American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"You've got your probationary license? Will we be able to drive my dad's car to the beach soon?"

In a small cafe next to the shopping street in Midtown, Gwen was slowly stirring the coffee in front of her with a spoon, and Peter, who was sitting across from her, said: "My uncle doesn't have time, he was diagnosed with lung cancer in the hospital earlier. A shadow, but okay, just a less severe inflammation, you know, he smoked when he was young..."

"Of course, their generation was like that, and so was my father. Every time his coat smelled of smoke, my mother would fight with him."

"Although I got a probationary driver's license, my uncle has no time, no one to accompany me, and I can't go on the road alone. I haven't driven a car yet." Peter said with a shrug.

"Actually, I don't know how to drive. I only need a written test for my probationary driver's license. I can barely start the car now. As for how to drive..." Peter shook his head.

"I don't know when I will pass the road test. I don't even drive much, let alone drive."

The Parker family only had an old pickup truck that Uncle Ben used to commute to and from get off work. When Peter went to Stark as an intern, he used spider silk to sway between tall buildings by himself.

In the United States, Peter's age is basically a probationary driver's license. He only needs to take a written test, but if he wants to drive alone, he must pass the road test. Peter has basically never touched a car now, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible. There is nothing out of nothing, and passing the road test is a long way off.

Gwen heard the disappointment in Peter's tone, and she changed the subject.

"I heard that the Stark Group gave you a lot of internship fees, and they plan to let you work in their group in the future?"

"Yes, although I told my uncle and aunt that they will be responsible for my future college tuition, but apparently they are intimidated by the expensive tuition fees of some good colleges, and they want to save all the money, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.”

"I think that's fine. Sometimes, I think they're worrying for nothing, but when some disaster really hits, I realize that their worries are not unreasonable," Gwen said, her gentleness and understanding. It always made Peter feel a little unworthy of her.

"If your uncle can't accompany you to practice driving, doesn't he have any friends? Or do you have any other elders who are free?"

Peter thought for a while, and he said, "You reminded me, I do have a few candidates..."

The next day, in the living room of the psychological clinic, Peter said, "...the situation is like this. I have to touch the car before I can pass the road test."

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and felt that this was not a big deal. With Peter's genius, if he drove him around by himself, he must have learned everything.

So he said, "No problem, I'm happy to help. I'll drive you around first, you'll watch by the side, and then you'll do it yourself. It doesn't take an afternoon to learn it all."

A few dozen minutes later, Schiller was in the driver's seat, pulled out a brochure from nowhere, adjusted the steering wheel, looked at the brochure and said, "Let me see, the part about steering and merging... oh, Here! Wait, isn't this rule weird?"

Pikachu and Peter sat in the co-pilot and stared at each other. Pikachu said, "I guess he didn't read the New York Driver's Manual before he got his driver's license."

"Isn't that obvious?" Peter said.

"Then why don't you think about how he got his driver's license?"

Peter looked forward stiffly and said, "As long as I don't think about this issue, I will feel that I am temporarily safe."

In a few minutes, Peter and Schiller were standing next to the car, and the cold wind of the early New York winter made him shiver.

Schiller took the phone and said, "Hello? Insurance company? Yes... I have already sent you the location information... Oh, it's not serious, there is a scratch on the side of the vehicle..."

Then he covered the receiver and said loudly to the owner of a white Audi next to him: "Shut up!! It's all your fault! Haven't you read the New York Driver's Manual? I'm going straight, you can't …”

Twenty minutes later, a sassy red supercar stopped beside the accident scene. Stark in the car was wearing sunglasses. He waved to Peter and said, "Let's go! Your uncle Tony will take you there. Get a taste of the New York coastline!"

As he spoke, he let out another contemptuous snort and said, "You should have come to me in the first place to see what this doctor looks like, how does he look like a real racing driver? The car went over 100 miles..."

Peter looked back at Schiller, who was on the phone with the insurance company. He still hugged Pikachu and got into Stark's sports car.

It didn't take long for Pikachu to cover his ears tightly, and shouted to Peter in the strong wind: "Why is he!!!! Racing!!!! Don't close the roof?!!!!"

"How do I know!!!!!!" Peter also shouted.

"It's called!!! The Fast and the Furious!!!! Understand?!!!!" Stark also shouted.

A few minutes later, the sports car also stopped by the side of the road, and Stark dug out a brochure from nowhere, and said, "Damn...how did you close the top? I hardly ever opened it by hand. Pass the car... no no no, Jarvis, I don't need your help..."

"Let me see... oh, here! What?? Intelligent Vehicle Management System???? Why is it **** smart again??? I'm going to drive manually! Is this teaching?? button or something??"

Twenty minutes later, Steve received Peter on the side of the road with his hair blown into a bird's nest. Pikachu tugged at his tangled hair and said, "I shouldn't have believed you for a ride. What nonsense! I'm just a rat, and I don't need to learn to drive, so why should I come out with you?"

Peter comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter, Captain America will not be as unreliable as they are!"

Indeed, Steve drove an unremarkable black Cadillac. After Peter sat on it, Steve started the car very skillfully. At least he didn't take out a brochure from somewhere and read it while driving. Peterson Take a breath.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore. Steve's speed was getting higher and higher, and he didn't slow down when cornering. Every time he drifted, the tires would leave scorched marks on the ground, and Peter would be hit hard by another. On one side of the car door, the Pikachu in his arms almost flew out of the car window.

Then, when he passed the speed bump, Steve didn't mean to slow down at all. Under Peter and Pikachu's horrified eyes, the car rushed straight past. A bump, the entire front of the car straight up.

Steve still ignored it, the whole car almost flew over the speed bump, Peter was knocked up from the seat, his head hit the roof hard, and when he fell down, his waist was hit by the seat again. , he screamed: "Oh!!! My waist!!"

This time Pikachu has been photographed on the windshield.

Steve still drove on his own. He saw Peter's tragic condition and said with a smile: "The suspension system of this vehicle is already very advanced. When I drove on the battlefield, it was less than 20 kilometers. The arm will be knocked out a few bruises..."

"Learning to drive always requires this process. Speed ​​bumps on the road are better than spike traps and anti-collision barricades on the battlefield, right?"

Twenty minutes later~www.NovelMTL.com~ Coulson drove a special SHIELD car and picked up Steve and Peter, Steve complained and said, "I take back what I just praised about this car, its quality It's too bad, why did it turn off?"

Coulson said, "Captain, even if you're Captain America, you can't drive without a license and speed on the main road in New York..."

"Damn unlicensed driving, how could I not have a driver's license?!"

"A driver's license before 1940 doesn't count."

Steve pursed his lips and said, "Okay, but at least I'm not speeding."

"The pre-1940 traffic laws don't count either."

Pikachu sat in Peter's arms and said, "...you are really good at making friends."

Peter also said unrequitedly, "I thought there would always be a reliable one."

"That's just what you think."

Coulson turned his head and asked, "So you want to get a driver's license? Why didn't you call us to ask? S.H.I.E.L.D. can bypass the Department of Motor Vehicles and directly issue you an official driver's license. We still have this power. "

Peter said, "If you had told me this before today, I would have been delighted to ask you to print a formal driver's license for me immediately."

"But now that I have learned a lesson, I should practice slowly by myself. Before driving on the road, I will definitely memorize all the driver's manual and vehicle manual, and then update the driver's license information on time every year."

Coulson seemed quite surprised. He looked at Peter admiringly and said, "There are not many young people like you who are upright and don't pursue privileges."

Peter said tiredly: "That's probably because I'm really good at making friends."