Save that bat! [Comprehensive British and American]

Clark lived happily in Stark Tower, and even slept for a whole night on a rare occasion.

After enjoying the breakfast made by Captain America himself, he despised himself for oversleeping, and then chose to become a conscientious sparring partner.

I have to say that as a sparring partner, there is no better guy than Superman.His steel body doesn't have to worry about injury at all, and his strength and speed are perfectly controlled.

But after putting Superman to the ground for the fourth time, Steve finally discovered the problem: Clark's fighting skills were really poor.

Clark himself admitted this shortcoming. His speed and strength are unmatched. He usually wins with a crushing posture when facing criminals. When facing kryptonite, he is so weak that he can hardly stand (this Sometimes it's Batman who solves the problem), not to mention using skills to win, so human fighting skills basically become a display on him.

The two big-breasted sweethearts strike an amicable deal: Clark helps Steve hone his fitness, and Steve trains Clark in fighting techniques.

I have to say that Captain America is brave.

——Kirkini's hip line——

In the lobby of Stark Tower, Natasha carefully applied her makeup against the reflective glass.

In the training room behind her, two 1.9-meter-tall big-breasted men were fighting fiercely.

After a while, Steve came out, he was topless/naked, with a white towel draped over his shoulders.Because I just finished exercising, my breathing is still a little short.He grabbed the towel casually and wiped the sweat off his body. The muscles stretched during his movements were smooth and beautiful. If Tony got up and saw him now, he would probably praise him for being too hot.

Seeing Natasha in the hall, he greeted her uncomfortably, blushed and hurried back to change.

And Clark followed behind him, completely different from Steve, he was dry and fresh, and he was still wearing conservative home clothes.The light gray fluffy soft cloth fits his body, softening his stern facial contours, and there is even a chubby rabbit printed on his chest.

Natasha looked up and down, looked at the cartoon rabbit pattern carefully, and finally said with certainty: "This must have been prepared by Tony."

Clark seemed oblivious to how hot he was wearing this rabbit home suit, and there was obvious gratitude in his tone: "Yes, thank you Tony, I must thank him in person, this suit is really very good Soft and comfortable."

Perhaps in his opinion, there is basically no difference between the bat logo on the uniform and the rabbit pattern on the pajamas.

Then he suddenly turned his head to look out the window, and his expression became serious: "There is a problem with a plane, I think I have to leave first."

He quickly changed into his uniform and rushed out.

Well, muscle bunny with super hearing.

Natasha had to admit that Tony's bad taste still made sense.

When she sat on the sofa and began to read the S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring report on Clark, Steve had already changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

Natasha put down the information: "If Fury knows that the so-called new partner who accidentally obtained super powers in our report is actually an alien from a parallel universe, Captain, your image of a moral model who is upright, brave and never lies will definitely collapse. of."

"It's just a buffer strategy, to give them time to accept."

Steve said calmly: "And you know, the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not completely credible. Fury is currently preparing for an investigation. Also, I don't never lie." He smiled lightly, incomparably He said frankly, "In order to be able to enlist in the army, I even made false reports."

"Did I dig up a big story about a World War II hero?"

Steve and Natasha cast their eyes out of the window at the same time. The handsome alien in red and blue uniform has quickly resolved the accident. With the elegant posture unique to that kind of flying creature, but the eyes are shining like a large dog: "Come and help me."

Only then did Steve see that he was still holding a kitten with messy fur in his arms, and he stepped forward to pick up the little animal that was damaged by the high-altitude wind, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's a pity you I am no longer a reporter."

"That's a pity."

Clark flew in through the open window, the soft curly hair on his forehead was blown wildly, he closed the window and landed on the ground, looking at the little guy buried in Steve's chest for warmth with concern: " I saw it when I put the plane at the airport, poor little guy, he broke a leg, the man thought the cost of treatment was too high, so he didn't want it... he was so small, I just put it Bring it back."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally he begged with a guilty conscience: "I can raise it, right."

Natasha had brought the medicine kit long ago, and she took the soft little guy in Steve's arms, which obediently took its paws even when it meowed in pain—it was a puppet cat, although The expression is a little cold, but its big blue eyes are as beautiful as the starry sky on a summer night.She quickly put medicine on it and said without hesitation: "Of course, no one would refuse a super cat's request, especially it has such beautiful blue eyes, believe me, Tony will like it too, Right, cap?."

"...Of course, Natasha." Steve sighed while holding his forehead, full of the sense of responsibility of an old father in his heart, he said helplessly, "Maybe I can bring it some cat food or something when I come back."

Clark looked at the time, ten o'clock in the morning: "Where are you going? Maybe I can give you a ride."

"No Clark, I'm just going to check on Bucky and get him some lunch." Steve walked into the kitchen, and Clark saw that he had prepared food for at least two people, including some special cookies.

Finally, he bid farewell to his teammates: "I'm going out, remember to order a meal at noon, don't give Tony too much dessert, his sugar intake is really too much. Looking at him, there must be no more than two donuts."

Clark nodded seriously and wrote it down, always feeling that he saw another Ah Fu.

The author has something to say:

The replacement is complete, this is today's update, [-] words (...)

No break, let out a sigh of relief

Thanks to the comments for helping me figure out the timeline, I decided to go to Professor X first, to cure the Winter Soldier's brain, and compare the speed with Kuaiyin or something?

Then go back to Thor 2 and resurrect the master.Because I haven’t watched Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., the relevant plots of S.H.I.E.L.D. are basically edited, and the X-Men only used the Wolverine series….Therefore, many characters will not appear on the stage, and they will not follow the plot when they appear on the stage, because the author does not know the plot at all.

Finally, a small theater:

Superman: I, Man of Steel

Magneto showed a smile that Lao Tzu was determined to win.

Then it started

Magneto: Liar!