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For Dark Night Proxima Centauri:

Life is very important, it is the foundation of everything.

The strength of her body and martial arts are also very important. This is her lifelong pursuit. It is her goal to be able to immerse herself in painful and boring training and constantly polish her body.

But there is one thing that is more important than the above two points, and that is -

Loyalty to Thanos.

Her loyalty transcends biological instincts, just like Freud's theory of id, ego, and superego. In Proxima Dark Night's mind, Thanos' order is her "superego" and it is her transcendence of survival.

Absolute faith in desire.

After Thanos sent the Superstar and Proxima Centauri, he changed his hiding place. Now he is being watched by Odin and it is impossible to send reinforcements, otherwise he is likely to be intercepted by the Asgardians. Of course,

It is impossible to activate the space gem and take Proxima Centauri back, otherwise Odin will catch him.

"I am your last hope. In order to satisfy your expectations, sacrificing this body is nothing." Dark Night Proxima lowered her head and looked at the broken body. She already had a rough plan in her mind.

A plan filled with death and blood.

"But before I implement the plan, I need some time to at least repair this body to the point where it can walk normally."

Dark Night Proxima Centauri slowly crawled into the darkness. Her body was broken, but her eyes did not waver in the slightest.

…

Five hours have passed since Proxima Centauri disappeared, and the atmosphere within the Avengers is still somewhat depressing.

They claim to be the guardians of the earth, but in this battle, they were completely suppressed by the opponent and had no power to fight back.

The second team headed to Washington and reunited with everyone in a Quinjet. As soon as they returned, Steve noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Tony locked himself in the laboratory, Hawkeye was conducting shooting training crazily, and Sif returned to Asgard to ask the God King for instructions...

It seems that everyone has heavy pressure on their backs. Driven by this pressure, only by allowing themselves to work and train can they barely get a little breathing space.

Although the Avengers have different personalities, each of them is an expert in their own field. They have the pride of being an expert. Now this pride has been ruthlessly thrown to the ground and stepped on several times.

No one can face this with a smile.

"Everyone, what's going on?" Peter asked.

On the way back, SHIELD agents told them the general situation, but they were still confused about what exactly happened.

"They are now immersed in the terrible feeling of being the backdrop for the whole process, watching Zhang Ming and the other party desperately dealing with each other, but unable to help. Don't worry, it will get better after a while."

A familiar voice appeared from behind. Steve turned around, looked at the beautiful face that was slightly paler than usual, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here? I mean... are you feeling well?

"

Natasha pointed to her head, "I'm still a little dizzy, but everything else is fine. I'm a member of the Avengers, so I can't just lie in bed all the time."

"Welcome back, I feel more at ease with you behind me." Steve noticed that Natasha was holding a paper bag in her hand, and the smell of food was faintly wafting from it.

"What is this?" Steve asked.

"Breakfast, steamed dumplings, steamed dumplings, etc., and a cup of coffee. Zhang Ming's condition... is not good. He seems to be blaming himself. He locked himself in the training room without rest or food. I plan to go see him.

Look at him, do you want to go together?" Natasha said.

"I'll leave it to you. If I go, he might do free fighting training with me for an hour without saying a word. No matter how bad he is, he won't fight with a patient who has just been discharged, right?" Steve

explain.

Natasha smiled and shook her head, carrying the paper bag and leaving.

Dio looked at Natasha's back. It wasn't until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor that he came back to his senses and said: "I have never seen such a charming woman."

"I advise you not to mess with her." Steve said.

"Is this a warning between men?" Dio was a little confused.

"No, it's advice from the elders." Steve patted Dio on the shoulder.

Peter made a gesture of spitting, expressing his disdain for being associated with this playboy.

Natasha came to Zhang Ming's single training room. He was practicing traditional Chinese boxing skills against a wooden stake. His movements were accurate and fast, but his mental state was not as sharp as his fists and feet. Natasha read from Zhang Ming's eyes

Feeling of regret.

Zhang Ming felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

This frustration did not come from the fact that the gem was taken away (of course there was a small factor), but more from the fact that he felt that he had lost to himself.

Relying on the ability of the Bizhan system, Zhang Ming's comprehensive combat effectiveness was stronger than that of Proxima Centauri, but in the end he still let the opponent take away two gems.

It may be a bit metaphysical to say this, but when he and Proxima Centauri fought to the end, the competition was no longer about whose fist was stronger or whose weapon was sharper, but a competition of spiritual will.

Zhang Ming's will is weaker than that of Proxima Centauri, so his mind was imprisoned by the Mind Stone, and he watched helplessly as the other party took away the stone.

"It's really ironic. On the spiritual level, I defeated the superstar who is good at this aspect, but lost to Proxima Centauri, who knows nothing about the spiritual field."

When he first came to this world, Zhang Ming positioned himself as a "recorder". He would participate in some things and make some efforts, but the reason behind these efforts was to shoot material that would attract the audience.

But as Zhang Ming's connection with the world deepened, he became "greedy" and hoped to do more things besides shooting videos. Listening to others' praise of him, he sometimes felt sorry for his "superhero" status.

Proud of identity…

But in the final analysis, I am just an ordinary person who suddenly gained strength. My body may be very strong, but my mental state is still in the past. Zhang Ming thought this, and the movement of landing on the wooden stake accelerated again. Suddenly, he could not control his strength.

, there was a click, the wooden stake was broken by a punch, flew out and hit the wall, sawdust flying everywhere.

Zhang Ming waved his hand to disperse the debris and then saw Natasha standing by the door of the training room.

"When did you come here?" Zhang Ming was naked from the waist up. He awkwardly picked up an undershirt and put it on his head haphazardly.

Natasha turned her head slightly, admiring the muscles of Zhang Ming's upper body. After he had put on his clothes, she walked in, handed over a towel and said, "Since you were feeling sorry for yourself and thinking, 'Why am I not stronger anymore, then...

When we can stop Proxima Centauri from taking the gems."

"Thank you." Zhang Ming took the towel and wiped his sweat while saying, "I really can't hide anything from you. I have considered before that you might also be a person with super powers, and your ability is to read minds."

"I wish I had such a convenient ability, so that I don't have to travel around in the field. I just need to sit in the office, blow on the air conditioner, and wait for others to bring the suspect to me. Here, I brought you breakfast. I heard that you

I haven’t eaten for more than ten hours.”

The paper bag was opened, and Natasha placed the fragrant food on the table.

"Sorry, Natasha, I don't have much of an appetite—"

Natasha interrupted him and said: "You don't want to refuse a lady's heart, do you? This is the most authentic Chinese breakfast I have bought after going to several Chinese restaurants."

There was a dangerous light in Natasha's eyes. This look was very familiar to Zhang Ming. When he was a child, whenever he was picky about food, his mother would stare at him with a similar look.

"Uh...okay."

Zhang Ming said he had no appetite, but his body was still very honest.

When the first fried dumpling was stuffed into his mouth, the thin and crispy outer skin was bitten, the meat juice flowed out, and the mouth was filled with the aroma of food, he forgot about his "no appetite" just now.

Natasha sat opposite him and watched Zhang Ming quietly eating breakfast with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Don't you want to eat?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I've been losing weight recently," Natasha said.

After hearing this, Zhang Ming was no longer polite. The previous battle with the super giant and Proxima Centauri, coupled with the high-intensity training that followed, made him hungry.

It only took a few minutes for him to finish the breakfast, clasped his hands together, and said like a Christian praying before a meal: "Thank you, Ms. Natasha, for the breakfast."

"You seem to be in a much better mood."

Zhang Ming drank his coffee slowly, "Maybe it was because I was too hungry and had low blood sugar, which caused me to feel depressed. And while eating, I figured out something."

"Understand what?" Natasha held her chin with her right hand, waiting for his answer.

"I understand that I am just an ordinary person who will be in a bad mood if I don't eat, and get easily frustrated when faced with setbacks. In the past period of time, I mistakenly thought of myself as a superhero in comics, and used that kind of perfection standard that is beyond ordinary people to demand myself.

.

There are some things that can't be done just because I can't do them. I'm not a perfect hero, and I'm not as strong-willed as Proxima Centauri. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I just have to try my best and finish what I can do."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"What should I do? Ha! What will ordinary people do if they are bullied?"

Zhang Ming drank the last sip of coffee and placed the cup on the table.

"Of course I want to find a way to get revenge. Besides, this is the age of science. Idealism and the nonsense that victory can be achieved by perseverance and will will not work every time."

Zhang Ming said these words to Natasha, but also to himself. Through the use of words, he cleared his mind, and the depression in his eyes faded away and became radiant again.

Natasha looked at the light in his eyes, rarely forgot to control her expression, and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Dong Dong——

There was a knock on the door, and Peter poked his head in.

"Um...did I disturb you? There is an urgent matter."

Natasha stopped smiling, "What's the matter?"

"Sif came back from Asgard. She said that God King Odin has been watching the earth and he has not found any traces of the power of the space gems. So now there is two pieces of news." Peter said, "The good news is that the two gems should

Still on Earth. The bad news is that although Proxima Centauri was seriously injured, she should still be alive."

Zhang Ming stood up and said: "Wrong, these are two pieces of good news."

Proxima Centauri did not die, so that he could be truly defeated by Zhang Ming, instead of leaving a lifelong regret.

Peter did not have a head-to-head confrontation with Proxima Centauri and could not understand Zhang Ming's emotions. He said: "Anyway, the captain is already in the conference room. I will inform the others."

After Peter left in a hurry, Zhang Ming and Natasha walked to the conference room together.

The discussion between Tony and Steve came from the conference room. Before opening the door, Natasha took a step forward, stood on tiptoe slightly, and whispered in Zhang Ming's ear: "No matter how you say you are an ordinary person, you are

My hero, you saved my life."

"Do you really think so?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

Zhang Ming had an expression like "Are you serious?"

Natasha spread her hands, "Okay, I did lie to you today, but what I said just now was the truth."

"What lie?"

She blinked at Zhang Ming, "Actually, the breakfast you just had was not bought by me. It was Colson's breakfast and I stole it."

Zhang Ming couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Coulson's expression when he discovered that breakfast had disappeared.

He opened the door, and everyone inside was in high spirits - especially the hungry Coulson. This group of the strongest and most dangerous guys on earth gathered together, with only one thought in their minds:

Defeat Proxima Centauri and wash away the shame in your heart!