Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

"Sif"

Before Colleen Wen firmly grasped Sif's fist with a "snap", Saint had already called out her name. After her eyes followed the sound, he slowed down and said, "Don't get excited. This is Colleen, she’s a healer, healing you.”

With Saint's reaction speed, he was actually able to stop Sif in time. However, with Corinthian's strength, there was no need for him to do anything extra. In terms of Corinne's character, she didn't like him to overdo it at all. Protect.

"plum"

Seeing a familiar face, Sif immediately relaxed her guard physically and mentally. She shook her head, which was still a little dizzy, and forced herself to wake up a little. She immediately apologized to Colleen Wen: "Sorry, I was just Conditioned reflex."

"It's ok."

Corinne relaxed her tense fingers and allowed Sif to retract her fist, shrugged her shoulders and said, "No harm." No harm, no mistake.

After saying that, Kelin Wen stood up and stood in front of the sofa gracefully. She stretched out an arm to Sif, who was half lying down: "Colin Wen."

"Sif."

Sif ignored Corinwen's closer palm, held her forearm directly, and used her strength to sit up: "You are a powerful warrior, Wing. I am honored to know you."

"Wing" Wen is spelled the same as the English wing, wing, ps: it also means faction, that's how the terms left and right come.

Kelin Wen raised her eyebrows with a strange expression: "No one on earth would call me that."

"why"

With a puzzled expression, Sif pointed to the iron fist tattoo on Colleen Wen's arm: "If you don't like this title, why do you have a pair of wings tattooed on your arm?"

"That's my family emblem. It's not that I don't like it. Just do as you like."

Halfway through Colleen's explanation, she thought of Sif's alien identity and decisively gave up on this useless exercise: "It's just a title, you can call her whatever you want."

Even she herself was relieved. Sif would not dwell on such a problem. After standing up from the sofa, she looked around: "Li, where am I now?"

"New York."

Saint gave the name of the place, and then added what the city meant to him: "My home."

Through the window glass of the apartment, Sif could see a fragment of the bustling night scene. She strode to the window, gently tilted her head and said, "It's not bad here, much better than Thor's place."

this is a good sign

Regarding Sif's unconventional style, Saint had already learned the lesson the last time he walked around Asgard with her. He followed her words and said, "I hear what you mean, I would rather Do you want to stay here?"

"of course."

Sif turned around and rolled her eyes at Saint, which could not be ignored: "Why should I go to Thor and let him reward me with a hammer?"

"hehe"

Yin Saint laughed dryly and refused to answer the question. He pointed at the city streets outside the window: "Would you like to go out and take a look at one of the most famous cities on earth?"

"Okay."

Sif nodded rudely, then decisively abandoned Saint, and turned to look at Colleen Wen: "Wen, are you willing to go with me?"

""

Colleen Wen still felt very awkward when she heard Sif calling her last name again. She couldn't help but pout, pointing at the armor on Sif's body and saying, "If you want to go out on the street, you can't wear this."

Next, it was obviously girls time. Because Saint consciously avoided suspicion, after leaving Corinne Wing's apartment, he went straight to the gravity chamber deep underground. His last wish upgraded the maximum gravity of the gravity meter to Thirty times the gravity of the earth, because he was obsessed with the newly acquired magical knowledge. It was only now that he took the time for the first time to refocus on strengthening his physical fitness.

After all, the reason why Saint learns magic is more to expand his knowledge and develop the diversity of his abilities, so that he will not easily encounter areas that will make him helpless. He is already an idiot on the scientific side, but he still has shortcomings in the mysterious side.

Saint started sweating profusely under eighteen times the gravity of the earth, but he never forgot that "qi" is the eternal theme of the Dragon Ball world. The magic with the help of external forces is destined to only become his auxiliary skill. His own strength, This is the foundation for him to settle down and live his life.

The person who brought Sif to New York was Saint. At this time, as the person in charge, of course he was still on call, but this did not affect his practice. Ever since Tony Stark The first time I called him, I got the result that "Hairspray Boy is not in the service area." He volunteered to use the pair of special communicators originally provided by SHIELD to connect to the ground, from hardware to software. The entire system has been upgraded to be able to directly transfer the mobile phone signal received by the equipment on the ground to the ground.

To put it simply, now, when the Saint is in the gravity chamber, others can also make calls to him.

It was not until late at night that Saint received a call from Colleen Wen: "Sif is staying at my place tonight, so please don't come over."

"Am I being disliked? It seems that you two get along quite well, okay, but don't get along too happily."

After hearing Saint's teasing words, Colleen Wen, who was on the other side of the phone, showed a suspicious expression: "Why do I think you might have planned it early in the morning?"

"Premeditated"

Saint curled up the corners of his mouth and put on a winning smile: "If you mean, I think you should appreciate Sif's personality, well, I'm guilty."

"yes"

Even through the phone, Coleen Wen could smell something fishy: "Do you dare to swear that you didn't expect me to be your nanny for Sif?"

"this one"

Because Saint's conspiracy was exposed, he didn't panic at all, and frankly confessed: "Actually, I really don't have any hope. I just put two factors together. It would be best if something happens. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter.”

""

Colleen Wen's voice on the phone brought Saint a look of gritted teeth: "I'll settle the score with you another day."

"I can't wait."

Because Saint was not afraid of Colleen Wen's "threat", he still replied in a relaxed tone: "How about tomorrow?"

"Beep, beep, beep."