"Sir entered Massachusetts when he was eighteen years old. He could have inherited his father's company, researched those flying armors, and fought against evil aliens. However, he finally gave up all this and chose to stay with me: open a small store and be the most ordinary ordinary person."
"Sir always said at that time: 'Just leave those things to the heroes. We should live peacefully together.'"
When he said this, a smile suddenly appeared on Jarvis's face. However, this time there was surprisingly no response from the people around him. Only when he looked around did he realize that everyone was asleep.
Thor collapsed on the sofa, Collint's head was buried in the plate, Natasha lay on the table, Hulk nestled in her lap, snoring louder than Steve next to him.
Tony had long been in the arms of the people around him. He didn't know what he saw but was still smacking his lips in the dream. Jarvis followed Natasha's example of stroking the Hulk, and soon he also fell asleep.
There may be a world in ten thousand universes where there are no wars, no deaths, no pain of losing each other, and we are allowed to live this ordinary life peacefully.