[Comprehensive British and American] Super Mario

The roof of Peter's apartment building.

Mary and Peter sat side by side on the edge of the roof, watching the vehicles and pedestrians on the street, neither of them spoke.Mary held the beer she picked up by chance in her hand, and drank it one by one. Occasionally, she turned to look at Peter sitting beside her. This guy was hanging his head and dangling his feet, looking like a defeated rooster. He didn't ask him about the video about the cruise ship or the Avengers fight. Perhaps it would be better to accompany him quietly like this.

The setting sun gradually dyed the two of them red. Mary looked at Peter and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Peter raised his eyes, glanced at Mary, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I, have been disqualified."

"What?" Mary stared at him questioningly, "You told me before, the Stark Group internship qualification?"

Peter hummed, lowered his head, his eyes were red, "Yes, from now on...Mr. Not for you, Mary."

Mary shook her head and reached out to stroke his head. He didn't look like a defeated rooster, but a homeless puppy, pitifully, "I don't care. Peter, I don't know you What happened with Iron Man was, uh, unpleasant, but what I do know is that you are Spider-Man, the superhero who always does good things."

"What kind of superhero am I?" Peter snorted and laughed at himself, "Mr. Stark is right, I don't deserve to have such powerful equipment!"

Mary remained silent, watching Peter lower his head and cover his face with his hands, shaking his shoulders slightly, she sighed and said, "Abandon yourself? Does this make you feel better?"

Peter covered his face and remained silent.

"Okay, then you can continue to give up on yourself! Let Iron Man see, he is right, Peter Parker is a brat!" Mary said slowly.

Peter looked up suddenly, looked at Mary with red eyes angrily, and said, "I'm not a kid! Why do you all call me a kid? I'm already 15 years old!"

Mary stared at Peter and said softly, "You know what I was doing when I was 15?"

Peter sniffled, looked back at her, and said, "I don't know!"

"At that time, my classmates at school knew that I was adopted, and they rejected me because I came from an orphanage." Mary shrugged, "I'm so cute, I was called a freak!"

Peter looked at Mary, seemed to think of something, and said, "You, are you comforting me?"

Mary laughed, seeing that Peter seemed to be in a better mood, she nodded and said, "That's right, it seems that using one's own tragedy to comfort others is indeed the most effective of all methods."

"Oh, well, this does have some effect, at least I don't think I'm the worst." Peter sniffed again.

"You are much better than me! Peter." Mary said sincerely, "At that time, I would just hide in a dark corner and cry secretly, thinking about my sister, and doing nothing, even looking directly at those who laughed at me. I have no courage."

Peter was silent.

Mary picked up the bottle and took a slow sip.

Peter raised his eyes and landed on the beer bottle in her hand. He swallowed involuntarily and asked, "Well, can I have a taste? You know, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm going to be 18 soon! "

Upon hearing this, Mary looked at the beer in her hand, smiled, shook her head firmly, and said, "However, you are not 18 now, are you? When you are old, I will invite you to the bar for a drink!"

When Peter heard what she said, he first showed a disappointed expression, and when he heard that he was invited to the bar for a drink, his previous depression seemed to be dispelled by the word bar in an instant. He stared at her with bright eyes and asked, "Hey !Really? Are you serious? Didn't you lie to me? Would you really invite me to a bar?"

Mary nodded with a smile and said, "Of course! When have I lied to you?"

"Oh, although you really didn't lie to me, but you know it's not for drinks after all, it's for bars! I've never been, sometimes I see those people drinking in bars when I watch movies, and I I think sitting at the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey or something, wow, that looks really cool!" Peter said with a look of longing, "Are you sure? Do you really want to invite me to the bar for a drink?"

Mary laughed, "Do you think it's cool to sit at the bar and drink?"

Peter nodded and said, "Don't you think so?" As he said that, he made a gesture as if he was sitting at the bar, reached out and made a knocking motion on the bar, and called, "Hey, buddy, give me a whiskey!" Then , as if grabbing a glass of wine, raised his head and drank the air in one gulp. "Wow, that must feel really good."

Mary smiled and put down the wine bottle in her hand and said, "To be honest, I don't think it's cool, but when you're in a bad mood, maybe alcohol can relax you a little bit and make you less annoyed." Those unsatisfactory things in life and work."

Peter looked at her, was silent for a while, and said, "Really?" He thought for a while, "I don't think I can experience the kind of relaxation you mentioned now, after all, I have never drank alcohol." He shrugged , "However, there are things that don't go well for everyone, no matter who you are."

"Yes, an imperfect life or work will make us live harder." Mary looked at the tall buildings in the distance, "Don't cry over a piece of clothing, it's not worth it."

Peter pondered for a moment, and said curiously: "By the way, how did you know that my clothes were, in fact, confiscated?"

"I just know your clothes were confiscated by Iron Man, that's all!" Mary replied.

"You, you still know it's Mr. Stark..." Peter looked at her with a surprised expression, "How did you know?"

"Oh, I just made a reasonable imagination based on the facts." Mary curled her lips, "You probably haven't seen the on-site photos of the accident on the cruise ship. I saw you and Iron Man. When you were on the cruise ship, were you Wearing your spider skin, but you weren't wearing it when I met you, so...it's easy to think of, isn't it?"

"What? A live photo? You mean someone took a photo?" Peter asked in surprise: "My God, it also took pictures of me and Mr. Stark? Wow!"

Mary looked at this guy dumbfounded. His focus seemed a bit strange. Wasn't the topic they discussed just now why Mary knew his clothes were confiscated?Then, she saw Peter eagerly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and searched it online.

"My God, I didn't notice just now, Mr. Stark looks very handsome, doesn't he?" Peter said while looking at his phone, "Hey, I'm in the same frame as Iron Man! I have to save this photo, Ha ha!"

Mary looked at Peter, who seemed to have suddenly recovered, and burst out laughing, and said, "Is this the first time you are in the same frame as him? I saw a video today. You are not only in the same frame as Iron Man, but also Captain America." .”

"Did you see that video?" Peter suddenly looked up at her, "The video you mentioned..."

"You know there's that video?" Mary asked.

Peter nodded and said, "Yes, that is, I took it!"

"You filmed it?" Mary immediately understood, which explains why, under such circumstances, someone would film the group fight between the Avengers. "Did you upload that video on the Internet?"

Peter put his finger on his mouth and said softly, "Hey, don't say it!" He swiped the phone around the screen, then handed it to Mary, and said with a proud face, "I can't think of it!" ?”

Mary looked at the excited Peter in the video, hesitated for a while, looked up at him, bit her lips, and said, "Peter!"

Peter tilted his head at her and said, "What?"

"I came to you today because of this video...I have something to ask you!" Mary said softly, and handed his phone back: "Of course, you don't have to tell me the answer."

Peter took the phone, looked at her puzzled, and suddenly thought of something and said, "Video? That has something to do with your troubles? Could it be that your troubles are related to the Avengers?"

Mary smiled helplessly and said, "Yes, to be precise, it has something to do with Captain America."

"Oh, I see!" Peter nodded, "It seems that you are troubled by the fact that there is no way to interview Captain America? I actually don't know much. In Berlin that day, Mr. Stark and the captain fought hard, saying Really, this is the first time I saw the captain, he looks really mighty, very cool!"

Mary shook her head, smiled, and said, "I'm really annoyed that I can't interview Captain America, but what I want to ask has something to do with your group fight that day!"

"Gang fights?" Peter laughed, "Oh, Mary, you're so right, isn't it just gang fights?"

Mary also laughed, looked at him and said, "Who was there besides Captain America and Iron Man at the scene of the group fight?"

Peter thought for a while and said, "I remember the guy who got bigger and smaller, and there was the guy in the black suit who looked like a cat, and his claws were neater, um, and the black widow, and the flying eagle. , and..." He snapped his fingers, "Anyway, I didn't see Hulk and Thor, other Avengers are there as long as you know!"

"The guy who got bigger and smaller? The guy in the black clothes that looks like a cat?" Mary murmured, "Who is that? Who is the guy that looks like a cat?"

"The one who got bigger and smaller is Ant-Man Scott, and the other guy who looks like a cat is the Black Panther!" Peter suddenly interrupted Mary's self-talk, "I heard from Mr. Stark that the guy is called the Black Panther !"

"So, it looks like this is the guy!" Mary nodded and took a deep breath, "That's right!"

"What?" Peter looked at Mary a little puzzled, "What this guy, that guy? What do you mean? Mary?"

"I mean, if you want to find Captain America, you have to find this guy named Black Panther first!" Mary explained with a smile. "I think he's the one most likely to help Captain America."

"Why not Ant-Man? Oh, it can't be him." Peter nodded and said in agreement: "I heard that this guy can only make himself bigger or smaller. Captain America should not be willing to wear that guy to make himself bigger or smaller." Small tights."

Mary laughed, rolled over onto the roof, stood up, "I think I know what I have to do, thank you, Peter!"

Peter turned around and said to Mary, "Are you going to find the panther?"

"Well, yes!" Mary nodded, "First of all, you have to know his real identity, don't you?"

"So, do you need my help?" Peter just asked, thinking that Mr. Stark might not talk to him at all, he sighed suddenly and said, "Oh, forget it, I think I may not be able to help you !"

"You have helped, Peter." Mary smiled and looked at Peter who was depressed again, "You gave me a clue, didn't you?"

Peter nodded and said, "Well, if you need it," he patted his little chest, "I'm free anytime! I'm Spider-Man, aren't I?"

"Okay!" Mary nodded, turned and left.