John stood up and took half a step back.
The next time is a long wait, waiting for this Original Compound V to work in Lynn's body and reawaken the exhausted cells.
The living room was very quiet, except for the sound of water dripping when Cryogenic Chamber was defrosting.
John glanced down at himself and frowned.
This Stars and Stripes suit is so eye-catching.
It is usually very effective when worn to intimidate politicians and capitalists, but now it is at home.
Lynn When you open your eyes and see this outfit, do you think it is too formal?
John's breathing became a little rapid.
He is eighteen years old this year, much taller than he was ten years ago, and his shoulders have become wider.
Lynn's memory still remains with the nine-year-old child ten years ago. Will he not be used to the way he has grown up now?
And this villa.
John raised his head and looked around.
It's too quiet.
There is no noise from Reggie, no sound effects from Tommy playing games, and no laughter from Annie Kevin and the turtle brothers.
Empty.
Lynn likes excitement the most. Will he be unhappy if he can't see other people when he wakes up?
Do you blame yourself for driving all those family members out of America, leaving him alone here alone?
A series of thoughts ran through my mind.
God of Earth, who was decisively killing outside, was as cramped as a child who had done something wrong. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
No, you can't wear this outfit.
John turned around suddenly and strode up to his bedroom on the second floor.
A few minutes later, he hurried back to the first floor.
A gray hoodie paired with a pair of ordinary loose trousers.
That was what he wore most often ten years ago.
But even after changing clothes, John stopped in front of Cryogenic Chamber, and his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.
He was afraid that the potion would have no effect, and he was even more afraid of Lynn's eyes when he woke up.
A broad hand stretched out silently and placed it firmly on John's shoulder.
Black Noir stood beside him.
Without saying anything, he put that heavy force on John's shoulders.
Feeling the weight on his shoulders, John's breathing calmed down a little.
The two stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Lynn in the cabin.
The clock in the living room is ticking.
There is a thin layer of frost on Cryogenic Chamber.
At this time, the frost is melting.
John Hold your breath.
He heard it.
It's like a withered branch breaking in the wind, or like a tender bud breaking out of the ground.
Boom.
Boom, boom.
The rhythm of the heartbeat began to accelerate, and the shriveled blood vessels were propped up by the refilled blood.
Lynn The frozen blue-purple layer on his face was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of living blood climbed onto his cheeks.
The man in Cryogenic Chamber moved.
First, the eyelashes trembled slightly, bringing down a few drops of melted water.
Then, he frowned.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was a little blurry, and the dim wall lamp above his head made him instinctively squint.
His brain was still stuck in the green light on a rainy night, and the phantom pain in his chest made him take a deep breath subconsciously.
But the air poured into my lungs smoothly, and there was only a little dry itching.
He's not dead.
Lynn supported the soft cushion and tried to sit up with some difficulty.
A strong big hand immediately stretched out and firmly supported his back.
Lynn turned his head.
What strikes the eye is a tall, broad-shouldered man.
Looking up, he saw a face with sharp edges and corners but still green.
Golden hair, blue eyes.
He looked at the face, then looked down at the obviously ill-fitting gray hoodie on the other person's body.
It's so short that it doesn't even cover the wrist, which looks a bit funny.
Lynn stared at the big boy for a while, and then slowly spoke.
"Little champion."
As soon as these three words came out, John completely collapsed.
No one has called him that for ten years.
For ten years, in front of the world, he was a cold-blooded and ruthless Superheroes, a superior judge.
But now, he buried his face in Lynn's arms, his shoulders twitching violently, like a child who had been greatly wronged, and he whimpered in his throat.
"It's me...Lynn, it's me."
John grabbed Lynn's arm, and the scarf tied around Lynn's neck was wet with tears.
Lynn was stunned for a moment, then sighed with a wry smile.
He stretched out his still somewhat stiff hand and gently rubbed the blond hair as he had done countless times ten years ago.
John buried his face deeply and gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the sobs in his throat.
But the more I held it in, the more my shoulders shook.
Even if he casually crushes a politician's neck without blinking an eye outside, in front of this person, he is still the child who needed to hear a bedtime story.
"Okay, your clothes are almost torn."
Lynn patted his back, his voice still a little hoarse.
John then raised his head.
He wiped the tears on his face carelessly and looked at Lynn with red eyes, fearing that this was just a dream.
A cup of steaming warm water was handed over to me.
Black Noir walked up to me at some point.
He put the water glass into John's hand and pointed at Lynn's chapped lips.
"Thank you, Mr. Black Noir."
Lynn drank half a glass of water through John's hand.
The warm liquid flowed down the throat and into the stomach, dispelling the remaining chill in the body.
Lynn leaned on the cushions and had the strength to look at the two people in front of him.
Black Noir's battle uniform is a bit old, but his body is still tall and straight.
As for John.
The little kid who only reached his waist back then, now his shoulders are much wider than his own.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Lynn put down the water glass and asked softly.
"Ten years."
John raised his head and replied, "I am already eighteen years old."
Ten years.
Lynn was stunned for a moment.
He turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
It was dark outside, and the furnishings inside the Manor didn't seem to have changed much, but there was a sense of desolation in the air that had been uninhabited for a long time.
"Reggie Where are they?"
Lynn looked away, "Annie, Tommy, and Buddy, why are you two at home?"
Upon hearing this question, the expression on John's face froze slightly.
He lowered his head and avoided Lynn's gaze, like a student who was afraid of being scolded by his parents if he got into trouble at school.
"When they grow up, they all have their own things to do."
John said in a low voice, "I asked them all to leave United States. If you want to see them, I will ask them to come back immediately."
Lynn nodded without asking any more questions, "Just stay alive."
Hearing that Lynn didn't blame him, John suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing.
"Lynn, it's very clean outside now."
John couldn't wait to show off his results, and his speaking speed became faster.
"Vought International belongs to me. Those petty politicians and those disobedient bastards are all gone. The crime rate in America has dropped to a minimum. You don't have to worry about any mess anymore. I have almost cleaned up the whole world."
He stared at Lynn, like a child holding a perfect score paper waiting for praise.
Lynn looked steadily at those blue eyes.
When these four words "clean up" came out of John's mouth, Lynn could guess how many mountains of corpses and blood lay behind them without even thinking.
But looking at the big boy in front of him who had guarded Cryogenic Chamber for ten years, Lynn did not lecture or accuse him, because that would be too disappointing.
He just patted John on the shoulder, his eyes as gentle as ever. "Thank you for all your hard work over the years, little champion."
"..."
John choked up again.
Over the years, others have said that he is very strong, great, and... useful. Only Lynn cares whether he is tired or not.
Lynn saw John crying even harder, and was a little at a loss for the moment.
Big John This is the first time since I was a child that I cried so hard and couldn't stop at all.
To be honest, he is really not good at coaxing people to stop crying. There is no way you can scare him and say that if you cry again, Granny Catface will come and eat you, right?
I don't know if Granny Catface likes the two red and hot infrared rays.
Lynn smiled and quickly changed the subject, "I'm a little hungry."
As soon as this sentence came out, John was stunned for two seconds and stood up.
"I'll cook for you!"
John hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, "Tomato stewed beef brisket! I remember the recipe."
After taking two steps, his steps stopped again.
He did learn how to do it ten years ago. He wanted to show off his skills to Lynn if he had the opportunity, but he never had the chance again.
He has never even entered the kitchen door in the past ten years, so how can the food he cooks be delicious?
Black Noir stepped forward and reached out to hold John's shoulders.
The silent man pointed to himself, then pointed in the direction of the kitchen, and then gave a thumbs up.
Then, he turned around and strode into the kitchen.
Soon, the slight sound of cutting vegetables on the chopping board and water running came from the kitchen.
John sat down next to Cryogenic Chamber again.
He looked at Lynn and finally couldn't help but grin, revealing a truly relaxed smile he hadn't seen in ten years.
"Pfft--!"
Deadpool takes off on the spot, rotates 360 degrees in mid-air in a ballet posture, and sprays the coffee in his mouth evenly in mid-air like a sprinkler:
"What a terrible coffee!"
After that, Deadpool took Samurai Sword and poked the lifeless old man on the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I accidentally pricked you."
Deadpool stared at the old man's body, dipped his finger into some blood on the ground, stretched out his tongue and licked it.
He squinted his eyes and seemed to be savoring it carefully. In a few breaths, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his breathing became heavier:
"Hehe, I found you!"