[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying table pets change all over

"Of course." Tang Su turned her head and smiled at him.

Peter walked in slowly, and suddenly saw Clark sitting next to him. He jumped up and stammered, "Super Superman!"

"Hello." Clark nodded at him with a smile.

Although they haven't actually met each other, he has also heard about the Spider-Man who is always wandering around New York. Of course, what he heard means that when he uses his super hearing, he occasionally hears this little Spider-Man Vibrant sound.

Peter's arms holding the schoolbag tightened a bit. He seemed to want to say something, but he still shifted his gaze to Tang Su, and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the bandages wrapped around the other party's body, and the tone of the ending changed suddenly: "You have suffered such a serious injury!"

Tang Su followed his gaze and looked down at her wound: "Fortunately, it's not very serious, but the bandage was exaggerated."

"I can smell blood." The curls on Peter's head collapsed.

"That might be the smell of a blood bag." Tang Su's eyes were sincerely gesturing him to look up at the blood-filled infusion bag: "It was just a shot in the shoulder, nothing serious."

"Isn't it a big deal to get shot?!" Peter raised his voice, then lowered his head in frustration, "If it wasn't for my negligence, you wouldn't have been captured by the clown, sorry."

"This has nothing to do with you." Tang Su said quickly: "No one would have thought that the person who jumped off the building would be arranged by the clown, and he was obviously targeting me. I didn't react because of this reason, so I was caught by him. gone."

"Aiming at you?" Peter raised his eyes suspiciously.

Tang Su raised the corners of her mouth and said calmly: "My parents died in a car accident when they took me out to play. For a while, I always thought that I killed them... The clown must have investigated me beforehand."

Although he came from time travel, the stars have completed all his information, even the basic background has not been left behind.

"I'm sorry." Peter was even more sad.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about it now." Tang Su bent his eyes and smiled at him: "It's so late, don't you need to go home?"

"I told Aunt May to take care of you today." Peter sat down on another chair, "Mr. a responsibility."

Probably because of his heavy heart, his words became much less.

Tang Su scratched her head: "But I only hurt my left shoulder, and it doesn't affect my daily life, so I don't need to take care of it."

He looked at Peter, and then at Clark: "You are always here with me, won't you delay things?"

Clark couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his hair. He felt that it was not good, so he held back and said, "It's okay, the bat gave me a leave of absence."

What Tang Su actually wanted to ask was whether his stay here would affect Metropolis, but thinking about Superman's speed, if something happened, he would be there in a second, so he stopped talking.

Instead, Clark said, "Heal your wounds well and take care of your body."

Tang Su looked at him and hummed obediently.

"Do you want an apple?" Peter took out a bright red apple from the fruit bowl next to him.

"Myself……"

Before Tang Su finished speaking, Peter took the hand holding the apple back with a swish, and said quickly, "I'll cut it up for you and give it to you."

Clark also put back his outstretched right hand, and said slightly reproachfully: "Be careful not to touch the needle on the hand crookedly."

Tang Su looked bewildered, feeling that she had become a little baby being cared for.

No wonder they are like this, it's because he was thin because of the high-speed transfer of energy some time ago, and he was born with white skin and small skeleton, which made him look a bit delicate, and now his face is pale, and he is covered with a large piece of cloth. The bandage made people even speak involuntarily to restrain their strength.

He opened his mouth in a daze, and someone fed him a piece of peeled and cut apple.

"I feel like I'm in a dream now." Tang Su swallowed the apple in his mouth and said blankly.

"Are you in a trance?" Clark reached out and touched his forehead: "It doesn't seem to have a fever."

"What?" Tang Su shook her head: "I mean, now, Spider-Man cuts me an apple, and Superman feeds me... This is a scene that only appears in some strange Mary Su novels."

But Mary Suter refers to women, men should be... Tom Sue?

His train of thought couldn't turn back all of a sudden, his mind wandered, and he ate several extra apples fed by Superman himself.

"Actually..." Peter roughly understood what he meant, and couldn't help whispering: "Some time ago, the captain carried you around every day, and Mr. Steck would feed you dried fish."

Tang Su paused, he was forced to recall what Tang Maomao had done.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Maomao, who has been pampered by many superheroes, is Tom Su's character design... cat design!

"I don't know." He replied calmly and indifferently: "I don't remember, what cats and cats don't exist."

Clark looked at the tips of his red ears, fed him an apple with a toothpick, and nodded: "Well, you are right."

No matter how you listen, how perfunctory, but if you taste it carefully, there is still a bit of pampering.

Tang Su's whole body is going to be bad.

Peter secretly smiled at the side, and when Tang Su looked over, he quickly changed into an innocent look: "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Tang Su said sullenly, biting an apple.His cheeks were puffed up like a little hamster who is sulking and still eating.

Clark smiled, finished feeding the apple in his hand, and told him to lie down: "You have a good rest."

"Tony and the others..." Tang Su was a little worried.

"Don't worry." Clark reached out and touched his head: "They are on their way back."

Tang Su just lay down, closed her eyes, the heavy pajamas rolled up, and fell asleep within a few seconds.

He has been tense all afternoon and has been injured again, but he has only survived until now with one breath.

Seeing Clark gently tuck Tang Su into the quilt, Peter felt that he was useless.But the next moment, Superman's blue eyes looked over, and whispered to him: "You stay here and take care of Tang, I have to leave beforehand."

"Okay, no problem." Peter nodded quickly.

He watched Superman's red cape flash past his eyes, and then looked at Tang Su lying on the bed.

Tang Su was trapped in the hospital's snow-white sheets and quilt, her eyes were closed, her crow-feather eyelashes cast a faint fan-shaped shadow on her skin, her breathing was very shallow, and even when she was asleep, her brows were slightly frowned.

Looking at it this way, it is even more fragile.

Peter was about to be overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart. He sat by the bed, staring at Tang Su's sleeping face, not knowing what he could do.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated, and when he picked it up, it was a text message from Tony, asking him to come out.

Peter looked at the blood bag, there was still a lot of blood left in it, he walked out with a confused face, and saw Steve and Tony outside the ward who had changed back into their normal clothes.

"You go home, Don is here to take care of us." Steve said.

"But..." Peter wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Tony.

"I think you have to go to school tomorrow." Tony said bluntly: "We still have something to talk to sweetheart."

"Don's sleeping," whispered Peter.

Tony nodded to show that he knew. He watched Peter leave with his arms folded and said, "These little brats are getting more and more worried."

"You are worried about him, you can be more frank." Steve looked at him with a clear look.

Tony's face was pulled down by his words: "Is this advice from the elders?"

"I know you're angry." Steve patted him on the shoulder: "When I meet Don, don't scare him. I think he's been scared enough today."

Tony suppressed the sarcasm that was on his lips, looked in through the window, and stared at Tang Su silently.

After a while, he said, "I shouldn't let him go out at this time."

If Tang Su had stayed in the Avengers Building, what happened today would not have happened.

"This is our mutual decision." Steve said in a deep voice, "You don't need to take full responsibility."

They stood outside for a while, and Tony suddenly pressed the earphones hanging on his ears: "... Fury is looking for me."

He paused, and said very reluctantly: "Why didn't he find you?"

"Probably because I've already reported it," Steve said.

Originally they were fully armed and prepared to rescue people, but when they got there, they found that the clown had already run away, and there were only seven or eight civilians waiting for rescue.

Steve was free, comforted those people a few words, and reported the incident incidentally.

Save time for Fury to come to him again.

Tony looked at him with betrayed eyes, but got a smile that belonged to Captain America.He rubbed his arms coldly, and said in a bad tone, "Then you stay here and take care of sweetheart, don't do strange things."

Steve grinned.

Why did he do strange things to Tang, is that misunderstanding still unsolved?

"Did you misunderstand something?" He said helplessly.

"Misunderstanding?" Tony snorted coldly, "I hope so."

After finishing speaking, he frowned and pressed the earphone again: "I'll be there soon."

Steve watched him walk away, saw that the infusion bag was almost empty, and rang the bedside bell for the nurse to come in and remove the needle.

"Steve?"

Tang Su must have been awakened by the action of pulling out the needle. The person on the bed opened his eyes, seemed to be still sleepy, and muttered something.

"I'm here." Steve ran a hand through his hair.

The people under him are like cats, clinging to his palm with attachment.

The soft hair brushed the palm of his hand, and there was a warm touch again. It turned out that Tang Su pressed his hand under his face.

"Don?" Steve tried to withdraw his hand.

But the boy tentatively hooked his wrist with his right hand, his white fingertips just touched the pulse, and felt that he was about to leave, so he subconsciously bent his fingers back.The fingertip grazed his wrist, as if someone had gently scratched it.

Probably disturbed by Tony's words, Steve pursed his lips, only feeling that the place touched was slightly hot.