"So small." Wanda had never observed the baby carefully before. She stretched out her hand and carefully touched the baby's delicate skin. She was surprised to see the skin dent and slowly turn back into a round ball. She turned to Jasmine and gestured: "Feeling
It’s really amazing to grow from such a small child to our age.”
Jasmine glanced at the baby, and although she didn't see any redness on the cheeks, she still told Wanda: "There are many bacteria on your hands, and the baby's skin is very sensitive, so don't touch her all the time."
Wanda was frightened, shrank her hands, and lay on the crib looking at her sleeping face curiously. Barton came over and picked up the baby from the bed skillfully, shaking the diaper with his hands naturally, looking like a good dad.
Natasha and Jasmine put everything on the sofa and sat on the chairs next to the bar to chat. Natasha looked at the red wine placed in the cabinet and began to make small calculations in her heart.
Wherever Barton moves the baby, Wanda follows her eyes. Barton finds it a little funny: "It's actually not that difficult. Do you want to give it a hug?"
"I want to." Wanda stood beside Barton, at a loss as to where to start, "But I'm afraid."
"Put your arms flat, that's it." Barton carefully corrected Wanda's posture bit by bit, and then he dared to put the baby in her arms. "Relax your elbows a little, otherwise it will make the baby feel uncomfortable."
Even her fingertips were so stiff that she couldn't move. Wanda retracted her hand blankly. At this moment, the little man in her arms opened his eyes and looked at Wanda curiously. After Wanda met his big round eyes, he hugged her.
Be more careful, for fear of doing something wrong.
The baby made babbling sounds and stretched out its short hands toward Wanda, quite determined not to give up until it reached its goal. Wanda could feel her legs beating non-stop.
"She wants to..." Wanda could only ask Barton for help. When she turned her head, she didn't notice that the red hair fell into the baby's hand and was held tightly. She started to pull it down, causing Wanda to not even finish her words.
He immediately wailed: "My hair hurts!"
Wanda, who said it hurt, did not dare to move her arms, tilted her head and let the baby grab her hair and stuff it into her mouth.
Barton smiled and shook his head, and gently took the baby back into his arms. Wanda hurriedly pulled out her hair and rubbed her painful scalp with a grimace.
"Has the professor's opinion of Wanda changed?" Natasha looked at Jasmine who smiled unconsciously after seeing this scene, and asked softly, "Wanda's abilities have been well controlled, at least now the objects around her can't
It floats automatically, which is progress."
Jasmine sighed: "The professor told me a few days ago to keep an eye on Wanda and not let her use her powers indiscriminately. But since Wanda knew that I was kidnapped, she wanted to follow me and said she wanted to protect me. Do you think I can
what to do."
Natasha raised her eyebrows and raised her glass to Jasmine.
"I wanted to say in the car just now that Wanda is not suitable for joining the Avengers yet." Jasmine took a sip of wine, "Her indifferent attitude made me very concerned."
"You are too cautious." Natasha withdrew her gaze towards the kitchen, "Talented people are always prone to the shortcoming of being pretentious. Wanda has outstanding abilities and is less indifferent than her peers about major problems. Let her play in the Avengers
The alliance may be able to change Wanda's casual mind."
Jasmine did not relent and agreed.
Natasha caught a glimpse of the name of the red wine from the corner of her eye, lowered her voice and changed the subject: "I have a small goal. How about we drink Barton's bottle of red wine today?"
Following Natasha's line of sight, Jasmine saw the time on the red wine label and was stunned: "Barton will definitely not agree, and even if he does, he won't let us drink the whole bottle."
"Are you two planning something evil again?" Barton's figure suddenly appeared at the corner. While talking, he walked into the counter and washed his hands. After receiving the inexplicably enthusiastic gazes of Jasmine and Natasha, Barton looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to drink?
?”
Jasmine and Natasha looked at each other.
"Barton, our colleague for so many years..." Natasha just started her routine, but was indifferently interrupted by Barton.
Barton turned around and poured a glass of water for each of them: "I think you two can drink water. As for the red wine, there is no need for it."
"I bought red wine to drink, could it be because it looks good here?" Jasmine protested. "I have to open the bottle anyway, why not open it today."
"When you go back, you two have to drive and you will be easily detected." Barton kindly reminded Jasmine and the two of them.
Natasha grabbed the lead: "Tony will come to pick us up, we have nothing to fear now."
After Barton and Natasha looked at each other for a long time, they finally changed their words in defeat: "Which bottle do you want to drink?"
"That bottle of 1988." Natasha's tone was light and she didn't sound serious at all. In fact, there are currently very few red wines in private estates that are more than 0 years old.
Barton felt depressed for a moment. When he turned around to get the red wine, he did not forget to joke: "I always feel that you two have agreed to come over for a drink."
Two goblets were placed in front of them. Barton plugged the cork tightly and carefully put the red wine back into its place. Jasmine and Natasha sipped the mellow red wine contentedly.
"Holmes has not returned to England." Barton seemed to bring up the topic inadvertently, "I heard that there is a project to cooperate with the Avengers."
"Which Holmes?" Natasha asked with a frown.
Barton took back their goblets, rinsed them clean and wiped them carefully with a flannel cloth: "I'm talking about the two Holmes. Sherlock was very weak after his condition stabilized and has been hospitalized. Mr. Holmes did not dare to let him fly back.