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

"Come on, let's sleep together!"

The green-eyed youth sincerely extended the invitation.

Jarvis: ...

Mr. Artificial Intelligence had a very calm face. After the young man said this, he remained motionless, just staring straight down at the young man.

In fact, Mr. Artificial Intelligence's system area has heated up sharply, close to data disorder!

Jarvis is stuck with the most difficult choice of his smart butler career, agree or disagree, that's the big question.

After three seconds.

Zhen Weisi happily hugged Mr. Butler, almost covering the other person with his whole body, and then sighed comfortably, "Ah, cool!"

Natural cooling, no pollution, no noise, worth choosing!

Jarvis lay down very well, and his posture could almost be selected as the world's standard sleeping position, but he knew that as long as he lowered his head slightly, he could see the top of the young man's head. coming temperature.

In the dead of night, in the dark room, there seems to be an atmosphere that warms people from the heart. It is flat, gentle, but permeates the bottom of my heart.

When Jarvis found out that the young man had entered a sleep state, he seemed to feel a sense of relief, which made Mr. Artificial Intelligence a little confused by his own situation.

Sometimes, not being a real human has some advantages. For example, now, Jarvis does not need to move his body in a situation that might wake Zhen Weisi up, but can clearly 'see' Zhen Weisi through scanning and other methods. Weiss looked like he was asleep at this time.

The other hand that was not pressed was lifted up more quickly than the program, and then lightly touched the young man's cheek, as gently as if he was dealing with a fragile rare treasure.

In the darkness, there was a trace of icy luster in his fingers, but he carefully traced the outline of the young man. It was obvious that the other party's appearance had already been recorded in the deepest part of the system, but Jarvis was not tired of this kind of behavior.

It's like the smile on his face at this moment is enough to explain everything.

The sleeping young man seemed to feel something, he tilted his head, unconsciously rubbed the hand that had drawn his outline, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a small arc.

Jarvis froze, his left hand remained motionless until the young man stopped his unconscious movements.

Jarvis: ...

call.

In the darkness, someone who didn't know let out a sigh of relief.

Time flies, the days are more ordinary than Zhen Weisi expected, recalling the past, it even feels like a dream, as if it was the experience of the previous life.

But he knew better that this calm was more like the last calm before the storm.

But this kind of life is really easy to indulge, at least Zhenweisi prefers to be the cutie of the Jarvis family, rather than the former Hydra member who obeys the command form, so he is more eager to find Hydra because he didn't want those disgusting guys to ruin it all.

Moreover, he also wants to find his former partner.

When get out of class was over, Zhen Weisi received a video call that surprised him.

There was some shaking at the end of the video call, obviously because the person holding the phone was running. Zhen Weisi raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the back of him walking briskly at the other end of the video.

"Hey, Zhen Weisi, good afternoon!"

A somewhat honest, smiling voice sounded, but the owner of this voice did not appear in the camera, because he needed to hold his mobile phone at the person in front of him.

"Good afternoon, John," Zhen Weisi felt even more strange, "Can you tell me that you suddenly called... What's the matter?"

"Eh..." Watson looked hesitantly at the guy who was still striding ahead of him and needed him to trot to keep up, "Although I know what it is, I think it's better for Sherlock to tell you. "

"Sherlock." Watson called out, but there was no response.

Zhen Weisi leaned against the railing of the corridor, watching the scene leisurely, waiting with interest for what Sherlock would say to him.

"Sherlock—" Watson yelled again, this time his voice was louder, but he still didn't get a response, which made him a little helpless. In fact, Watson is really a kind and patient person. It can be seen that he can bear to rent with Sherlock, but sometimes, even he can't help but want to complain about his awkward, arrogant and vicious roommate, especially recently, the frequency of this kind of complaints has become More and more.

"Sherlock!"

This time, Watson simply stopped. You must know that it is not easy for the short legs to catch up with the long legs. The former military doctor took a breath, and then said loudly:

"Sherlock, can I trouble you to stop your hurried steps! If I remember correctly, you asked me to make this call!"

The curly-haired detective finally stopped. He turned around, raised his eyebrows, and refuted the opponent Watson very simply, "I never said that I asked you to call this stupid person, and even made me suspect that it might be Sherlock Holmes." The gene mutation in him, but because of the blood relationship, I have to admit that this is my brother's guy."

Zhen Weisi: ...

Ha ha.

He put on a fake smile and said, "John, are you really sure it's me, Mensao? At the same time, Sherlock Holmes' genes have also been mutated in him. The camera with a long face can't fit it, but because of the blood relationship, I have to admit it. It's my brother's guy, let you call me?"

Watson: "..." He coughed, nodded, and then remembered that Zhen Weisi couldn't see his movements, "I'm sure."

Seriously, is it the tradition of the Sherlock Holmes family that brothers meet each other first when they meet?

The two Holmes stared at each other uncompromisingly across the phone, and then both snorted.

"That's enough." Watson rubbed the center of his brows and said seriously, "Sherlock, can you please answer me, the guy next to me who has been telling me to call Zhen Weisi with all kinds of hints before?" Who is it?"

Sherlock replied very quickly, with no guilt visible on his face, "It must not be me."

Watson looked back at him expressionlessly.

Please, Sherlock, you're a grown man, please grow up.

Sherlock, a mature adult, Sherlock Holmes saw such an earnest request from his servant, his mouth moved.

"What?" Zhen Weisi couldn't hear Sherlock's voice at all.

Sherlock's mouth moved a few more times.

Zhen Weisi: ...

He narrowed his eyes at Sherlock.

are you kidding me?

Sherlock: ...

He opened his mouth and spoke very quickly, "I would like to state in advance that I don't think it makes much sense to say this sentence once a year, but I'll say it because you are also a member of Sherlock Holmes—" "

"Happy birthday."

The last utterance was very soft, and it would be easy to ignore if you were not paying attention, but Zhen Weisi heard it.

He had a casual expression, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Sherlock on the other side of the camera with some surprise.

Seeing Sherlock finally say this, Watson also smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Zhen Weisi."

The slightly opened mouth was pursed because of surprise, Zhen Weisi also showed a smile on his face, "Thank you, John." Then he turned to look at Sherlock.

"My dear brother—" Zhen Weisi said slowly, and when Sherlock raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, the smile on his face deepened.

"I'm so happy to hear that."

Before he recovered his memory, this day was so ordinary and boring. He was either completing a task or receiving training. At that time, he never thought that on this day, he could get some kindness from relatives and friends. birthday wishes.

After Zhen Weisi said this, before he saw Sherlock's reaction clearly, he found that the video call was hung up.

"Huh?" Zhen Weisi looked at the black screen of the phone blankly, a little confused.

On the other side, Watson seemed to have seen something that made him feel incredible, and even rubbed his eyes a little foolishly.

"Am I wrong, Sherlock, your ears are red?"

Mr. Detective couldn't refuse, and said with certainty, "You are wrong!"

The black, low-key and inconspicuous car stopped in front of the door. The first person to get out of the car was a lady playing with her mobile phone, and then the tip of the black umbrella came out of the car and touched the ground.

Mycroft stepped out of the car, turned the black umbrella in his hand, and looked sideways at his subordinate standing behind him on the right.

"You don't need to follow me today." He said so, and then walked towards the front house. When he reached the door, the black car also left.

It was Tony who opened the door for him. After seeing his old classmates, he lazily said, "You are the last one, Mycroft."

"Important people always appear later." Mycroft said indifferently, and entered the room, this sentence was snorted by Tony with disdain.

The smell of the food was already wafting in the air. After glancing at Jarvis in the kitchen, Mycroft turned to look at Tony, "It seems that Zhen Weisi is doing well."

Tony crossed his arms and said angrily, "Of course, you must know that Jarvis has forgotten me for more than a month!"

There was such a trace of resentment in this sentence.

Mycroft's mouth twitched slightly.

There was already a pile of presents piled up in a corner of the living room. Mycroft walked up to them, his eyes swept over the wrapped presents, and he tapped lightly with his hand against the handle of the umbrella.

"Let me guess, a gift from Mr. Iron Man." While saying this, Mycroft turned his head to look at Tony who was walking beside him, and said with a smile, "I think it must be a sports car without any new ideas."

Jarvis, who emerges from the kitchen, stops the scene before a brawl is about to ensue.

"Is get out of class going to end soon?" Jarvis said, and then, as if he didn't notice the weird atmosphere between the two people, he smiled and said, "Can I trouble you to do me a favor, Mr. Mycroft?"

Then he said to Tony, "sir, there will be guests coming later, I need your attention."

On the other side, Zhen Weisi walked out of the school gate following the flow of people. He listened to the voice of Jarvis guiding the way in the earphone, with a relaxed smile on his face, the corners of his lips raised, and his brows and eyes light and happy.

"Jarvis, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

With a faintly smiling voice flowing from the earphone, Jarvis said in a low voice, "I'll find out when you come back, Zhen Weisi."

"Okay." Zhen Weisi shrugged. Although he was rejected by the other party, the upward arc of his mouth became more obvious.

At this moment, he felt that someone was approaching him, as if he had accidentally fallen, and he turned sideways with a quick reaction, reaching out his hand to catch the other person's body.

"Thank you." The man said immediately, then raised his head to look at him, and smiled at him.

Zhen Weisi smiled reflexively. After all, he was in a really good mood now, but when he heard the other party speak again, the strange voice seemed strangely familiar at this moment.

The voice was like a sharp knife, piercing into his brain and stirring up.

It was a string of very awkward Russian words, which seemed to be some kind of instruction.

The pupils of the young man narrowed to a point, but it was too late.

Consciousness plunged into darkness at that moment.

"Blake."

"Yes."

"You know what you have to do."

"Kill them."

The interior of the house is full of decorations. While muttering about the colorful eyes of these things, Tony couldn't help but knead the round and colorful fur balls hanging from the ceiling.Mycroft, on the other hand, sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.

The table was already filled with sumptuous dinners. Pepper brought the last dish to the table. Jarvis in the kitchen was finally able to take off the apron around his waist and came to the living room.

Tony raised his hands to cover his face, and suppressed all his complaints. Well, his housekeeper has completely turned into a house husband!

"Zhen Weisi is coming." Jarvis said suddenly, and he said to everyone, "I'll pick him up."

While cooking dinner, he can guide the road idiot Zhen Weisi back. Jarvis, who is single-minded and has no problems, of course knows where Zhen Weisi has gone.

He opened the door, and warm light poured from behind him.

Mr. Artificial Intelligence stepped forward with a smile.

Maybe because today is such a special day, they all relaxed a little bit more than usual.

When Jarvis realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

He didn't even have time to remind those who were still in the room.

That white and slender hand with well-defined knuckles was still holding him tightly the night before.

But at this moment, it pierced through his chest and invaded his database without hesitation with a destructive attitude.

That lip had said the night before that he was the cutie of the Jarvis family.

But at this moment, he opened his mouth slightly and spit out cold words.

"solved."

All the data fell into chaos as if infected by a virus, and could no longer support him to control his body, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The out-of-control machine body turned into a pile of scrap iron, and was trampled on by people.