He knew he was dreaming right now.

Running through the long, damp corridors, the rocks on the □□ on either side are roughly polished, constantly oozing out of the melting snow of the Alps. He gasped, his throat almost choked, his shadows flickering in the dim light, and the occasional roar or two of an underground river could be heard.

He kept running, running, always shaking off the huge shadows that kept coming behind him. Like the mouth of a man-eating monster, if you pause for a moment, you will be swallowed into the darkness from which you will never recover.

There seemed to be a hollow sound of wind ahead, revealing a light or two that made people almost want to cry. His spirits struck and he rushed towards the exit in spite of a single qiē, trying to escape from a fate that had been suppressed to the point of despair.

But when he finally stumbled to find the path of light, and the next corner would lead to eternal relief, he saw a thin, blond figure standing against the light, long metal wings spread out behind her, eyes sharp and contemptuous, as if looking down on the tiny king from above.

"Where are you going, West?"

She seemed to open her mouth, her voice drowned out by the roar of the blade breaking through the air. Countless metal feathers whistled from behind her, and the sunlight that could be reached out of their hands pierced deep into every throbbing corner of the blood bones.

In an instant, blood splattered.

“！！！！！”

He woke up, and the bed creaked at the sudden movement. West stared at the endless darkness in front of him for a long time before finally realizing that he had just woken up from another same nightmare.

Reaching out, he struggled to find the water glass at the head of the bed, but knocked it to the ground with an uncontrollable trembling sound.

…… Maybe I need to study hard and learn how a blind man should live.

The fingertip reflex curls up for a moment, pressing a pale, tiny indentation in the palm of the palm. West thought so, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Adelaide's deprivation of the five senses is truly unparalleled. It does not act physically, destroying the vision of the miè by means of destruction, but is rooted in the depths of consciousness like a psychological suggestion, and one cannot escape the fate of blindness even if he is unscathed—his psychic abilities are far less powerful than that of the girl, and this suggestion cannot be eradicated by self-hypnosis, so that unless someone more mentally powerful than Adelaide dies, or someone more mentally powerful than her helps, he will always wander in a world without light, never to be free.

Not to mention......

"Whoa."

In the silence of the room, a deep male voice suddenly sounded. Immediately, something cold gently touched the back of the hand. West froze, tilting his head towards the source of the sound, feeling his palms being stuffed into a glass full of water at the same time.

"Thanks, Bond."

It's easy to identify the comer from the brainwaves. The boy nodded in thanks, took a few sips from his cup, and finally felt that his throat, which had been burning since he woke up, felt better.

"You've been sleeping for two days, Cat."

Standing on the edge of the bed, quietly watching as West fumbled to put the quilt back on the bedside, 007 carefully observed every trace of emotion on his face, and said almost cautiously, "Do you need anything?" ”

As he expected. The boy just shook his head, and then lowered his eyes, his brow filled with a silent indifference like ice and snow.

Knowing that he is not feeling good now, but he can't help with anything, 007 can only sigh helplessly:

"You really don't need me to contact that Mr. Lanshel, or Professor X for you?"

He knew that West was unaccompanied, and that it would not be good for him to be alone in the medical department of MI6. Whether it was about the blindness, or what he had heard intermittently about the boy's own grievances and the pain in his heart, what he needed most now was the care of his family and friends, rather than standing in loneliness and hatred, huddled in an empty corner and waiting for the wound to heal.

Thinking so, they even decided that if the teenager refused again, he would collude with Q to secretly tell everyone they could contact about West. But what Bond didn't talk about was that after a long and oppressive silence, West suddenly laughed softly, and his unfocused gaze was scattered in the direction of 007 again, and the shadow that was once as bright and gentle as the breeze could still be faintly seen.

"You know, because I'm deprived of my vision and can't see with my eyes, I'm probably more ...... to the brain waves of the people around me now than I normally Susceptible. ”

The pale fingertips tapped lightly on the corners of his forehead, and West 'looked' at Bond, who was still unknown, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a slight arc:

"So, you can 'hear' it...... What do you want to do with Q? Including the quartermaster's couch that he has been complaining about since the beginning, because he didn't listen to the command again, and as a result, he slept on the quartermaster's couch? ”

“……”

I finally heard that this guy was actually teasing himself. Mr. 007, who had been rushed to the study with the two cats by an angry Q for several days in a row, touched his nose in embarrassment and coughed, trying to hide the slight embarrassment on his face.

Soon, he realized that the young man in front of him was not visible now, and that he didn't really need to do it at all.

"I'm not as strong, but I'm not as fragile as you think, Bond."

The wind of twilight blows through the open window, wrapping around his fingers. Feeling the residual warmth of the sunlight scattered in the air, West spread out his right hand and let the frozen fragments of light slowly fall into his palm. It seems that in this way, you can warm every inch of your blood that has been frozen by the cold, and you can heal every scar on your heart that has been scratched more than once.

He tilted his head and smiled slightly:

"Of course, if you must feel that I need help right now, you might as well give me a phone call...... After all, he's probably the only one I can think of now. ”

"Who?" 007 raised an eyebrow.

"Stark, Iron Man—Tony Stark."

……

Accompanied by the unique roar of S.H.I.E.L.D. Kun fighters. After a slight jolt, the transport plane from across the ocean landed on the tarmac on the roof of the Avengers Tower, and folded its wings from the middle to reduce the footprint.

The belly door slowly opened, and the wind poured in with the smell of reinforced concrete characteristic of New York. West let go of his clenched handrail, took a deep breath, and used the information from the air currents around him to avoid obstacles, and walked down the gangway alone.

"Hey, my friend!! Tony told me to pick you up, why did you come down by yourself?! ”

As soon as he stood still on the tarmac, before he could find out which direction the entrance was, a hearty laugh rang in his ears. Immediately, I felt my body fall into a rather strong and powerful embrace. West smiled, and reluctantly patted Thor's hard biceps, and it was easy to feel his happiness without any pretense from the brainwaves of this big man, as well as ...... Apprehension.

"I'm fine, Thor." Of course, knowing that Tony was not worried about him alone, even if there was Jarvis everywhere in the building, he was afraid that he would lose his way because he couldn't see, and West rarely raised the corners of his mouth sincerely.

"Why is it okay, I can't see in my eyes, do you still call it okay?"

He slapped the boy on the shoulder, almost hitting him to the ground. Thor frowned disapprovingly, handed the corner of his coat to West, slowed his pace and led him towards the entrance to the rooftop:

"You don't know what scared us when you called, Tony wanted to pick you up in person, but he couldn't get out of here, so he ...... You know he's never been a fan of the agent profession, whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or that MI6. ”

"I understand."

The heart said that he was just blind and not amnesia, and he knew how to walk without pulling the corners of his clothes. West touched his nose, but he also received the kindness of his companion, and followed him into the elevator: "However, you said that Tony really can't leave...... Isn't the situation here not very optimistic? ”

"It's not going to be easy anyway. After all, Hydra is already very difficult to deal with, and with the bionic soldiers provided by Dr. Yi, it can be tricky at times...... However, it is always better than you. ”

Meaning glanced at the young man's eyes, which were once as blue as gems, but now hollow and gray, Thor sighed heavily, and began to regret a little that he had left him alone in England to deal with those reformers - as for why he said 'also', it wasn't because after hanging up the phone in the morning, Stark couldn't help but get angry and smashed the real yàn room once.

"Ding-"

Before West could ask anything in detail, the elevator they took was already at their destination. Walked into Tony's studio with Thor, because he could only judge from the brain waves that Stark was indeed behind his real stage and couldn't see his expression, West naturally wouldn't know, watching him walk slowly with the corner of Thor's clothes, what kind of complex expression was on the face of the maverick Iron Man, who seemed to be choked.

"Tony, someone brought it to you. There's still something going on over there in the Divine Domain, so I'll go first. ”

In the end, he heartily gave the boy a bear hug, and Thor nodded at Iron Man, who said he knew, and said happily:

"Don't worry too much about your eyes. If there is really no way to do it in the end, I can take you back to Asgard for treatment, and I will definitely be able to give you back your sight! ”

“…… Thanks a lot. Even if Thor had pinched it, he was still terrible and didn't slow down for a long time, West moved his shoulders with difficulty, and casually thanked Thor who didn't know where to go.

"If there's no other choice in the end, that's a way to go...... If you are not afraid of being put to death by those so-called 'gods'. ”

Fiddling with his gadgets in his hand, Tony had bruises from working for more than ten hours in his eyes, and did not look up, motioning for West to go to the sofa and sit down, as if he didn't remember that he was blind now, and couldn't see where the sofa was at all.

"Okay."

You can't see it, but you can tell which direction the room is placed by the flow of air. He remembered that Tony's studio and the sofa had always been very close to each other, and since Tony's brain waves were now behind one of the larger objects, the smaller one next to him should be the sofa he was looking for, right?

Thinking so, he walked without hesitation. When West touched the soft fabric under his palm, he knew he had guessed correctly.

"It's kind of interesting."

Just as Wess nodded, ready to find a suitable place to sit down. Tony, who was walking behind him at some point, suddenly made a noise, and he turned around in fright, almost hitting Stark like that.

"You can tell by guò brain waves that I'm the only one in the whole studio, or you can tell where the sofa is placed by guò airflow, but you can't also find me coming after you? Mental power is compromised? ”

He grabbed the boy by the arm and pressed him into the couch. Tony propped his hands on the backrest, looked condescendingly at West, who looked out of condition, and there seemed to be a flash in his eyes:

"Jarvis just told me that your eyes were not damaged by any external force, and it should have been caused by a mental attack such as psychological suggestion. So, sue me, Wei ...... A mutant trapped by psychic abilities, knowing that his adoptive father can unravel this hint for him, why doesn't he just go home and ask for help, and instead come to the Avengers Mansion, which can't help you in any way? ”

“……”

was a little stunned by Tony's series of cross-examinations that pointed to the point. West rubbed the throbbing corners of his forehead, and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud bell.

"Help me hang up, Jarvis."

Without raising his head or asking whose phone it was, the brown-haired boy did not hesitate to speak. And it seems that there have been many such scenes along the way, and the intelligent AI has not said anything, just silently listening to Mr. Xavier Jr. Soon, the mobile phone that had been cut off from communication was quiet again, and it was casually thrown on the low table by the owner.

"Who called you?"

Without waiting for permission, he scooped up West's phone. Looking at the fourteen missed calls from Charles Xavier, Tony's eyes widened in disbelief, and he really didn't know whether to complain that this guy dared to hang up his father's phone, or that Professor X would actually use his phone to find his son instead of going directly to Cereboro:

“…… Wei, has it been time for your rebellion? ”

"I can't see it now, but I can break your jaw with my bare hands."

He pulled out a few crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket, and could vaguely tell from the yellowed edges that it had been a few years. West curled listlessly on the couch and waved his hand at Iron Man, motioning for him to come and see for himself.

"Didn't you ask me why I didn't go home? Here's why, Tony...... Perhaps, we can also talk about whether you have discovered something at that time that made me have to go to the Oxford Department of Biology to find Elijah's Codex? ”