[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

"Mycroft, that's your brother, not your toy."

The boy whose name was called turned around. He had short brown and smooth hair, and his gray eyes were as clear as inorganic glass. When he looked at his mother again, he raised his head, and there was nothing big on his face. expression.

Even though he doesn't look very old, Mycroft doesn't look like a child.

It's as if he knows everything.

He said slowly, with a natural arrogance in a child's voice, "Mom, are you sure he is my brother?"

"I'm sure, Mycroft," Mrs. Holmes said with certainty. She didn't treat her son as an ordinary child who didn't understand, but solemnly declared one thing to him, "He His body is weak, you can't think about throwing his quilt all day long."

"Well," Mycroft was noncommittal, he turned his head to look at the little black-haired baby in the crib, his tone was light, "I just think, he looks a little silly."

"No matter how stupid he is, he is also your aunt's son, your cousin, so you have to take good care of him." Mrs. Holmes said this, and after confirming that the baby was in good condition, she went to work.

"take care of?"

Mycroft lay on the side of the crib again. He stretched out his fleshy hand and brushed the baby's black hair.

Just at this moment, the little baby opened his eyes, those green pupils were as clear and pure as emeralds, his gaze was on Mycroft, and then he spat a bubble at him.

With a sound of 'Bo', the bubble burst, and the little baby giggled. His little hands broke free from the quilt, and then stretched out towards Mycroft, showing his bare gums with a small grin, but It didn't affect the brilliance of his smile in the slightest.

The smile was flawless, and it was only at this moment that Mycroft noticed that the baby had a dimple on the right cheek.

That hand was thinner and smaller than that of an ordinary baby, and its pale complexion was abnormal. Mycroft stretched out his hand unconsciously. The baby's tiny fingers could barely grab one of his fingers. The comparison was so obvious.

"...Brother?"

Mycroft said something in a low voice, then frowned slightly.

Well, it looks like the only thing he can tolerate is having a younger brother who seems like a fool.

The picture suddenly changed again, this time from autumn to spring, time seems to have jumped by more than a year, because McCoff became a little bigger, and the emotion in his pale gray eyes became calmer and less anxious. Like a child, of course, the hairline is also slightly higher than ordinary children.

He sat on the soft sofa, but his back was straight, and he looked down at the book in his hand.

Until the sound of the wheelchair turning on the ground was getting closer and closer, he finally put down the book, sighed, and there was a little helplessness in his brows.

"Sherlock, as I said before, Zhen Weisi is not allowed to be brought out."

He looked at the black-haired Zen Weiss in the wheelchair, and the curly-haired Sherlock behind the wheelchair.

Sherlock didn't pay much attention to what his brother said, anyway, it was as if his brother thought he was stupid, and from Sherlock's point of view, his brother was also very annoying.

"I figured it out by myself, Mycroft." Zhen Weiss tilted his head, his skin was whiter than Sherlock's, but it was an unhealthy color, obviously older than Sherlock's, but he looked But like Sherlock's younger brother.

"You will have a fever, Zhen Weisi."

When Mycroft said this, he raised his chin towards Sherlock and drew his voice, "Don't hide, Sherlock, I know you brought a blanket."

"I hate your eyes that look like a fool." Sherlock rolled his eyes, and he took the blanket from behind to the front, and then covered Zhen Weisi's body.It just seemed that Sherlock was not very used to this kind of caring action, he covered the blanket in a mess, and dragged more than half of it to the ground.

"Because you are a fool indeed, my brother."

Mycroft's tone was indifferent, he stood up from the sofa, walked in front of them, took the blanket from Sherlock's hand, frowned slightly, and spread it out to cover Zhen Weisi's body.

The blanket blocked the occasional breeze, and Zhen Weisi felt that his hands and feet seemed to be warmer. He lowered his head and obediently watched the corners of the blanket trimmed by McCoff, and raised his head after making sure that there was no air leakage. .

Those gray eyes, which were always in a calm mood, looked at Zhen Weisi, and then got a silly-looking smile from his younger brother.

"You are so kind, Mycroft." He said this softly.

Sherlock, who was on the sidelines, watched this scene of brotherhood not only without jealousy and dissatisfaction, but even showed a grateful expression that fortunately this did not happen to him.

This pair of brothers really hate each other.

Mycroft sighed again, he didn't need to look to know Sherlock's expression, but what could he do, even though he thought his two brothers were too stupid to bear to see, they were still his brothers , is the object he will protect.

When spring turns to autumn, and two or three years later, the scene turns into an airport.

"When will he be back?"

Sherlock's hair became longer and more curly. Standing beside his brother, looking at the traces left by the plane across the sky, he asked such a sentence.

Mycroft didn't answer Sherlock's words right away. He recalled Zhen Weisi's increasingly pale face, and sometimes even the faint heartbeat that could hardly be felt. Mycroft, who had always been emotionally indifferent, understood a sense of heaviness.

It was worrying about the lives of loved ones.

"...maybe soon, maybe never."

he said to Sherlock.

"Can my aunt cure him?" Sherlock pointed out the question.

In fact, not long after Zhenwei was born, he was sent to Holmes' home by Olivia, because she knew that she couldn't take good care of her frail son after being busy with research.

"I wish."

Mycroft seldom uses the word hope. Before he was a teenager, his strong character has been revealed, including his desire to control, so he doesn't like things that are no longer under his control.

But life alone is difficult to control.

"Me too," said Sherlock, "although he is dumber than us, he is still our kin."

They stopped staring at the sky, turned around and left with their parents.

Zhen Weisi was sent to Olivia's research base, but before his mother developed a medicine to treat his body, his condition deteriorated rapidly.

Olivia is a genius in biology, pharmacy, and genetics, which is related to her mutant ability, and Olivia is also very interested in her field of expertise and even paranoid. She has heard of American The captain's deeds, she was very interested in the serum, and even joined an official organization that researched the serum.

Although she didn't know that it was a private organization until she joined, and although her personal safety was a bit dangerous, she didn't feel too hard because of those materials. She didn't rest for a while until the private organization was destroyed.

It was also during that time that she met a man named Sirius Black, who disappeared after promising to marry her, and then Olivia found out that she was pregnant.

In fact, she wasn't too sad. After all, compared to romance and feelings, research was the number one priority. It just so happened that she was invited by the Hydra organization to participate in the serum research on Captain America.

Olivia quickly agreed, and she studied until she gave birth to Zhen Weisi.

For unknown reasons, Zhen Weisi's body was very weak, so Olivia could only send Zhen Weisi to Holmes' family, the family that raised her after her parents died.

Until this year, after Olivia found that her son's condition was getting worse, she took him back. She thought, maybe she could research the serum and inject it into her son's body.

Who knew that Zhen Weisi's condition would deteriorate so quickly,

It became difficult for him to breathe and swallow food. Although he was in an extremely comfortable environment, he still developed a high fever frequently. His already thin body lost a lot of weight again, and even his short black hair lost its luster. .

Although he tried his best to smile at his mother, those big green eyes wanted to show his mother that he was not uncomfortable, but he couldn't hide it from Olivia.

She finally chose to freeze her son, and in order to save Zhen Weiss, her research became crazy.

It wasn't until she inadvertently researched a near-successful potion five years later, then concealed the news and injected it into Zhen Weisi's body without telling the upper layers of Hydra.

Seeing her son's body began to become healthy, Olivia has no regrets. No matter how focused and paranoid she is on research, she is always Zhen Weisi's mother.

If in a fairy tale, this is probably a happy ending, but in reality, everything does not always develop in a good way.

Zhen Weisi found that his mind could be attached to the Internet, and he had almost never been out of the house due to physical reasons, and immediately started his adventure with great interest, and then met Jarvis.

This was the first meeting, Zhen Weisi thought he had met his father whom he had never met before.

He happily told his mother about this matter. Of course Olivia knew that Zhen Weisi had admitted to the wrong person, but after seeing her child so happy, she finally chose not to expose it.

In fact, she didn't take Zhen Weisi's ability to heart at the beginning. Her character was a bit confused. Apart from being as smart as a genius in her own research, she actually easily overlooked some things in life and dealing with things.

For example, she ignored Hydra and would not focus on Zhen Weisi just because she was helping them research the serum.

They discovered Zhen Weisi's ability, and wanted to control it greedily and without compassion, but they didn't expect that Olivia was also unusually sensitive about her son.

Although she didn't think of this aspect at first, she soon noticed that Hydra began to pay attention to her son, and obviously revealed a trace of malicious intentions.

She starts planning her escape.

She hugged her son and ran in the dark corridor. She knew that there was a door about three meters behind the corner, and the people she arranged to respond were waiting for them there.

Zhen Weisi stood by the door, watching his mother hugging him as a child, running towards him.

The child in her arms met his gaze at this moment, her green eyes widened, and then suddenly—

Tears welled up.

Tears rolled down from the child's eyes, he looked at Zhen Weisi as if he was talking to him.

Zhen Weisi's heart was overwhelmed by sadness, anger, hatred and all kinds of emotions, his body subconsciously drove him to take a step forward, trying to block her.

But their bodies passed through Zhen Weisi, and then, in the sight of Zhen Weisi who turned around suddenly, Olivia opened the door.

There was an extremely soft sound that seemed to be pierced by a sharp object.

The world seemed to lose its color at this moment, Zhen Weisi stood there blankly, everything around him began to become blurred and distorted, as if he was going backwards, until he saw the door again.

"Sorry, I ended it without authorization," the professor's voice sounded. He looked at the young man whose back was turned to him and hadn't turned around, with worry on his face, "You..."

"I'm not good."

Zhen Weisi interrupted Charles, he finally turned around, and pulled the corner of his lips towards Charles, "I don't want to say anything that's fine, it's okay, I can bear it."

"I remember." He said, the smile on his face was more like crying.

The memory that Charles pulled him out was very timely. He didn't actually see the scene where his mother died again, but the picture he recalled played back in his mind over and over again.

"I remembered everything."

In fact, in retrospect, Zhen Weisi seldom cried. No matter how difficult the previous missions were or how close he was to death, he never cried. Even when he was punished, he only cried, but the tears were always there Eye sockets swirled.

He always thought it was because the training at the Hydra base had taught him that tears were useless.

It wasn't until this moment that he remembered that the reason why he subconsciously understood that tears were useless was because he had witnessed his mother's death.

At that time, he almost fainted from crying, but it didn't help. He could only kneel in a pool of blood, watching his mother lose her breath, dragged away by those people, and then knocked him unconscious who was struggling desperately.

"Tears... are obviously useless..."

He clearly said so, but he couldn't control the tears rolling down from his eyes at all.