Draco didn't know what expression to put on. He put his palm into Harry's palm, which was shaken again.
"...Hiccup." Harry covered his mouth in embarrassment, with an uncomfortable expression on his face from the hiccups, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Just now, Draco was at a loss as to where to put his hands on Harry's back, watching him cry so hard that he couldn't breathe, and then gently caressed him a few times - who knew that Harry started to hiccup from crying in the end! No matter whether it was Charles caressing his son's back or Draco hitting his friend, nothing could stop this non-stop hiccup. Since Harry had passed away a few hours ago, Draco was very suspicious and afraid that he would hiccup. Second breath.
And this guy was burping and burping while building a metal wheelchair, planning to put Charles on it properly, and then the three of them would pass through a door turned into a light curtain. This ability is much more reliable than before. Harry is actually not sure whether he took off the flashing earring or just put it somewhere where he can't find it, but this ability is so handy at the moment, and the area of the door has also changed from his So high became as high as hank.
Did the unicorn blood play a role or was he forced to mutate? Harry thought about this situation in his mind, but he didn't feel happy - there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
Charles was keenly aware of his changes, but he just asked Draco gently and gently: "Have you ever walked through this, kid? Don't be afraid, it's just a door."
Before Harry could figure it out, and before Draco could think of something, he glared at Harry and replied, "As long as the other side of the door isn't Hogwarts," a sudden tremor shook everyone. This was by no means the same level as the previous shaking. Harry wanted to hold Charles' wheelchair, but in the end, even the ground he stepped on began to crack and float, and even the door began to jitter and became unstable. In desperation, he Hugging Charles, and then holding Draco with his hands, the three of them disappeared together. Before disappearing, Harry was still nervous and confused - which enemy was attacking him? Apocalypse obviously disappeared in the whirlpool just now.
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"He's going to demolish this place!" Peter looked at his father, dumbfounded and dumbfounded together couldn't describe his expression, "Of course I'm not saying he can't be angry, but what's the use of him doing this! "
I have not been with this dad for a long time. I have seen him fight and fight with Charles with his fists and spittle. I have also seen him demolish stadiums and robots with his own strength. Sometimes I can see even more wonderful things. Thing: The ability is like a kind of magic in his hands. The metal twists and decomposes to form. Roses grow from his generous and hot palm. The cold luster of the metal cannot make people ignore the satisfied smile on Erik's face when he gave it to Charles. , that is extremely hot stuff.
But it has never been so devastated.
The surrounding air began to feel strange. The wind and gravity were vaguely complying with some kind of magnetic field. Peter, who had many metal accessories on his body, found it difficult to move his feet. But in front of them, in front of Erik, the white mist had dissipated. Instead, there is land that has been violently rolled over by force. The iconic temple is rapidly collapsing at a faster speed than before, just like someone kicked a sand castle filled with water. How could it not collapse?
The mutants belonging to Apocalypse's side tried to stop Erik one after another after the white mist dissipated, but Erik protected his son and daughter by his side and beat the enemy away mercilessly.
In fact, metal chains surrounded Peter and Wanda, and no one could get close to them.
"Charles couldn't be lost. He must have been captured. So destroying all the places where he could hide should be what he wanted." Wanda lowered her head and looked at her palms with a mentality that Peter couldn't understand. Heart and nails, his voice was low, "He doesn't care about anything at this time... Although this choice is too simple and crude, I can understand him."
There is something very similar engraved in Wanda's bones, blood and soul, something similar to Erik. Wanda didn't want to admit this, but when Erik trembled and uprooted everything in front of him, Wanda realized that it was indeed what Erik gave her from DNA.
For people like them, they are unlikely to take the initiative to harm unrelated people, but they are also unlikely to truly control their emotions. Whether it's regret, anger, impatience, or sadness, once it's like wine, it can't be taken off. She can break into the Avengers Tower alone just to kill Tony Stark, and Erik can pull out everything in front of him to find Charles. rise.
They are all people who don't think about the consequences once they fall into hatred and anger. From the perspective of people like them, this is blameless.
"...I'm going to find Charles," Peter put on his goggles and said with difficulty, then rushed out and bumped into the soft and indestructible chain net, "...won't this thing even let us out?"
He was frightened. Wanda realizes this in her heart.
But she didn't say it. He just let his brother smash the net in circles and took out the walkie-talkie himself - Harry was always more flexible than them at this time!
Unfortunately, she couldn't contact anyone after turning on the switch - the magnetic field controlled by Erik accidentally messed up the signal here.
Now even she became irritable, and a question loomed - what if Charles was in that temple and the enemy abandoned him and ran away?
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What does anger mean to people?
Harry believed that that kind of thing was hot to him, something that needed to be done urgently to calm down, and something that shouldn't linger in his chest for a long time. How tiring it would be for a person to be angry all day long.
He had never thought about what kind of power anger could be - he was still too young and had not seen Erik Lensherr's anger. He didn't know that for Erik, anger and pain had always been power. In the past, this was still a headache for Erik. For Peter, it was the anger of an adult man, the anger of a strong man. For Peter's mother, it was the anger of a terrible criminal. For Harry, it was just the anger of a man who released Umbridge. The level of collapse is a deterrent.
Therefore, when he suddenly appeared outside the temple with two people and fell forward due to the inertia, but was unable to stand firmly and almost rolled into the air, he was still unable to understand what happened.
Fortunately, Charles always knew what was going on.
"Erik..." Harry heard him sighing unintelligibly, and then he was patted, "Harry, Harry? My dear, can you still move? We are going to your uncle Eric," his father said in the strong wind Zhong shouted, demanding a second move, "Faster, honey, faster!"
——But where is Uncle Erik?
Just as Harry was about to say this, Charles shared his spirit with him. This was very familiar to them, so Harry quickly understood what Charles meant - in Charles' perception, the side not far from them was emitting a burning sensation that could not be ignored. It was like a mark, like the only warm color among a bunch of cold colors. Harry knew without any hesitation that that was where Uncle Eric was.
Harry didn't say a word, and immediately carried out the second teleportation.
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There was only one thing left in Erik's mind.
No.
No.
No.
Where? Where exactly?
Where is he? where is charles?
How did they kidnap him? Why did they take him alone? Erik doesn't care about these things now. He only cares about one thing - where Charles is, he will go.
If the temple may be the hiding place of the villains who took him away, then destroy the temple; if the underground is the place where they may hide Charles, then turn up the entire ground; if anyone tries to stand in front of him, Then shoot them all away. If that doesn't work, kill them all - no. This alone won't work. Erik subconsciously stopped thinking about this step.
Charles won't be happy if he does this. Erik has always kept this in mind, and he himself has made up his mind long ago not to be such a murderer again.
But where is charles?
"I'm here."
Is it an illusion? Is it his illusion? Was it his auditory hallucination?
"erik."
This call came from his mind and reached his heart. Erik calmed down for a moment, and the violent crushing around him paused for a moment. He couldn't believe that good luck had come so quickly, and for a moment he couldn't muster the courage to look back.
He has always been a very unlucky person. He has always been so since he was a child. His mother died because of him. Charles couldn't walk because of him. He also committed negligence. The twins had no father to take care of him because he was taken away by Mageda. Harry because of him He was secretly kidnapped by people from the enemy camp and almost died. However, he clearly promised to protect Charles, but he was lost one after another.
"It's not like this, Erik... It's not like this." The voice said, "None of us are omnipotent. People cannot do everything. You can't, and neither can I. There are always misfortunes and accidents in the world, but what we can do All we can do is strive for a good ending.”
The voice that suddenly appeared to comfort him was gentle to him, just like Charles. Is this an illusion born in his heart? Or is it an artificial illusion created by someone?
But this voice and this tenderness are so much like Charles. Erik's dry lips wriggled a few times, and his eyes were hollow and slightly red. He swallowed hard, trying countless times to control his neck and twist it back, but he was afraid of being disappointed.
"Look back at me, Erik," the voice implored, "We are lucky enough to have a happy ending."
A happy ending? him? No, erik lensherr doesn't seem to deserve a good ending. How does he deserve a good ending? God has always been unfair and fair. He has done countless evil things, but unexpectedly had a happy life. Now the punishment is finally coming.
"That's not it, Erik!" the voice said, with a more pleading tone. Erik could even taste something else in it, and could imagine an expression that belonged to Charles: frowning, with concern and real heartache on his face, The blue eyes were full of himself. Erik always secretly rejoiced at such a pair of eyes, but he didn't want him to feel too sad and reveal such a pair of eyes.
I should live a better life for him, because it will make him feel better. This is something Erik has considered many years ago.
Even if the price is to leave him, not to have him, to lose him.
"You never lost me, now, look back, Erik."
The voice demanded firmly.
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"Hey—listen to me, you have to stop!"
Thor came towards Erik with a hammer. He waved his hands, "Lensherr, you will destroy this land! We captured a prisoner and confirmed that the leader of the other party has lost his combat effectiveness and is missing. You can't work so hard anymore." Got it!"
He looked sincere, and as he spoke, he hit the back with a hammer. An attacking Apocalypse believer fell down with a bruised face, while his younger brother was gnawing half an apple behind him.
"Obviously this Midgardian doesn't want to listen to you now." Loki said, "Since he has lost his loved one, why not let him go and cause destruction?"
"Lost your loved one?!" Thor was shocked, both at this word and at his brother's mouth.
"Isn't this the style of people from the Atrium?" Loki said sarcastically, his tone nonchalant, and his slender fingers slowly rubbed the remaining smooth skin of the apple. "That's what the Atrium movies say, so that the protagonist who wins the final victory can do it." What moves and changes is always great love, and these people have never known the beauty of power and great power.”
Loki always likes to say these things that belittle emotions and exaggerate power. While he was satisfied with the appearance of slight cracks on Thor's face, he also noticed that while Eric ignored Thor, he also did not notice that there were three people falling behind him. .
"Look, I just told you to mind your own business, brother." Loki felt extremely bored when he saw who the visitors were. "He has someone who is willing to take care of his emotions."
Loki is never willing to take the initiative to approach danger. He is keen and alert, and after several major changes, he can smell any opportunity and danger. Although he hates the people of Midgard in his heart, he certainly knows that he cannot mess with people like Erik. Thor's power may be able to conquer some incompetent people, but it cannot tame such people of Midgard.
A manic danger, it would be wiser to stay away, but his brother was nosy and he was forced to not be immune.
He focused his eyes on the two boys across from him with no interest. The one with green eyes was completely unaware, while the one with blue eyes was bending over and retching until the sky was dark.
Just when Loki was thinking about how to play with the little boy with a little unnoticed smile on his lips, the power that was suppressing everyone suddenly stopped - it stopped, not disappeared. Those parts that were lifted up still stayed in the air, but did not move around, and the process of damage also stopped. This shows that the crushing and attracting forces stopped at this moment. At the same time, Loki's smile disappeared and turned into an expression like watching the news.
—The fun part was over for him.
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Erik looked at the person standing below. He stood in the air and the man stood on the ground. Although he is indeed a person who needs to be supported by a twelve-year-old boy, his legs are still standing. Except for some tiredness and less blood on his cheeks, a good Charles is looking at Erik.
Charles, who knew Erik Lensherr, was there, as if he had never been missing. When Erik focused his gaze on his face, he knew that Charles had understood everything he was thinking. Not because he read his own thoughts, but because Charles knew him better and was closer to him than anyone else, which made Erik feel unbearable self-blame in his heart.
Charles came into his heart, and he put Charles into his heart and gave the softest place there to Charles.
——If someone really took Charles away, then they would take away the deepest part of his heart. If he can't protect this area well, what can he do?
Charles stretched out his arms to Eric and opened his arms.
"I'm very tired," he said, "You really don't want to give me a hug? Please, Erik, Harry can't hold me up alone, come and help me."
Erik could see that he was trying hard to make this smile - he suddenly realized that he had done something so powerful again, something that Charles didn't want to see, because there was no good ground under their feet. .
Erik fell quickly, and Harry backed away knowingly, because Erik almost rushed towards him. Charles was pulled into his arms and held tightly. He held Charles' hand, buried his head in his neck, and tested the temperature of that area with his lips, confirming that blood was flowing in every inch of it and was very fresh.
"You're fine."
"I'm fine."
"You're fine."
"I'm fine, nothing."
"I lost you."
"And I'm not a three-year-old child. I will walk back to you by myself." Charles kissed his lips on the other person's cheek. He knew that Erik's heart was almost broken. He was heartbroken and moved by this.
If he doesn't love you deeply, how can he be heartbroken just because he lost you.
"Don't leave me." Erik hugged his lover tightly. Even though it was the most corny words, he now understood that they were the most honest words of love. His voice almost broke with the sound, " I can not live without you."
"I will not leave your side." Charles sniffed and patted Erik on the back. He was easily touched by these two old-fashioned words of love, and his tear ducts rolled in his eyes. "I should be the one who said this. Yes... I'm the one asking you to stay, Erik, huh?"
You were the one who left me those first few times. Erik can taste such subtle accusations. But this blame really soothed his restless heart. Erik took Charles's hand and clasped his fingers in his palm, but Charles didn't pull out his fingers, but clasped tightly with him.
They just clasped their fingers together and talked softly to each other, as if all the devastating actions just now had never happened.
As for Harry... he wisely took another four or five steps back to care about his poor friend who was retching but couldn't spit anything out.
——It is wrong to make a light bulb that cannot read the air!
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Draco may not be very adaptable to spatial abilities. He retched for a long time. In addition to rolling his eyes and fainting, his eyes turned black with hunger. This feeling came so suddenly, as if he had been cut off from the ability to sense hunger. Organs are the same.
But it was because he was retching for too long. When Harry handed him a cup of hot water and a sandwich, he looked at the people coming and going, the stretchers and medical staff coming here in an endless stream, and suddenly realized that what he was doing was In the meantime, the world has become peaceful.
"...What did I miss?" Draco said weakly.
Harry patted his shoulder and found a stool for him to sit on. Peter hummed and passed behind them. He also found two ice bags, which Harry carried away with two fingers.
By the way, Harry found that after such a journey, his hiccups seemed to have disappeared, which was gratifying.
But Peter stayed and sat huddled next to them, muttering to Harry: "Their relationship is better, don't tell anyone, but they will reach a new level -"
"I have eyes, Peter," Harry pushed his brother's face away helplessly, "You don't need to tell me this, right? They are lovers, it's not a secret."
"That's not what I'm talking about... Come with me and take a look," Peter stamped his feet, picked up Harry and walked towards Charles and the others. Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, jumped up and followed stubbornly, even though he only had a sandwich. Chewed half of it.
The three people sneaked out of the re-erected tent. When the two young mutants guarding the outside saw that they didn't warn them, Peter waved his hand to shush them, and they crept away, even giving a sneaky shout. The hand gesture was a signal that only grown boys could understand. Harry didn't understand it, but Peter understood it. He opened his mouth wide in surprise and almost dropped the little brother he was holding.
They moved into a line of three, with Harry under Peter's chin and Draco under Harry's chin. The three of them looked through the gap and saw Erik wrapping the last bandage on Charles's right wrist. The latter was sitting next to him. On a chair, there is a big soft cushion behind it, and medical equipment and medicines next to it
"You are not capable of fighting," he said painfully, "and you don't have enough training, but you punch so hard."
"Okay, I have no choice - and what you said is wrong, I'm pretty good at fighting. I was the one who knocked you up with one punch ten years ago." Charles reminded him gently, which made people outside the door Both Harry and Peter couldn't help but cover their mouths, holding back laughter until their shoulders shook wildly. Charles is such a person, he can easily break up serious or painful atmosphere.
Erik seemed to be enduring something. Harry noticed that there was a moment of struggle on his face, but soon, he poured a glass of water as usual and fed it to Charles. The latter wanted to reach out and take the cup himself, but Erik handed it to him.
"Since I haven't done anything, at least let me do such a small thing." Erik said, "Since I'm not as useful as your son."
"How can I blame you," said Charles, "You can't see ghosts, it's natural, Erik. Besides, I'm not a weak girl, please don't do this."
"Of course I know you are not a weak girl," Erik fed Charles some water, held his hand, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice that sounded very solemn, "But, Charles, every man wants to protect his love. people."
Charles looked at him, his fingertips trembling in his palm because of these words.
In fact, Erik is not the kind of person who knows how to talk about love. He is not confident enough in this field, and he does not know how to say more sweet words. The word love seems too solemn to him. He is always afraid that the things he loves will slip through his fingers, and he is also afraid of someone who talks about love all the time. I feel scared, so Charles doesn't often hear him talk about love, and he doesn't have to listen to him.
Charles could tell that they had known each other for many years. His eyes, his actions, his tone when speaking, his orientation when sitting quietly, his newly developed hobbies, his definition of happiness and unhappiness... every detail can make Charles understand that this man belongs to him—— This man loved him dearly.
"You have never said so many loving words to me before." Charles said sincerely, "I will get drunk, Erik."
"Maybe it's just that I plan to do more and say more and let you know this in a longer time and a shorter time."
Eric answered like this, and suddenly took a few steps back, and before Charles could react, he made a move that even Draco, an unrelated person, had to cover his mouth to avoid screaming.
He knelt down on one knee towards Charles, his back straight and his expression tense.
"I-I didn't want to do this so early," Erik actually seemed clumsy at this moment, "Listen, Charles, maybe you will look down on me-I should hold a ring and be fully prepared before doing this. Maybe it’s not a good time—”
Before he finished speaking, Harry heard Peter mutter something, and then he watched Peter dig around in his pockets, and finally took out something from the inner pocket of his coat, and hit his father's head with a bang.
Erik was caught off guard and looked back in shock. As a result, Peter boldly mouthed: Don't hesitate, dad, any time is a good time——
Charles recovered from the shock and coughed a few times while nervous, deliberately covering up his panic: "Peter——"
"Oh, keep going, keep going, I just think my dad needs a... um, something round." Peter chuckled, carrying Harry and Draco and rushing away, only to stick it to the crack of the window a few seconds later. Next, continue to eavesdrop.
Erik was stunned for a moment because of the sound of "Dad", but Charles was happy to see the sparkle in his eyes again.
"Erik?" he called almost cheerfully, "Is that for me?"
Erik looked into his eyes, nodded, and replied softly: "Yes."
He held the palm-sized box that Peter had smashed over - blue velvet - and knelt down in front of Charles again and opened the box. He once threw this box to Peter and prepared for the worst. Unexpectedly, Peter kept it all the time.
The box was gently opened, and a ring with a silver base and a thumb-sized blue diamond lay quietly inside. The brilliance was flowing, the color was gorgeous, and the perfect cutaway could almost reflect the face of Charles who was facing it.
"I used to feel that I couldn't bring you happiness because I could easily bring misfortune to others, and it was so difficult for me to agree with your opinions. I also did things that would never earn your forgiveness," he said word by word. He said, "That's why I never thought of stopping by your side. It was you who taught me, saved me, forgave me, and..." He choked up when he said this, "and... loved me."
"Yes." Charles told him urgently, almost in a whisper, "I love you."
"I once considered that this might not be a good idea," Eric said with his face turned upward, his upper body motionless towards Charles, and in the softest voice of his life, "But - Charles, Charles, we know each other best, you Know that I can’t lie… I’m not good at lying.”
"Yes." Charles said.
"There is no better person than you." Erik said, "The reason why I do this is because I want to tell you, while I can still talk to you freely, I love you more than anyone else." I love you, and no one will ever walk in... here." He pointed to the position of his heart on his chest, "It belongs to you before, always has been, and will be in the future, if anyone wants to take you away from me. , he will take away this place together, and then I will have no choice but to die - the human heart belonging to Erik Lensherr will die."
He held the ring in front of Charles.
"I also thought that you would have another lover - but I finally realized that I can't help but worry about the consequences. I can't help but think that if that person hurts your body and mind, I can kill him, but you Who will make up for the pain? So in the end I decided to take on this responsibility myself. I can’t guarantee that I am the most perfect person, but I..."
Erik suddenly got stuck when he mentioned this most critical point.
The hearts of the two brothers outside the window almost jumped out of their throats.
"Will you hurt me physically and mentally?" Charles asked softly, almost unable to hold back the tears of excitement.
"No," Erik replied firmly, "I will never hurt you." His determined tone softened in the second half, "But these are other reasons. The most important thing is only one - you You walked into my heart and took it away, Charles. I want to protect your heart. I want to stay in this position for the rest of my life because you are the only person I want to spend my life with."
Charles' eyelashes trembled slightly, tears finally flowed down, but his smile grew bigger and bigger.
"So -" Erik's heart was pounding, and it almost took up all his courage to say this sentence. At this moment, he even felt that he had suffered for decades just to meet this person and say this. This sentence, "—charles, will you marry me?"
Are you willing to give me a chance to be closely connected with your destiny for the rest of my life?
are you willing?
This problem is not difficult for Charles at all.
"Yes!" He jumped off the chair, acting like a young man in his twenties. He immediately jumped on Eric who was kneeling on the ground, wiping his tears and laughing happily. The two hugged each other tightly, " I would love to!! erik!”
"yeah!!"
Outside the tent, Draco squatted on the ground in a daze, while Peter and Harry gave each other a high-five. The two brothers hugged each other, cheered and jumped, overjoyed, dancing wildly with joy. They were so happy for the same thing that they even felt several wounds on their bodies. Not here.
——My dad is getting married! !
