Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter Parker, our Spider-Man neighbor, offers barely actionable advice on how to deal with rebellious teenage kids.

"First of all, we need to talk to our parents." The good student Peter thought about it. "Is there something wrong with the usual way of education?"

"There is indeed a big problem," Steve thought for a while, the attitude of the Red Skull, who can be called the guardian, towards the two of them - the fact that the guardian is the Red Skull shows the most fundamental problem - completely failed.

"The first thing to do is to convince the parents that they have to teach their children patiently," Peter explained, "education is very important."

No...impossible.

Just imagining the scene of the Red Skull with a kind face and a candy in one hand and a homework book in the other, the Avengers felt their hairs stand on end.

This is a completely impossible scenario.

"Impossible." They did say so, "Absolutely impossible!"

Peter didn't expect the reaction of the Avengers to be so intense, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.He had prevented a car accident and was now swinging over a police car.

He experienced the Doppler effect firsthand, but the sirens that were fading away still greatly affected the call quality.So he chose to stop on the roof of a building, thinking a little distractedly

"Then...is there any other elders I can contact? For such things as rebellion, you still need elders or friends to enlighten you." He tentatively asked.

Other elders?

Hydra hid the information of the pair of siblings so deeply that even Jarvis couldn't dig out any useful information.They are likely to be born in the family of ordinary people, born with the X gene.

Jarvis has scanned the blood left by Wanda at the scene, and the DNA does not match any person in the existing database.

Of course, this question can be consulted with Professor X.The captain earnestly asked Professor Xavier to use his stock of mutant data to try to find relatives for the siblings.

In any case, the odds of a child being a mutant if the parents are mutants - especially such powerful mutants - are correspondingly much higher.

"Of course." Charles readily agreed, as long as S.H.I.E.L.D. brought the blood sample to the academy, Hank could easily analyze its composition and make comparisons.

As for whether to really give the information to S.H.I.E.L.D., it depends on the wishes of the mutants themselves.

After doing all this, the Avengers realized in disbelief that they actually consulted Professor X in the unreliable way of Deadpool.

It feels like the Avengers are going to lose face.

#Can't catch you how to do#

#We went to find your father#

"Then we have to wait," the captain stood up. "You did a great job today, everyone. This is an unquestionable victory. We just need to be more careful."

"Listen carefully, this is Captain America's speech," Tony Stark rolled his eyes, and walked to the elevator first, "Okay, I'm going to draw a picture, you know that reporter still called me a few days ago" How about a modern Da Vinci', how can I be worthy of the title if I don't draw a 'Steve Rogers smile'."

"Hey, please don't insult the Mona Lisa with your stick figure please," Clint rolled his eyes, and he held a large plate of cookies in his arms, feeling as if he was not protecting the snacks, but the Like a nuke.

Tony waved his back to him.

"Sir, I locked the door of the research room, please don't try to stay up late, it will do great damage to your body." Jarvis reminded solemnly.

"Oh my god," Tony, who was interrupted halfway through his handsome show, held his forehead.

Clint started to laugh at him mercilessly, and Sam snatched the cookie away without paying attention.

So the two eagles began to fight, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

In the end, the captain pulled Sam away, Natasha dragged away Clint, and Dr. Banner took the cookie away with his faintly green skin.

They left one after another, and Natasha kindly reminded the unknown that there were rooms upstairs for Deadpool and him.

"You'd better not leave the Avengers Building these days," Natasha reminded, "We don't know when that mutant will come, at least there is Jarvis monitoring here."

Knowing that she was right, Unknown once again forcibly suppressed the urge to go to the hospital to see Triss immediately.He was really tired, too, in every sense of the word.Before going out, he had to take a good rest.

Just for a few days.He forcibly wiped away the image of Triss sitting in the sea of ​​corpses and blood in his mind, telling himself over and over again that it was just an illusion.

Natasha also went upstairs to rest after drinking her last glass of whiskey.

It was just the two of them in the living room, staring at the pure black LCD screen of the TV.Deadpool had cleaned himself up too, and without a spare uniform he was now wearing an oversized hoodie with his bare hands hidden in his pockets.

Looks surprisingly at home, if you ignore the blood-stained face mask that he refuses to remove.

Jarvis could of course pull them up whatever they wanted to see, but both Unknown and Deadpool just wanted to be alone, or at least pretend to be alone.

"Wait, brother, find something," Deadpool began to take out all kinds of sundries from the pockets of his uniform, from small bombs, magazine clips, ammunition, to crushed and deformed small biscuits, a few small bags I don't know if there is expired ketchup, and a CD.

He shuffled the rest of the stuff back into his pocket, and showed the disc to Anonymous.

"Brother's favorite horror movie, Scream or Scream," Deadpool couldn't read the words on the disc, in fact, some of the color printing on the front had faded.

Deadpool stuffed that disc into the DVD player and pulled out two cups of hot cocoa from the kitchen.Hot liquid splashed on his hands, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.

He sat down again, very close to Anonymous.The latter didn't quite know what to do, and a day earlier, he might have naturally leaned on Deadpool.

But now he can't do that, the blood that just washed off his face still seems to be there, and the gun/powder residue on his hands still hasn't been removed.He couldn't move at all, literally immobile.

It wasn't until Deadpool's breathing became clear in his perception that Unnamed could barely open his mouth to speak.He didn't realize that his whole body was trembling, and even the words he said had trembling tails that couldn't be concealed.

"I feel fear, Wade," Anonymous told Deadpool. "Is it fear? It's hard to breathe, hard to move, hard to judge."

He wasn't quite sure where the overwhelming emotion came from.

"It's good," Deadpool put his arms around Unknown and whispered in his ear, "All emotions stem from fear, and everything will be fine."

"Because you're with me." Unnamed clenched the remote control tightly, he didn't show weakness, except for his white knuckles, no one could see how uneasy he was inside.

"Yes, I'm with you. I'm scared, I'm afraid every time," Deadpool watched the burnt skin wriggling and recovering slowly, reached out to hold the unnamed hand, and took the poor remote control out of his hand out, to avoid Stark's claim the next day, "but it's interesting because of the fear."

"I guess you're right." Unknown was also staring at Deadpool's wound. He didn't know whether he was comforting Deadpool or seeking comfort from the other party. open.

He was not very familiar with these emotions, but he always felt that Deadpool would not lie to him.

"Hey, two psychologically distorted killing machines are together, watching a horror movie with trembling, doesn't it feel like a movie with a box office cancer? Brother likes this." Deadpool laughed again, "A kiss? Make up Take a look at the fragile heart of my brother who was headshot."

So they kiss.

The shifting light from the screen hit their profiles, and Wade pulled up the stacked mask over the bridge of his nose to cast a small unromantic shadow, and he simply took off the mask.Unknown panted and pushed him away, staring at his face seriously.

Does it hurt?

He was thinking like this, but he didn't ask, because the feeling of being burned to death was really painful. He briefly thought of a certain burning/burning/bomb a long time ago.Wade's scars may not all come from burns, but it's never much better than that.

It was halfway through the movie before they started staring at the screen seriously.

Unnamed remembered that they had watched this movie together before, in the dilapidated cabin of Deadpool, on the sofa, he remembered every plot clearly.

"I know you must have never seen this before, hey, this is one of my favorite horror movies - why not my favorite movie, because this has to be ranked after all the porn movies."

Did Deadpool forget they watched this together?Anonymous was a little puzzled, but quickly put this doubt to the back of his mind, probably, Deadpool didn't seem to be paying attention to the content on the screen very seriously last time.

"Tomorrow will be the third day, right?" Deadpool suddenly asked, "Would you like me to accompany you somewhere? Don't worry, I will protect you."

Unknown can see the countdown to the start of the game appearing on time in his vision, but he doesn't want to think about it.

not now.

In the morning, Anonymous rarely got up on time at eight o'clock, which gave Deadpool a chance to show off his boyfriend power.

Or girlfriend power?

Wearing the iconic Disney princess diamond tiara and pink lace apron, Deadpool cooks while humming in the communal kitchen of the Avengers Mansion.

"Dear readers, don't doubt, brother is really a princess." He hummed a song, lifted his mask, and made a threatening expression at you.

The author has something to say: I still draw 5 today

Three thousand a day is really the limit, I'm really sorry qaq because I'm too busy

#Today I also pretend to be a gentleman's dead waiter