foreigner's journey

Chapter 1215 Band-Aid

It has been a month since the Hero Association was officially announced.

Contrary to most people's expectations, this non-profit charity organization that claims to serve superheroes and provide customized professional hero services was not officially banned or cold-shouldered. Instead, it became extremely popular in a very short period of time.

As of now, the Heroes Association has officially announced that more than forty superheroes have registered with the Heroes Association.

The Hero Association promises that it will not require superheroes to reveal their true identities, nor will it assign any type of mandatory tasks to registered superheroes. The association's purpose is to provide all-round services to superheroes.

Those superheroes registered with the Heroes Association also admitted this when they were interviewed after performing heroic deeds, and they all praised the Heroes Association highly.

Every superhero registered with the Hero Association is given a brand new anonymous account. The Hero Association will issue incentive money to the account every month. This incentive money may not be a lot, but it is enough for an adult to rent an apartment and live without worries about food and clothing for a month in a bustling city like New York.

In addition, if a superhero has difficulties in life, such as needing more incentive money or additional social resource assistance, the Hero Association will decide whether to invest additional incentive money after specific assessment.

In this case, the superhero may need to provide proof of his true identity. The Hero Association has set up a relatively complete plan for this situation to ensure that the true identity of the superhero will never be leaked.

In addition, based on the comprehensive public opinion evaluation and social contribution value of the registered heroes, the Hero Association will also add bonuses on top of the monthly incentives of each superhero, to ensure that those superheroes who serve the public and society wholeheartedly and therefore have no time to take care of their work and life will not have any financial worries.

Of course, the association has also established a number of clauses for registered heroes to regulate the actions of superheroes when they perform heroic acts.

Just yesterday, the president of the Hero Association, Suzan, announced that with the cooperation between the association and the government, the Superhero Act and the Superhuman Regulation and Protection Act have made great progress.

"Superhumans are neither superior nor inferior to humans. They are simply humans with specific talents."

On the TV screen, the handsome and elegant president of the Hero Association was sitting at a press conference, speaking in a powerful voice:

"I hope that in the near future, the world will see superheroes as specific professions similar to 'firefighters', 'policemen', and 'lawyers', rather than freaks in fancy dress and illegal vigilantes.

Superheroes and superhumans are part of this world and are making their own contributions to protecting world peace.

Next, please allow Ms. Jean Grey, the Phoenix from the X-Men, to speak..."

Click! The TV was turned off.

Gwen held her cheek and stared at the darkened TV screen for several seconds before turning her head back: "I just saw a great clip!"

Heather sat on a second-hand sofa, holding a comic in one hand and the TV remote in the other, and said without looking up: "You've read it at least five times here. I'm tired of hearing it."

Gwen pursed her lips and lay on the table: "Ah... I just... I just don't understand why the world is changing so fast."

"Like?" Heather slowly turned to the next page of the comic.

"A month ago, masked heroes like me were like doormats, and we got nothing good for doing justice... Oh, I'm not saying I want to fight for some benefits, it's just... you know.

My father and his fellow police officers don’t like Ghost Spider, and think she’s an illegal vigilante who doesn’t abide by the law; newspapers and websites like the Daily Bugle don’t like Ghost Spider either, and think she’s a pervert in tights who’s trying to attract attention… Going out on patrol every night caused me to lack sleep, and my grades dropped drastically…”

Heather had to interrupt her: "Sorry to interrupt, but when you say your grades dropped drastically, do you mean from third to fourth in the grade?"

"Isn't that enough? Fourth place! I can't even get on the podium in a competition!"

"Okay, I'm fine, please continue."

"Humph! Also, I have to mend my Spider Suit myself when it's damaged. If it can't be mended, I have to replace it with a spare one. Do you know how expensive short track speed skating tights are online now? The biological cable raw materials purchased from Austen Industries are also a huge expense."

The more Gwen spoke, the more resentful she became, and her pretty face twisted.

"And talcum powder," Heather reminded.

"Yes! Talcum powder! I suffered a lot when I first became Spider-Woman. Later I found out that I had to apply more talcum powder before putting on the tights, especially on the joints. Oh, and the mask, which needs to be disinfected frequently. In order to prevent my father from finding out, the Spider suit had to be mixed with other clothes and secretly taken to the paid washing machine outside to wash. Several of my favorite clothes were stained because of this."

Being a superhero is not as glamorous as it seems. There are endless little troubles and things to pay attention to.

Heather suddenly hesitated and seemed to be about to speak.

Gwen rarely saw him with this expression, and asked curiously, "Are you constipated?"

"No! I just have a question that I'm really curious about...but I'm not sure if I should ask it."

"Ask me. I am your girlfriend in name only. Ask me if you want to. I will decide whether to answer or not depending on the situation."

Gwen flipped her hand and shot out spider silk to snatch the comic from Heather's hand, "Iron Man's weekly comic? It's great to be rich. You can even publish your own comic."

"Then I ask, you are not allowed to hit anyone."

Heather scratched her cheek and asked in a low voice, somewhat embarrassedly:

"You...what kind of underwear do you usually wear under your tights?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then her face quickly turned red: "W-What kind of a stupid question is this! Dirty! Perverted!"

Heather dodged the comic book thrown at her and argued, "You asked me to ask!"

Gwen couldn't find anything suitable to throw nearby, so she could only give up for the time being in anger: "Why do you think of such a question?"

"When I usually see you or other superheroes, it seems that you can't see the outline of underwear on the surface of the tights, so I'm quite curious. Could it be a T-shirt..."

"No way!"

Gwen shot out spider silk to pull Heather in front of her, blushing and whispering something in his ear.

Heather's eyes behind the glasses suddenly widened, and she looked at Gwen's pretty face so close to her in surprise.

Are all superheroes so unrestrained?

"What are you looking at me with? Wearing regular underwear outside of tights will make it look really stupid, and it will hurt because of the intense exercise, but I can't not wear it... Hate it, why am I discussing this topic with you so seriously?"

"You are my girlfriend, have you forgotten?"

"temporary!"

The two of them joked for a while, and suddenly the cell phone started beeping.

Gwen then realized that the time was up and quickly went to pack her bag: "I have to go home quickly. Do you need me to bring you lunch tomorrow?"

"I want a bacon sandwich."

"It depends. I'll stop by the supermarket on my way home. See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, Gwen jumped out of the window with her schoolbag on her back. With the slight sound of spider silk being launched, her figure disappeared between the tall buildings in the distance.

In order to prove their relationship to their classmates, Gwen would often go to Heather's rental house in the St. Regis House after school to hang out. The two became closer and closer, at least in the eyes of their classmates and friends.

After standing in front of the window for a long time, Heather turned and walked towards the living room. The spider silk on the comic would take an hour to decompose automatically, so she decided to make something to eat for dinner before that.

Suddenly, Heather's cell phone rang.

"Ok?"

He picked up the phone and frowned. It was an unfamiliar number... His social circle was narrow and there were only a few people who could call him.

"Hey?"

When I answered the phone, the voice on the other end was not the harassment or scam call I had imagined, but a strange but pleasant female voice.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Heather Annon? This is the Hero Association."

(End of this chapter)