"Come on Quill!"

Thor was very experienced in this kind of situation. He started to talk nonsense when he got into the mood: "Let's have a drink. Everyone has a reason to raise a glass today!"

"you're right."

Black Panther T'Challa took the cup from the guard and said, "We lost many close friends today and also made new friends. I believe this is meaningful."

“More importantly, we are united.”

Steve raised his glass and looked around at his comrades: "I heard about what happened on Titan. I regret the conflict that occurred, but I want to say that our common goal is to defeat Thanos and make him pay the price. Everyone here is the best fighter in the world, and I believe we will do it."

"Then, let me toast you first." Seeing Tony also took the glass, T'Challa raised his own glass: "To all the souls who passed away today, may they find rest in peace in the night breeze of the grassland and give us the strength to move forward."

"Respect for the deceased."

"To the deceased, to Gamora... Cheers." Star-Lord Quill was the first to drink up the wine. Having lost his girlfriend, he was the one who was most heartbroken today. At the moment, he just wanted to get drunk. When it was other people's turn to toast, no matter what the reason was, he just nodded heavily and drank one glass after another.

Except for Thor, Steve, Winter Soldier, and Natasha, who have a higher alcohol tolerance, the other members basically drank low-alcohol drinks. After all, they also have to consider how to deal with possible attacks from Thanos, and most people don't want to get completely drunk tonight.

So Star-Lord Peter Quill becomes an outlier.

"Watson."

Because of Peggy Carter's relationship, Steve became the person who cared most about Miss Watson at the scene. He took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to toast?"

"Oh, of course."

Miss Watson picked up a bottle of whiskey and stood next to the Scarlet Witch Wanda: "I want to toast Ms. Wanda with this glass."

"Eh? Me?"

Wanda was a little flattered by the looks from others.

"You resisted the attacks of Thanos and Corvus Glaive in the medical center. You successfully protected your Vision and held on until our reinforcements arrived." Miss Watson cut off the mouth of the whiskey bottle with a slap: "If Thanos had obtained the Mind Stone on Vision's head, then today's battle might have had a different ending."

"You know what? Watson is right." Tony nodded. "This is a very crucial matter. You did a great job, Wanda. You saved the whole situation. I have to admit that you always exceed my expectations."

"Thank you..."

Wanda felt a lump in her throat and she covered her mouth and leaned into the arms of her boyfriend Vision.

"Here's to you!"

"Here's to you!"

A circle of people followed suit, but this time Miss Watson became the absolute protagonist of the toast, because she poured a whole bottle of whiskey into her mouth in front of a group of people.

"Wow! Look at her! So generous! I like this girl!" Thor pointed at Miss Watson, then at a few men who were drinking low-alcohol drinks: "Look at you guys! Look at what you're drinking? Come on! Watson, let's have a drink!"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The first burst of cheerful laughter of the night rang out in the living room.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to make a toast. Nearly half of the people present were just drinking with them. After a round of drinking, everyone dispersed. Miss Watson took advantage of the good atmosphere and took another bottle of whiskey from the table. She quickly caught up with the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy and said, "Star-Lord!"

"...Just call me Quill."

Star-Lord turned around. He was a little dizzy because he drank too much just now, but at least he was not completely blackout: "Why? Are you talking to me about those punches again? There's nothing to say. I hit you, and I hit you."

"No, I wanted to apologize."

Miss Watson put her legs together and leaned forward slightly, as graceful and charming as a white swan. "What I did to you on Titan was a bit impulsive. I didn't consider your pain of losing Gamora. I hope you can accept my apology."

None of the surrounding Guardians of the Galaxy said a word. They all stared at the two people who were talking. Star-Lord was stunned for half a second before he realized what he heard: "You...what? You said you came to apologize to me?"

"Yes."

Miss Watson looked at him seriously, using her pretty face to her advantage: "I just want to apologize to you."

"Hey, um... no..." Star-Lord Peter Quill was a playboy by nature, and liked to flirt with beautiful women wherever he went. The beauty in front of him came to apologize seriously, but it made him feel a little helpless: "It was just a punch, forget it, it's all in the past, I'm not that kind of stingy person, I myself... You're actually not wrong, I should have controlled myself at that time..."

“Hey.” Miss Watson took two steps closer and put on a caring expression like an older sister. Her voice became gentler. “Like you said, it’s all over. I know this is very difficult for you. The pain in your heart is stronger than that of many people here combined…”

"Oh, hell..."

Normally, he was still rational, but now that the alcohol was taking over, his emotions were completely relaxed. Star-Lord closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and his Adam's apple moved for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

"Perhaps there is not much I can do for you. I just hope that my apology can make you feel better." Miss Watson held up the bottle of wine: "In my world, you have to toast to apologize to others. Let me toast you a glass to your persistence and loneliness."

"……it is good."

The words that Quill squeezed out of his mouth were already a little tearful. He raised his glass only to find that it was empty. Miss Watson took the opportunity to fill it up for him: "Cheers."

"Okay! Cheers!" Star-Lord finished his drink, pursed his lips and patted Miss Watson's shoulders twice, then stopped talking and turned to walk to the corner.

Take it easy.

"how did you do that?"

Miss Watson was about to leave when she saw Mantis chasing after her and asking, "We have been trying to persuade Quill for a long time, but he still looks depressed. You almost made him cry in just a few words. How did you do it?"

"Your tentacles are so cute." Miss Watson looked at the two tentacles with glowing tips on Mantis's forehead: "You are also very cute, can I hug you?"

"what?"

Mandis was a little surprised: "Is this the way you say hello in your world?"

"No, just a hug."

As she spoke, Miss Watson stepped forward and hugged Mantis. Mantis had never experienced such a scene before, so she could only stand there like a piece of wood.

"Relax a little, hasn't anyone hugged you before?" Miss Watson said softly, "Hugging should be very comfortable. You must be very tired today, right?"

"I am very tired..."

Sensing the love and compassion coming from the other person through her ability, Mantis suddenly felt that she was particularly wronged today. She raised her hands and hugged Miss Watson's back tightly: "And I tried very hard, I really tried very hard, but I still couldn't control Thanos..."

"It's not your fault. Everyone has their own limits." Ms. Watson gently stroked her soft hair, and her mind frantically searched for touching chicken soup articles and positive energy jokes she had read in her previous life: "Most of your friends are not good at expressing their feelings, but the more difficult the time, the more you need to support each other emotionally. You can hug your friends more often, hug the people you love more, and convey your feelings to them."

"Okay, okay..."

Mantis burst into tears.

There is nothing she can do about it. Her special ability is such that although she can temporarily affect other people's consciousness and modify short-term memory through skin contact, she is also easily affected by other people's current emotions. Miss Watson's mind is overwhelmed by the bunch of touching chicken soup articles and positive energy jokes.

I was simply overwhelmed by the ocean of emotion and happiness.

"If you have time later, we can have a good chat, okay?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"See you later then, don't cry."

Miss Watson wiped her tears, brushed her lips against Mantis's cheek, and turned back.

"Thank you!" Mandis said goodbye, wiping away tears.

Take it easy.

After a slight adjustment, Miss Watson set her sights on the third target:

Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff.

The girl is still clinging to her robot boyfriend Vision. Poor Mr. Vision, he has an invulnerable vibranium body, can fly high and low, can teleport through walls, can also emit powerful energy beams with the Mind Gem on his forehead, and even has the ability to predict combat movements.

This character, whose combat capability is considered top-tier among the Avengers, was stabbed through by Corvus Glaive's magical double-edged spear at the very beginning of the film, so that he was almost unable to do anything for most of the battle. He could only grimace while covering his wound that was taking a long time to heal, playing the role of being protected.

Although...the screenwriter of the movie really had to find a reason to seal Vision's fighting power, otherwise, based on this guy's usual performance, it wouldn't be so easy for Thanos to remove the gem on his forehead.

"Hi!" Miss Watson came over with a smile.

"Oh, hi!"

Their seats were close to each other, and Wanda greeted her happily.

What a simple girl. Although she also has the ability to manipulate consciousness, implant memories and even detect other people's inner thoughts through physical contact, and her strength is even higher than Mantis, Wanda is a kind-hearted girl. After joining the Avengers, she almost stopped using these skills.

Darkening must be fun...

"Hello, Watson."

Just as Ms. Watson was about to repeat her old trick, the robot Vision, who had been silent all this time, took the initiative to greet her: "I heard that it was you who urged Dr. Strange to come to Titan for support. I want to thank you for everything you have done. This is crucial to saving the battle situation."

"I just put forward my opinion." Miss Watson spoke truthfully, repeatedly reminding herself that the two people in front of her more or less had some ability to detect other people's thoughts: "Dr. Strange's ability to create a portal is the key, otherwise we will not be able to return to Earth quickly to provide support."

"Yes, but..."

Vision leaned forward, his eyes full of inquiry: "I don't mean to offend, it's just... I'm very curious."

As soon as the words fell, Wanda glanced over.

"What are you curious about?"

Miss Watson sipped her wine.

"After my data analysis and comparison with Internet view cases, based on human aesthetic standards, you have entered the top 0.0000002331%, and I did not detect any cosmetic ingredients on your face, which means that your appearance has actually surpassed those who rely on makeup and dressing to present beauty."

"Although your way of praising people is very original and I appreciate it, I still want to remind you to be careful with your words, dear Mr. Vision." Miss Watson glanced at the Scarlet Witch Wanda's face and said, "Especially pay more attention to your lovely and beautiful girlfriend. You can't ignore her feelings."

"Of course, but what I'm really curious about is..."

Vision's face was filled with clear curiosity. "Based on my scan of you, according to human gender standards, you should be considered a male, but your current appearance, voice, and clothing are more in line with the human definition of a female. I don't understand why there is such a conflict. Can you explain it to me?"