I plant trees in the superhero world

Although he didn't know what happened, Cyril watched Charles stare at Steve, the fork in his hand - bent.

If it's like this and still can't react that the situation is wrong, he is an idiot!

He quickly stood up and served a bowl of soup to Charles, and offered it with both hands, "Charles, nothing happened to me, and Samuel didn't hit me, and Steve and Spider-Man beat him up very hard. Almost out of shape."

It should be Steve thinking of the bloody scene in Samuel Williams' refrigerator, which made Charles' demeanor change drastically, Cyril thought uncertainly, no matter how big his brain was, he couldn't imagine It's because of the rare colored scraps in Steve's mind.

Steve glanced at Charles nervously, he suddenly remembered that Cyril's father was a psychic, and what he was thinking just now...

[Rogers, I heard everything. ]

A voice suddenly appeared in Steve's mind, and he looked at Charles reflexively. Charles was drinking soup, without squinting, without giving him a single look.

[I don't interfere with Cyril's normal friendship, but it definitely does not include a person who has nothing to do with my son to imagine him! ]

Steve really wanted to defend his rights in his head, but an old popsicle from the last century, a man who was also conservative in love, rarely had that kind of reaction to the person he liked but was discovered by his father. It was Captain America who had the courage to face all enemies, and he was silent.

Can this embarrassment really be resolved by humans?

Could he still explain to Charles that this was a normal physiological reaction?This is killing him!

Cyril felt that Steve beside him seemed to be stiff all over, and he hadn't moved for a long time. He turned his head to look at him suspiciously, and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Steve cried silently in his heart.

Charles smiled and said, "Cyril, be polite when facing the captain. After all, he belongs to your grandfather's generation. How can you let a person from your grandfather's generation cook?"

Steve took an arrow in the chest.

Cyril suddenly wanted to shrink the sense of existence, he probably guessed what was going on, maybe the ambiguity between Steve and him was discovered by Charles, what was the guilt of meddling with the old man?

Cyril laughed dryly, "Actually, I used to cook for Steve before. It wasn't because I was kidnapped yesterday that Steve did the cooking."

Charles, who had only tasted Cyril's craft once, was also shot in the chest by an arrow.

There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, why bother to fall in love with the old grass stalk in front of me?There aren't many things in his x academy, but there are quite a few handsome young guys!Cyclops, forget it, too impatient; Warren, good-looking and rich, but the wings are a bit rough, forget it; Quicksilver, too jumpy; Logan, too old...

Charles counted in his heart for a long time, and felt that no one was reliable, and his cub was so good that no one was worthy of him.

Charles secretly glanced at Steve, Zai Zai is still here, it is not convenient for him to think of the captain as a little girl, next time, don't fall into his hands.

Steve watched Charles smile, cold sweat running down his back.

Gotham.

Bruce Wayne didn't wake up until twelve o'clock at noon. He was really like a bat, nocturnal, sleeping half of the day.

After he got up, he went to the Batcave to strengthen his weapons. With the emergence of various superpowers in this world, he felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

There was a newspaper in front of the computer in the Batcave. Bruce looked at the abrupt newspaper strangely. They never brought ordinary daily newspapers to the Batcave. Did Dick put it here?

Dick Grayson is his adopted child, now only eight years old, the youngest member of "Flying Grayson", the little child saw the tragic death of his parents in front of him, Bruce looked at the crying child, as if seeing the himself, he adopted him.

This kid is very similar to him, as smart, he soon discovered Bruce's hidden identity, and became Batman's assistant - Robin.

It's just that it's a kid who brings random things into the Batcave.

Bruce glanced at it casually, his eyes fixed. There was a small portrait of a human face on the genuine New York Daily. Even though the pixels were moving, he could tell who it was at a glance.

Ogre?Cyrillic? !

Before Bruce's brain could react, he had already grabbed the newspaper and browsed through it at a glance. Only when he saw "the last two kidnapped were rescued" did he realize how loud his heart was beating. It's okay, it's okay, But Cyril, why do you always have so many disasters and troubles.

This newspaper must not have been brought in by Dick, it seems that it was Ah Fu.

Alfred came down with milk and cookies, "Master, you haven't eaten yet, I believe that no matter how eager you are to modify your battle suit, you won't even have time to eat."

With the power of the housekeeper, even Batman obediently took the milk and drank it with a frown.

"Master, if you're really worried, you can go to New York and bring him back." It's better than worrying about reading a newspaper.

A person like Batman with a strong desire for control, even if he worried about Lance and wanted to know his situation, he did not install surveillance cameras in his residence, did not take the initiative to know his news, did not take the initiative to contact his family, but poked him secretly. Poke the ground to see if the breakup fee he gave has been spent.

Alfred watched Bruce grow up. In his heart, Bruce was his own child, so he naturally wanted him to be happy instead of making himself so entangled.

"I didn't." Bruce put down the glass, wiped away the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, and changed the subject abruptly, "Is Dick awake?"

"...Master Dick has gone to school."

Oh yes, today is not the weekend.

Bruce was tinkering with his weapon again in front of the computer, and Alfred picked up the newspaper on the table and left.

Hearing the sound of Ah Fu leaving, Bruce lowered his eyelids. It is true that he still can't let go of Cyril, but he also knows that it is impossible for him and Cyril.

Such an arrogant person actually took a breakup fee in order to get rid of him as soon as possible. From then on, he knew that it was impossible for him and Cyril.

not to mention……

Bruce thought of what he had found in England and remained silent. He should no longer have to worry about Cyril's safety.

Two days later, Cyril and Steve went to the art exhibition together. Steve had been looking forward to that exhibition for a long time, and it happened to be Monday, so they went together.

The art show was in Manhattan, walking down 42nd Street, and passing Times Square, Broadway theaters, all kinds of food mixed areas, it would be interesting to keep every place they visited from the art show, without worrying about being bored.

However, Cyril did not expect that he would see a group of middle school students being led into the exhibition by the teacher at the entrance of the art exhibition. He was a little disappointed, "I thought there were few people today, so it was suitable for visiting the exhibition. I didn't expect that there were so many students .”

"I can't help it." Steve smiled helplessly. They had already avoided the weekend but not the students, and they were destined to visit the lively art exhibition.

"Hey, store manager!"

Cyril saw a short man jump up and wave to him, sorry, Peter, you are not short, but when you stand next to a man who is taller than Steve, you look very short.

Cyril smiled and waved to Peter, muttering softly, "I didn't expect it to be from Midtown Middle School."

Cyril was walking around the exhibition with Steve. Compared with Cyril's mentality of whether to shop or not, Steve had already prepared a strategy for this exhibition. He knew about many artworks on it. Just act as the narrator for Cyril.

Steve's voice was nice and magnetic, with his natural sense of justice. Cyril looked up at his vigorous appearance, and was really impressed by his handsome temperament.

"What is this?" Cyril pointed to a piece of label. This artwork seemed to be very special. It was full of labels on the collar, and it was nailed to half of the wall with small round-head nails.

Steve helped Cyril read the side introduction "...this is made by a Chinese female artist, and the labels on it are all the labels of her mother's clothes, from the 80s of the last century to the 20s of this century, a total of 40 years The history is a microcosm of China's reform and opening up and the improvement of people's quality of life."

No wonder, there are many labels in Chinese characters on it. The memory of Cyril’s previous life is still there. He knows many brands, from miscellaneous brands to Yichunduo, which is known to many Chinese, to world famous brands such as Chanel and Gucci. Life is indeed a step by step. Going for the better.

It was rare for Cyril to know him, and he introduced Steve with great interest, "This is Duoyi, this is Ailian, and this is Yichun..."

"Actually, I've always been wondering, Cyril, how did you learn your Chinese so well?" Steve remembered that on the information about Cyril he had seen before, it seemed that he had never enrolled in a Chinese class, nor had he added anything related to Chinese. community.

"I liked it since I was a child, and learned it from videos. Later, I bought books to study by myself. When I was studying, I had good friends of Chinese origin, so I could communicate more." Cyril used to think that he was very talented, and he could learn Chinese as soon as he listened to it. At that time, the Chinese classmates joked that he was Chinese in his previous life. Who would have thought that he was really Chinese in his previous life.

"Then you are really good. Didn't you say that Chinese is notoriously difficult to learn?" At the beginning, he and Natasha only learned a few sentences, and they felt how difficult it was.

"Didn't it mean that the first thing you learn when learning a language is to learn swearing? Would you like me to teach you a few words?" Cyril said excitedly, if you see Captain America swearing...

"Ngua!" Captain America disapproved.

Sure enough, it was impossible.

After shopping for a while, Steve continued to look at the exhibition outside, and Cyril went to the bathroom. He seemed to have eaten badly the day before, and he squatted for a long time.

Suddenly heard movement outside.

"Damn it! Why do you encounter terrorist attacks even when you visit an art exhibition!"

It was Peter's voice. He was still changing clothes in a hurry, and his backpack was thrown on the ground casually.

Cyril really wanted to speak, but he was going to the toilet—forget it, just pretend that he doesn’t exist, it’s too embarrassing to speak at this time, I believe that with Spider-Man and Captain America, those gangsters will be caught soon .

No, my stomach really hurts.

Cyril squatted for another 10 minutes. He had just finished flushing the toilet and was about to drag his numb "leg" out when another person rushed in with an excited boyish voice, "Oh my God! Let Iron Man fight together! I hurry up and change my clothes before I can ask Mr. Stark for an autograph!"

Peter was happily taking off his shirt, when suddenly a faint voice came from behind, "Peter~"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! "Manager, it's you, you scared me to death."

Cyril walked past Peter and complained while washing his hands, "Tell me about you, are you always so careless? When I go to the toilet, you don't even know that there is someone in the toilet when you change clothes outside? Are you not afraid of others discovering your identity? As a result You rushed in to change your clothes again, and asked someone for an autograph, you are too careless, do you think there is no camera outside the toilet?"

Peter lowered his head to listen to the training, and suddenly raised his head, "Hey, store manager, have you been in the bathroom for so long?"

Cyril "...Is there a problem with a bad stomach?"

The hairs on Peter's body stood on end. If he said there was a problem, the store manager might destroy him humanely. "No problem! No problem at all!"

Cyril snorted and stared at Peter, who was still shirtless in the mirror, "Are you still waiting for someone to come in and see you wearing a spider suit?"

Peter hurriedly continued to change his clothes. At this moment, he realized that someone was there, and ran into the bathroom to change.

Cyril was silently preparing to release a big thunder outside, "You think it is very happy to fight with Iron Man, don't you?"

"Of course, that's Mr. Stark, but my idol!" Speaking of Iron Man, Peter wanted to give Cyril a good science about his idol.

"But..." Cyril deliberately prolonged his voice, "You are the one who beat Captain America, and fighting with Iron Man should be sprinkled on you."

Peter poked his head out suddenly, "Have you beaten the captain?! No way, I haven't even met the captain!"

"Besides you and Iron Man, there should be someone fighting together." How could Steve not make a move.

"That's right, and your friend, he is also very good!" Peter's eyes were full of admiration.

"But he is the one who wrestled with you at Samuel's place before. He is Captain America Steve Rogers." Cyril smiled slightly, put down a big thunder and left quietly.

Peter "..."

Walking out a few meters from the toilet, Cyril heard Peter screaming up to the sky full of annoyance, and couldn't help laughing.

Peter fell into doubts about himself. He actually hit Captain America. He hit Captain America before he made a good impression on Captain America—although it was a sparring fight, he was the one who struck first! ! !

The author has something to say and think about it, in case something happens to the museum when Cyril is not in the toilet, he runs to the toilet and transforms into Sira to save people, and meets Peter who just entered the toilet to change clothes...

That scene must have been fun.