Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Back at Avengers Tower, the Avengers received a video feed from the X Academy, unsurprisingly live from Charles himself.He was in a wheelchair and seemed to be in a good mood.

After yesterday's turmoil, the X Academy's network cable seemed to be damaged, and the signal of this video communication is not very good.

In the background, Wanda can be seen floating in the air, using chaos magic to move building materials.Pietro's silver light flashed uninterruptedly over the half-finished building.

The college has never been short of people who come to demolish and relocate, and the reconstruction can just be used to train students' abilities.

This construction method can be said to be very environmentally friendly and save money.

"Wanda and Pietro's nicknames are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver," Charles said. "It fits them well, doesn't it?"

"Charles, do you want a domed top, a fan top, a swastika top, or a hard mountain top, a spire top, a gable top?"

Eric's deep and pleasant voice came from the other end of the call, and the Avengers were all silent.

It sounds like you're pretty skilled at building a house for your wife, huh?

But it seems that Charles is also very handy in helping Eric raise children.

It's just that just after dinner time, Jarvis interrupted with a breaking news.

"Sir, Mr. Unknown has a voice message."

"Oh, let it go." Tony poured a glass of wine.

'I think I have to go without saying goodbye? 'The voice message is short and ends with a crisp sound followed by an electromagnetic noise.

"Where's Deadpool?" Natasha's expression changed.

"He left after leaving the academy just now, maybe he went to find Unknown..."In the middle of Clint's speech, he also found out that something was wrong.

Deadpool has been following Anonymous every step of the way, but after all, he is not a member of the Avengers establishment, and has no position to follow the Avengers, so when he called for the almost iconic taxi, the others didn't care.

It just feels wrong now.

"This is unnamed freedom," the captain stated. "He has no obligation to follow us all the time."

"Mr. Unknown's last recorded call was with Wilson Fisk," Jarvis added.

"Is it the Fisk I thought?" Tony frowned, "That's really a big deal, what is he planning this time?"

Wilson Fisk is a successful philanthropist and businessman on the surface, but he actually controls half of New York's gangs and underground transactions. It is even rumored that he has some shady deals with Hydra.

It's a pity that there is no evidence, and even S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot arrest him for no reason.Daredevil's efforts to make his crimes public have been unsuccessful.

Fisk had hired Deadpool before, and he was considered a regular customer. I don't know why he approached Anonymous this time, but it was definitely not for drinking tea and chatting.

New York City, Brooklyn.

Anonymous walked side by side with Helmut Zemo on the street, both of them looked very homely with shopping bags in their hands.

"Milk, bread, instant pasta..." Unnamed looked down at the shopping list as he walked, "It looks like everything you bought is complete. Are the other things in the house complete?"

"Enough, the requirements of life in winter are not too high," Zemo raised the plastic bag full of plums in his hand.

"As long as there are plums, I don't think there will be any problem in winter." Unnamed held an apple in his mouth, slurred his speech, and groped in his shopping bag, "Screwdriver, parts, are the models not in order?"

"Winter's arm technology is not as advanced as I imagined. In fact, I doubt whether Hydra has not made important improvements after the Soviets installed that robotic arm. Simple repairs should not be difficult."

"Okay," Unregistered looked up and saw a taxi across the street, "Our ride is here."

The two stepped forward and knocked on the car window anonymously.

A red mercenary sprang out from the car—Zemo could only use the quantifier 'only' to wrap itself around Unknown's body like an octopus.

"Sweetheart!" Deadpool grabbed Anonymous and refused to let go. Due to his height, it was difficult for his legs to be clamped around Anonymous' waist. It looked ridiculous, "We haven't seen each other for a long time!"

"It's only a few hours, let me go, Wade," Unnamed threw the large red goo into the back seat of the taxi, and got in himself.

Zemo is grateful for his decision to keep the front seat to himself.

"Thank you for your hard work. I recommend Sharp Aisi eye drops to you. Don't go blind at a young age," Zemo suggested to the Indian brother who was driving in a friendly manner.

"Mr. Dead has a good relationship with his boyfriend!" The Indian brother said enviously, "If only the girl I'm after and her boyfriend don't have such a good relationship."

Oh, Zemo shut his mouth indifferently, how could he have delusional thinking that Deadpool's driver is a normal person?

The apartment is right in Brooklyn, not far from the grocery store.

Zemo fumbled for the key from under the rug to open the door, which was actually very unsafe, but if a thief or anyone else dared to come to this house to steal—

Just light a candle for them first, may they rest in peace.

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he faced was the muzzle of a black hole. The Winter Soldier was sitting on the sofa in the living room, pointing his hand/gun at the three people who had just entered the door.

His hair was a bit long and messy, and it looked like it hadn't been cut in a long time, and Hydra doesn't offer haircuts, I guess.

It was the first time that Deadpool appeared in this apartment, and the Winter Soldier was particularly hostile to him, and he refused to put down his pistol/gun for a long time.

Zemo, accustomed to the Winter Soldier's excessive vigilance, walked right past the Soldier and placed bags of food on the kitchen counter.

"Spaghetti at night?" Good man Zemo said he could cook.

Deadpool rushed into the kitchen, reached out and took out a plum from the bag, lifted his mask, and put the plum into his mouth.

"It's sweet," he remarked.

The unnamed over there just persuaded the Winter Soldier to put down his gun. The latter saw Deadpool eat his precious plum, and immediately rushed into the kitchen at a speed exceeding the serum limit.

He stretched out his mechanical arm, grabbed Deadpool by the neck, and pressed Deadpool against the refrigerator door.

"Winter!" Unknown chased all the way to the door of the kitchen, and saw three big men squeezed into a space of only a few square meters, and two of them looked like they could start wrestling at any time, "You let go of Wade—"

"Plum." The Winter Soldier said the first words since they entered the door, and they were full of resentment.

"Okay, everything else is yours, it's all yours..." Unknown suddenly felt like a kindergarten teacher, and realized the importance of Zemo's experience in raising children.

He forcefully stuffed the remaining bag of plums into the Winter Soldier's hands.

Hearing the unnamed dissuasion, the Winter Soldier slowly let go, picked up the bag of plums and sat back at the table, clearly declaring his ownership of these fruits.

"Actually, it's really delicious. Brother likes this fruit." Deadpool tore off his mask to cover the lower half of his face, and shook his gloves that were still stained with juice in disgust.

Anonymous handed him a tissue, whether to use it to wipe his hands, or to use it as a white flag of surrender, it all depends on his desire to survive.

The Winter Soldier watched Deadpool vigilantly, and said that the mechanical arm was already hungry and thirsty, and the little bastard who dared to snatch the plums should not run away.

I.winter day.Unicorn arm, find out.

In fact, the origin of this weird state of room sharing is just a coincidence.

That time the Winter Soldier made a hasty escape from the Hydra base, not really knowing where else to go.Zemo just happened to see this suspicious-looking man standing in front of the plum stand as he was going out into the street.

His intuition told him that this was a soldier, and a very confused one at that.

Zemo bought some plums for the Winter Soldier and took the latter home. It can only be said that the two of them are very destined.

Of course, it was not the temporary residence provided to him by S.H.I.E.L.D., but an apartment he secretly rented: Zemo’s confidence in the government has reached the bottom, and it is unlikely that he will have a chance to rebound.

Then Zemo contacted the unnamed: He felt that this person who is not affiliated with the Avengers, does not obey the orders of the US government, and is very close to the mercenary Deadpool is worthy of communication.

It was the perfect place to hang out after Untitled broke away from the Avengers.

"I killed the Red Skull today and found a job. His name is Wilson Fisk. It is said that the salary is very good." Anonymous turned on the TV, ready to help Zemo cook while listening to the news.

"Who is that? What does he want to hire you for?" Zemo is still a foreigner after all, and he doesn't know much about the distribution of local forces in New York.

Before Anonymous could answer, the voice of the announcer on the TV attracted everyone's attention.

"The Avengers fought against Magneto at the X Academy in New York State? What is the purpose of the radical leader of the mutants this time?"

The picture in the news is of Captain America in uniform after the battle.Fortunately, the media did not take photos during the battle, so they did not know the existence of Wanda.

The Winter Soldier snorted disapprovingly.

"Okay, don't want Captain America, I understand," Anonymous cut the TV station, and pulled out a small figurine from behind, "Look, what I brought you, I bought it from the supermarket."

It was a crude model of Captain America, and the shield was still detachable.

The Winter Soldier carefully removed the shield, which was no bigger than a thumbnail, with two metal fingers, and held it up to his eyes.

He glared at Anonymous, then turned and went back to the room.

"So," Unnamed asked while beating eggs in a glass bowl, "Is there anyone willing to go to the New York hospital with me at night?"

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