buds.

"I think I should hire you as the head chef at the Avengers Mansion."

Stark picked up the fork that Oliver put on the tablecloth, and picked up a piece of cheese. The long and continuous stringing is irresistible for every cheese lover. The dark sauce and meat pieces penetrate into the crispy noodles , the perfect combination of salty, black pepper and cheese.

I don't have the time and energy to prepare food for every child in the kindergarten. "

"What do you think the captain will think when he hears that?" Tony said playfully.

"As the patriarch of the Avengers, he will agree with me." Oliver said meaningfully.

Tony ate quickly, probably really hungry.But he was able to find a little space to say, "I think it's time for a bottle of wine, Jarvis?"

"Okay, sir."

The little clumsy gliding past with an ice bucket full of ice cubes and champagne, Tony took two wine glasses, but quickly put one back, "Almost forgot you don't drink, don't you think that's a bit weird? You can not eat or sleep but you can not drink, Natasha said, you do not smoke, and more importantly, you do not even drink coffee! I heard that the work intensity of BAU is very high, how did you survive? Your ability comes from theory Said it can completely decompose alcohol. Why?"

Oliver froze for a moment, he didn't think about this question, "I don't know, it's just that after drinking these drinks, my ability will amplify my five senses, it feels very uncomfortable, and at that time I couldn't drink as much as I do now. With such precise control, I haven't tried to use my ability to accelerate the decomposition in my body since then... You are right, I should be able to decompose alcohol."

"How about a drink?" Tony asked tentatively.

"Forget it today." Oliver shook his head.

"What about the pasta? Can I have another order, Chef?"

Oliver took away the plate and handed it to the intelligent robot responsible for cleaning the kitchen, "Eating too much before going to bed is not easy to digest."

"Before going to bed? I didn't say that I was going to go to bed. My experiment is still a part of it."

"Then finish it when you wake up. Tomorrow, no, I guess you have to sleep until the day after tomorrow."

"I just drank coffee, how could I fall asleep"

"You will." Oliver patted Tony on the shoulder, which made Tony feel bad. Sure enough, the next moment Tony felt a wave of drowsiness flooding his brain, his eyelids closed uncontrollably, and his consciousness quickly blurred and threw him into the in sleep.

Oliver grabbed Tony's collar quickly with his eyes and hands, preventing him from falling directly to the ground, and the back of his head made intimate contact with the cold floor.

Oliver was thinking about what to do with Tony, after all he didn't have permission to Tony's bedroom, when he heard a knock on the glass from the French window.

"Need help? Mr. Williams." Peter's cheerful voice sounded. Oliver admitted that he was taken aback. After all, this place is more than 200 meters above the ground, and a person suddenly appeared from the window, which is really scary.

"Jarvis, can these glass be opened?" Oliver quickly got rid of the emotion just now.

"Of course." Jarvis replied politely.

When Tony was controlled by Oliver to fall asleep, he didn't speak a word. Sir, it was time for him to sleep. Jarvis carefully looked at the information he had searched on death cases caused by fatigue. Although these did not make Tony Stark shrink back in any way, Jarvis did Very worried.

But he didn't have a body, well, even if he had a body, he couldn't drag Tony out of the lab and throw him on the bed to force him to sleep, Tony would probably shut him down.Not being able to see Sir was the worst thing for Jarvis, even if he was shut down and couldn't continue computing.

"Mr Parker used to come in through the windows, so he changed all the windows to openable.

Peter hopped in lightly in his red and blue uniform, and Oliver held onto Tony's shoulders to keep the sleeping Tony from slipping off.

Tony is small and not very heavy. Oliver swears in good conscience that he's not at Black Iron Man's height.

Hey, where is my conscience?

"Can you help me take Tony back to the bedroom?"

Peter took Tony carefully, "Promise to complete the task," he said in a low voice, or he thought he was speaking in a low voice, but in fact, his voice was no different from normal speaking, "Promise Mission accomplished, but, Mr Williams, will I wake Mr Stark?"

Oliver smiled and patted Peter on the head, "Don't worry, he won't wake up until his brain has had enough rest."

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When Oliver said this at the time, he really didn't expect it to come true.

At night, New York City was still brightly lit. Standing on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, Oliver could even see the lights of the ferry on the East River.

The Falcon came back from his mission, and the Avengers got together again to have a small atmosphere. It’s not a party. After all, Tony’s not there, so no matter how you play, you can’t play that crazy atmosphere. By the way, let Sam know Check out your new teammates.

"Why isn't Tony here today? He's going to miss a party. And you guys are willing to throw a party without Tony?" Sam had a look of disbelief on his face.

"He's sleeping. Maybe he's too tired from the experiment." Banner replied calmly.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, not quite believing the result, and turned to look at Oliver, who spread his hands, hiding his merit and fame.

The purple-red sky dyed by lights was torn apart by a blinding lightning bolt, and thunder rumbled.

Sam looked up, and I don't remember the weather forecast calling for rain or thunder tonight. "

"The guy who came with the thunder and lightning came to the earth again."

At this time, Jarvis also reminded intimately, "Mr. Thor's elevator is still three floors away."

In the blink of an eye, Thor walks in, his hammer in hand, laughing, "Good evening, my friends."

For some reason, Oliver felt that Thor didn't look right today, his usual smile was straightforward but masculine, unlike today, he looked unusually silly.

Thor only paused strangely when his eyes caught Oliver, and quickly looked away, probably because the aftereffect of lifting the hammer hadn't disappeared.

Oliver didn't think any more, and raised the wine glass in his hand to him in a happy mood, which contained soda.But this time Thor doesn't try to persuade him to drink a beer.

Peter made a strange sound of confusion, which got Natasha's idea "What's the matter, little spider?"

Peter was used to the Avengers calling him that, even Lily and Wanda, who were younger than him, used it.He could only comfort himself by saying that only Mr. Stark could call a baby spider by that name.

"I didn't expect Mr. Thor to be so happy? I heard he broke up with his girlfriend Jane? He is really optimistic."

"Breakup, when did it happen?" Natasha noticed this keenly, remembering that when Thor came, he said he was looking for Jane.

"Recently," Peter said, "and Mr. Thor should be in London by now."

Natasha beckoned Oliver to come over, and she continued to ask Peter, "So sure? We don't know anything about it, and there is no news on the Internet."

Oh, Thor is now an Internet celebrity, as popular as Captain America and Iron Man, plus he rarely comes to Earth, once the hungry fans see a little news about him, it's like a shark smelling blood, The ferocity of the momentum made both Natasha and Clint, who specialize in intelligence, feel ashamed.

"Uh, Harry, he went to England to discuss a business, and saw a street newspaper reporting on this matter, and there was a picture of Thor being drowned by Jane's pot of water, I swear with my camera That picture is not synthetic. And there is a follow-up report, Harry sent it to me this afternoon, the content is probably that Thor is still lingering under the window of his girlfriend after breaking up, which shows his affection. Mr. Thor's expression looks very lonely and Confused. I know he can fly to New York in a few minutes, but how can he be so happy?"