Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

"It's really nostalgic." The system's voice sounded a little comforted by reminiscing about the past, "You've grown up so much before you know it..."

"Hello!" An Chunzhi couldn't help interrupting the occasional unreliable system.

He is still falling down thousands of miles above the sky, unable to stop his figure no matter what, panic and fear in his heart, the system is still here unhurriedly, so scared that An Chunzhi couldn't bear it. Ask aloud:

"System...why can't I fly anymore? No matter how I move, I can't fly anymore."

"Don't worry." The system quickly comforted him, and said thoughtfully, "I think it's probably because...at your age you can't fly yet."

"For example, the anti-gravity skin on your back that allows you to fly has not yet fully evolved." The system said lightly.

"what?!"

Looking at the increasingly clear and approaching city below, if An Chunzhi didn't look like this Ultraman, I'm afraid he would have widened his eyes in despair, "If I control my weight and fall, I will die. If I fall without controlling my weight, the people of New York will die. Is there any other way for me to stop?"

However, the tragedy of his fall did not happen, and a golden light flashed in the air not far below him very quickly—it was a time-space gate.

An Chunzhi fell straight down, and fell into an embrace through the gate of time and space.

"Well——" The person who caught him and held him in his arms made a dull trembling sound in his chest as he spoke, and it was the familiar subwoofer.

"Finally back!" An Chunzhi took a long breath of relief, ignoring him and still hugging Strange's neck.

Holding the unknown object in his arms, Strange pretended to be calm and meditating. After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and asked:

"... Boss An?"

In fact, there is no doubt at all, the child in his arms is simply a shrunken version of Ultraman Tiga, with an expressionless silver round face, glowing eyes, short arms and legs, and a chubby body. Purple-gold-red skin, and a blue indicator light on his chest.

The cloak stood beside him, completely frozen in the posture of raising the corner of the robe and preparing to hug it.

"It's me, Stephen, change me back quickly." An Chunzhi struggled to get back to the ground.

Before he could return to the ground, the Eye of Agomotto hanging on Strange's chest flickered as if the electricity had gone out, the pattern on it closed, and the green light disappeared.

—— Strange staggered a bit, almost fell down under the weight of An Chunzhi who had returned from a sudden change in body shape.

He quickly let go of his hand like an electric shock, and tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened.

"Stephen, what's going on here?" An Chunzhi moved his transformed body, with a bad expression on his face, ready to ask the teacher for his crime.

It's understandable that Strange used the Time Stone to turn him back to his childhood form, but it's also scary to use the time stone to lift him into the sky at the same time.

"..."

Strange frowned, paused for a while and said in a low voice, "Boss Ann, I don't know either."

"Don't know?" An Chunzhi was surprised.

"My original intention was to go back in time, weaken your energy, and then cooperate with the time and space gate to be able to draw with you."

Strange knew that even if Tijia hit casually, he might not be able to withstand it.

"But for some reason, the power of the Eye of Agamotto has been input too much, and it directly turned you back to—" Strange paused suspiciously, "You turned back to how old you were."

"—I probably know what's going on." The system said slowly in An Chunzhi's mind, "Host, it's really not his fault."

But the system seemed to have no intention of explaining, so An Chunzhi had no choice but to hold back the idea of ​​asking.

"Is it because the Eye of Agamotto was too exhausted to change me back?" He asked keenly.

An Chunzhi remembered that before Strange had time to do anything, the Eye of Agomotto was closed.

"It's because I've consumed too much." Strange corrected, "The power of the Eye of Agomotto is endless, and what I consume is how much I can use."

Facts have proved that turning an Ultraman with such a huge real body and weight into the appearance of a child in reverse time is not enough for the current Strange to bear.

It's really not his fault.

An Chunzhi's face softened, and he asked with concern: "Will something happen if you consume too much?"

"It's nothing, this kind of situation actually rarely happens, I can use it again after a short rest." Strange waved his hand, and his face was also very relaxed.

An Chunzhi thought about it, and felt that what Strange said was quite right.

When Doctor Strange used the Eye of Agamotto to deal with Dormammu over and over again in the future, he did not see him exhausted.

"Boss Ann." Strange hesitated for a while before speaking again, with a somewhat interested and hesitant expression on his face, "When I come back from rest, can you cooperate with me and try a few more times?"

"Of course." An Chun agreed.

As long as it doesn't involve the danger just now, making him suddenly turn back into a child is quite novel and interesting in retrospect, and An Chunzhi is eager to try it.

There was a hungry grunt from his stomach suddenly, An Chunzhi covered his stomach, looked up at the time, and suddenly said: "It's already afternoon."

It was already past noon when he woke up, and he hadn't eaten anything, so it's no wonder he wasn't hungry.

Strange's expression moved slightly, and he swiped his palm in the air. On the iron frying platform on the first floor, the rice balls in tomato sauce and cooked shrimps that he had just warmed appeared in the air together with the plates.

Cloak hurriedly picked up the big plate and handed it to An Chunzhi.

"Thank you, Cloak." An Chunzhi said thankfully, picked up a rice ball, wrapped a few shrimps in it and ate it for lunch.

"Although Tony said that he is free in the afternoon, Steve also went to the building today..." An Chunzhi recalled Tony's expression full of danger yesterday, and then became inexplicably timid, swallowed his food and said vaguely ,

"I'd better go tomorrow."

Now that he had made a decision, An Chunzhi took out his phone and dialed Tony, and the person on the other side got through almost without a pause: "Xiao Di?"

"It's like this, Tony... You seem to have a lot of things to do this afternoon. I also have a favor to help a friend. Can I go tomorrow?"

Before Tony could speak, Steve's painful voice came from farther away from the microphone: "Tony—don't you think it's too tight around the waist? Easy to breathe."

"Probably because you have gained weight recently, do you need Jarvis to measure your waist? This uniform is made after the one in your museum..." Tony replied calmly, as if there was no trouble at all. .

After answering, he continued to talk to An Chunzhi, and his tone suddenly became completely different from when he was facing the captain. He seemed to say with a relaxed smile:

"It's ok, Xiao Di. Anyway, the captain should try on the uniform with me for a long time. You can go about your work and come back when you have time."

"Okay...Okay." An Chunzhi's voice of agreement weakened involuntarily.

Steve, I'm sorry for you.

He figured that when Steve came back tonight, he'd better find a way to treat his poor new boyfriend.

……

However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

When night fell and every household turned on the lights and started cooking, Steve walked back to the Ping An Store wearily.

Not physically exhausting.The teammates were all tossing very measuredly, the heaviest ones were the few hits from Tony yesterday, and the bruises would soon fade away——Steve's exhaustion was psychological.

Even if he is a super soldier, he is also a little tired after a hard night without sleep and a day of avoiding trouble.

——But fortunately, he has two dark circles under his eyes. When he went to the Avengers Building today, the Black Widow was taken aback by his haggard appearance. I ran with him for several hours, and finally collapsed on the ground tired and wanted to cry.

Anyway, the trouble is finally over, so I think the result is not bad?

Steve thought so as he pushed open the glass door, the corners of his mouth curled up in a relieved smile.

The next moment, a childish voice with a milky smell sounded in the store, and it sounded menacing: "Sherlock! Don't rub my hair! Put me down!"

Sitting at the counter was the curly-haired Watson, a man whose real name was Sherlock Holmes.At this moment, he was holding a little black-haired boy in his arms—the little boy was also stepping on Sherlock with a wrinkled face in disgust, pushing the curly-haired man's face outward.

"You think I like to hug you?" Sherlock rubbed the top of the little boy's hair nonchalantly, while scolding in that reluctant tone,

"I can't even stand still, and I don't want to sit still."

"Then don't rub my hair at this moment!" The little boy became even more angry, his eyes widened angrily, and his childish voice was almost crying: "Stephen!!"

——Seeing that the child was about three or four years old, even if he stepped on Sherlock, he was only a little taller than Sherlock's hair.The same black hair and black eyes, an Asian face, a small face with baby fat and Ann are printed in the same mold, and no one will believe that they are not their own.

"..." Steve still kept pushing the glass door open, his eyes were shocked and complicated but he was speechless.

The bell on the door rang loudly.

All of them, one big and one small, were attracted by the sound, turned their heads to look over, and couldn't help being quiet, their expressions were a little caught off guard.

Strange came down from the second floor with warm milk, and just after turning the corner, he saw Steve standing at the door without saying a word.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he deliberately asked arrogantly and maliciously: "Little devil, don't you dare to recognize your father when he comes back?"

"D-Dad?!" Steve and the kid stammered almost simultaneously.

Sherlock, who saw everything beside him, sneered uninterestedly and let out a low snort.

"Yeah, Captain, don't you know? Ann just told me today, as long as Ultraman—" Strange rolled his eyes, and just halfway through his teasing words, he heard a cry of pain beside him .

——It was the furious little boy who wanted to rush over and stomp on his feet, but when he jumped off Sherlock's knees, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Uh... Ultraman will become smaller as long as he is illuminated by the Eye of Agamotto, even in human form... the same." Strange's arrogance was instantly extinguished.

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he hurriedly asked after barely explaining, "Boss An, are you okay?"

"..."

An Chunzhi, who was held up by the cloak, held his nose expressionlessly.

"...Ann?" Steve looked at him hesitantly and distressed.

An Chunzhi looked unusually calm.

His other hand let go of the cloak, and patted Strange's shoulder lightly, with a calm and gentle tone:

"I'm fine. Stephen, don't worry - I haven't said hello to my dad yet."