"Your mutant abilities just got out of hand."

"I didn't ......"

"It's weak, and you stopped it in time, but you did get out of control." Eric kept his eyes on Charles and said, "Tell me what you saw." ”

"No, I didn't see anything." Charles shook his head, he exhaled slowly, making the beating heart no longer beat so violently, his hand holding the wheelchair clenched slightly, and said, "It was just an accident, I'm sure it didn't affect anyone." ”

Eric's gaze swept over Nick's group as they chatted beside him, still smiling and smiling, as if they hadn't noticed anything.

Ordinary people are usually insensitive to what is happening in the spiritual world, and even if their minds pause for a moment at the same time, it is difficult for them to perceive that they are being affected.

Charles had a great control over his abilities, and at the very moment when the brainstorm began, he reduced its influence to a level that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

"Who are you in touch with again?" Eric knew Charles too well, and although it was a question, his tone was firm, and he continued: "What terrible memories have affected you?" ”

"Charles." Eric rarely called Charles by his code name, which was enough to show his concern, he slowed down his hand movements, and said: "You're not a young man in your twenties anymore, and the fact that you can still be stimulated by it must be extremely scary, but you know, you can tell me as you did then, I was never scared." ”

Charles seemed to hesitate for a moment, the desire to confide lingered in his heart and shifted to his throat, but finally he shook his head and said, "I don't think it's serious enough to get to that point, I think I can go ......"

"Is the starch better?" Nick walked over and asked, he gently shook the plate in his hand and said, "Wet fried chicken is indispensable for water starch, the chicken breast has been cut, and it will be ready for cooking soon." ”

Eric handed him the bowl in his hand, and Nick keenly observed that Charles's face was not very good, so he asked with concern, "Professor Charles, what's wrong?" Feeling unwell? ”

"It's nothing, maybe I just drank a few sips of herbal tea and it made my stomach a little uncomfortable." Charles just made an excuse at random, but Nick raised his eyebrows and said with some confusion: "Isn't there something wrong with our water source?" Natasha also said that she drank too much cold water and had a stomachache. ”

Nick shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "A Russian guy actually has a stomachache because of drinking cold water, I think she was stunned by Schiller!" ”

Charles immediately put his eyes on Nick's face and asked with a very serious expression, "...... Natasha and Schiller?" ”

"She called it hunting." Nick shrugged his shoulders and said in a disapproving tone, "I did a little bit of precaution and hoped they wouldn't mess around too much." ”

"Where is Natasha now?"

"She played cards with the ladies in the house." Nick smiled and said, "She can play with them too, okay, I'm going to hot oil, and there's a bunch of ingredients to be disposed of." ”

In the end, Charles finds Natasha at the back of the house, but before Natasha can spot him, he pushes his wheelchair along the side of the house silently, and then hears Natasha and Rockie's voices coming from the bushes behind the house.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to stay away from Schiller, Miss Rogie, I've already stressed this to Gwen, we have to have a first-come-first-served one, right?"

"Please, Natasha, are you mistaken?! You've had countless opportunities to catch up with Schiller in the past few years, and you've given up, only to jump out and warn me now? ”

"Believe it or not, he's my prey now, and if you don't stay away from him, I'm afraid I'll have to warn you in a more drastic way."

"How can you ......"

"I'll tell Thor to climb Dr. Schiller's bed, and trust me, even if he wants you to be a couple with Schiller, he will never allow you to be so frivolous and sloppy."

Charles kept drawing crosses on his chest, apparently making up a dozen more sequels in his head, and finally he heard Loki say, "Okay, but I have to warn you that Hela is more interested in powerful women than men who like intelligence and gentleness, and she's eyeing you." ”

"You don't need to be reminded, aren't you Asgardians in the same vein? One more thing I have to warn you about, Gwen is underage and Captain America won't let you mess around. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, if he comes to me, I'll tell him you want to hook up with him and Agent Carter, respectively, you've thought about doing that, right?"

"You're not far behind Hela and Thor."

Ten minutes later, Eric, who was preparing the barbecue sauce, saw a sluggish Charles slowly walking over in a wheelchair.

"What's wrong with you?" Eric asked, frowning.

"Oh God...... I mean...... Oh, God! Charles opened his mouth wide, then closed it again, and then opened his mouth again and said, "...... Oh, God! ”

When Charles finally came back to his senses, he looked at Eric, he could barely suppress his desire to spread gossip, Professor X, who was always self-denying, finally couldn't hold back this time, and planned to indulge himself once, so he quickly came to Eric's side, lowered his voice and said, "You don't even know what I just heard......"

After Schiller had processed the last of the fish for the slippery fillet, he went to the makeshift cooktop that Nick had set up and began to prepare the seasonings for cooking, but at this time Thor strode over, braked sharply in front of the stove, and looked at Schiller with a serious frown.

"What's wrong? Thor? Schiller looked up.

"Hmm......" Tolto made a long sound, his face relaxed, he touched his nose and said, "That, that's what I want to say, in fact, you know that Rockie and Sif have some contradictions, and then she also had some contradictions with Hela before, so, so ......"

Schiller nodded forward and looked at Thor to signal that he was listening, and Thor hesitated for a long time before he said, "I know the two of them are not the kind of people who will speak ill of people behind their backs, especially Sif Shef, she doesn't know how many times she has troubled Rogie." ”

"Of course, Logie was a bit bad before, she broke Sif Sif hair, and was chased and beaten by Sif deserved, and that time with Hela, she did some unreasonable behavior towards Hela, and they should be angry."

Thor was at a loss for words, as if his newly improved English had fallen back into place, with some Old English and Asgardian mixed in, as if he was trying to embellish his straightforward language.

"Of course." Schiller grease the pot with a brush, and said: "It is inevitable that everyone's opinion of other people is influenced by their own likes and dislikes, and it is inevitable that it is unfair, but I think that the Asgardian royals are not narrow-minded people, and your bold and straightforward personality has a unique charm, and I am of course willing to bear some extra rash words for the sake of this charm." ”

Thor couldn't figure out how a man could have said so tactfully and politely, but he did miraculously understand what Schiller meant, and if he had to say it, I wouldn't have cared if anyone said anything for the sake of you foolish cuties.

"Uh, no, I actually mean that I think you have a good opinion of Rockie, that's all, there's no need to change it."

Thor searched for a few more words, and tried to make sure he meant them, and he believed that Schiller could hear them.

Whether Schiller heard it or not, at least he acted as if he understood, nodded and smiled at Thor: "I have always adhered to my own judgment and opinion, and I will not absorb unjudged and biased opinions, so you need not worry about that." ”

"The skewers are all done." Nick walked over and clapped his hands, patting the charcoal dust off his hands, apparently he had just tried to bake two skewers, and said, "The charcoal fire is in just the right place, and some dishes that need to be served hot can be prepared." ”

Schiller nodded, wiped the water on his hand with the towel next to him, and then focused on cooking, while Thor muttered something, still seemed a little worried.

They set up two tables under the canopy in front of the tent, put them together, and then one dish after another was served.

The main course is a steaming charcoal-grilled steak, the still-reddish beef is branded with a checkered net, followed by a large pot of borscht that has long been hung over the fire, with plenty of vegetables in it, especially tomatoes, and a rich, salty and sweet aroma that wafts in the wind.

Gwen's favorite not-so-healthy fried products were also served, fried chicken, fried fish, fried potatoes, and a snack platter served on a large white porcelain plate, which looked full of color and flavor.

This is followed by pasta topped with tomato soup, grilled fish kneaded with coarse salt until flavorful, grilled fish head with cream cheese, and raw squid with boiled cheese.

Of course, Schiller's Chinese dishes are indispensable, such as tender and fragrant slippery fish fillets, stir-fried squid, fresh fish soup, and even a fish head cake.

Nick moved the oven to the edge of the table so that it was convenient to eat while kebabs, and the skewers were divided into several flavors, namely the spicy flavor brushed with Mexican hot sauce, the plain original flavor marinated with black peppers, and the sweet and sour flavor with lemon juice and sweet custard sauce, which fully cated to the different tastes of different people.

The people in the middle of the camp began to call for companionship, calling back the others who weren't here, and Steve hung the electric string of lights on the pole in the middle of the canopy to make everything look bright.

The ladies ran out of the house like the wind, and Gwen Spider-Man was especially agile in the wind, and she almost scurried to the table, leaning her head over like a hungry young beast and sniffing the food on the table.

"Be careful, don't let your hair fall into the dish." Schiller said as he divided the plate.

"Then I'll have a hunch." Gwen ran to the other side of the table again, began to look at a few other dishes, took out her phone and took a wild picture, and then began to stretch out her hand to beckon others to sit down and take a group photo.

A party always needs a lively person to liven up the atmosphere, and Gwen Spider-Man is clearly the perfect party violator.

She began to quickly ask who liked to eat what flavor of food, arranged a place for them, ran back to get a napkin in front of everyone, took out her mobile phone and asked everyone to take a group photo with their proud work, and then let everyone get together to take a group photo, shuttling through the crowd, like an excited dog, if she had a tail now, she should have waged out the afterimage.

"Stop for a moment, miss." Schiller said a little helplessly, he pointed to the spot vacated for Gwen and said, "Sit down and eat." ”

Gwen Spider-Man put down her phone with some reluctance and said, "I'm going to let the Spider-Man of the whole universe know that I'm having dinner with you, and now the news has just spread to the former 72nd universe." ”

"I think if you don't put your phone down, the spelling mistakes in your paper will definitely spread farther."

"God, don't do that, Dean Schiller, you're going to make me start thinking about transferring to Dean Charles!"

As the sky darkened, Nick began to recount the memories of the Roaring Commandos, and the war years did not last long in the atmosphere of reminiscence, and Gwen's high-pitched laughter diluted the faint gray tone, brightening the darkness of the nightfall.

Ivan talked about his years on the shores of Lake Baikal about vodka, about the former Soviet Union, and inevitably about the place where Natasha was born.

Far from being a sumptuous feast, the burnt smell of the barbecue and the damp smell of the night were reminiscent of a fading fireplace, and most of them ended up drunk with the moon in their pockets and home.

And when Schiller, who was still awake, carried them back to the house one by one, he felt from this too ordinary, even somewhat vulgar daily life, the real happiness that made his heart beat more and more powerfully.

This pleasure only lasted until Natasha appeared outside his room.

(End of chapter)