[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

It was already afternoon when Peter and Aunt May returned home after shopping.

He opened the door of his room.As expected, there was no one there, and Anakin had already slipped away without leaving any trace.

Everything that happened last night was so beautiful, reunited, hugged, and poured out his heart, Peter couldn't help suspecting that it was a dream.

He walked to the closet, intending to put the newly bought clothes in it.He found a note pressed with a metal button on the folded clothes, and Anakin's familiar handwriting reminded him that those things were true.

"Peter, this is the latest version of the communicator, with nano-adsorption technology, which can be directly attached to your battle suit. It was kept in my trouser pocket yesterday, and I didn't have time to give it to you in person. Thank you for your clothes, love you, Ann Nagin."

Peter took the note in his hand and couldn't help staring at it with a silly grin for a few seconds.Realizing how embarrassing he was, he carefully placed the note in the desk drawer, under the clutter, so that no one would find it.

"Communicator..." Peter picked up the small device that he thought was a button, flipped the switch lightly, and found that the communicator has sound mode and image mode, suitable for use in different environments.He switched to the image mode, and the stereoscopic light screen appeared in front of him. There were only two communication channels: Anakin and Daredevil.

Peter turned back and locked the door of the room to ensure that Aunt May would not come in suddenly, then reached out to select Anakin's channel, wanting to chat with him.It was so strange, he felt that he hadn't talked to Anakin for a long time after he had only seen him for half a day.

beep—

Daredevil's communication channel was the first to light up, and Matt's deep voice came from inside: "Hi, Spider-Man, long time no see, I need your help. Is it convenient for you tonight?"

"Uh, uh, okay, Ma-Daredevil," Peter said a little off guard, "tonight? No problem, I'm free."

"Very good," Matt said succinctly, "at seven o'clock tonight, West Midtown, on the top floor of Apartment [-], Tenth Avenue."

Peter agreed, "No problem, see you then."

After hanging up the communication, he clicked on Anakin's name and got in touch with him.

"Hi, Anakin, how are you, what are you doing now?" Peter asked cheerfully.

Anakin tied up his hair with a drawstring, and was busy cleaning out the expired food in the refrigerator: "As you can see, I'm doing a big cleaning."

Peter nodded, and then crackled, "Look, that's the bad thing about the house being too big. It's a lot of work to clean. The real rich people hire nannies and cleaners to do the job, but you don't dare to ask them for the sake of secrecy." ,Yes or no?"

Anakin sighed, knowing that the other party had turned on the chatter mode again: "You guessed it, Mr. Parker, but unfortunately there is no class bonus. And you forgot, I don't have a job now, and my deposit is almost spent, so I can't afford cleaning .”

"Hmm," Peter folded his arms deliberately, "who do you think should be blamed for this? Who insisted on resigning? Who was planning to slip away quietly after ignoring the confession of a kind teenager?"

Anakin said helplessly: "It's me, it's me, it's all me. So I deserve it because I don't even have the money to order a pizza delivery now."

Peter immediately moved closer to the screen, and asked with concern: "Have you not eaten since morning? It's almost two o'clock in the afternoon. But your home is too remote, and you may not be able to deliver takeaway. But you always want something to eat , otherwise it is not good for the stomach."

Anakin wiped the sweat from his brow, and Peter noticed a strand of blond hair on his fair forehead.

"I want to eat, but first, I have no money, and second, I have no ingredients. Everything in the refrigerator is expired."

Peter suddenly thought of an idea: "When you came to me yesterday, you said that you just learned to connect with the Force?"

"That's right, then..." Anakin looked at Peter, and immediately understood what he meant, "Looks like I'm going to order a Spider-Man takeaway."

"No. [-] in New York, Spider-Man delivery service!" Peter jumped up beaming, "What do you want to eat, how about a sandwich? This is the fastest to make."

Anakin touched his stomach: "Yes, no problem."

"Wait for me for a few minutes!" Peter hung up the communication, quickly ran to the kitchen, took out bread, cucumber and ham from the refrigerator, and started making simple sandwiches.

"Peter, are you hungry again?" Aunt Mei heard the movement and came out to take a look. "Didn't we just finish the Brazilian barbecue at noon? It was less than two hours ago."

"Uh, yes, I'm just adding a meal," Peter said, "Afternoon tea, you know, I'm still growing."

Aunt Mei seemed puzzled: "You never ate at this time before?"

"Today I suddenly want to eat something, maybe it's a secondary development." Peter absently dealt with Aunt Mei, then clamped the sliced ​​cucumber and ham, cut the sandwich diagonally with a knife, and placed it neatly On a plate, carry it into your own room, and don't forget to close the door.

"Anakin, pull me over." Peter sent a short message through the communicator.

Anakin, who was hungry, immediately opened the force connection, and Peter appeared in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to pull him over.

"Spider-Man delivery is here!" Peter handed the plate to Anakin like a pizza boy.

Anakin took the ham and cucumber sandwich, took a big bite, and said while chewing, "It's delicious, have you awakened your cooking superpower?"

Whether the sandwich is delicious or not, the ingredients are ready-made, and Peter didn't even turn on the fire.But he just liked to hear Anakin brag about himself, and couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, and said triumphantly: "You won't guess, Aunt May's cooking is terrible. In order to save my stomach, I seven I started cooking for myself when I was young."

Anakin was really hungry, he ate up the sandwich made by Peter in a few minutes, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said contentedly: "It tastes really good, probably only worse than the hot dog we ate on your prom day A little bit."

"The hot dog that night was really delicious, I'll treat you next time." Peter said, "How about it on the school's rooftop?"

"Okay." Anakin nodded, and then realized a problem, "How do you get home now, Peter? The Force Connection can't send you back."

Peter's expression froze for a moment.Anakin's home is far away from New York City. He is penniless now. If he just walks, he doesn't know how long it will take to go back.If I went back to my room with a sandwich and didn't go out for a few hours, Aunt Mei would definitely find out.

He even wears house slippers!I can't even walk fast!

Anakin looked at Peter's stupid look, couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Don't worry, I have a modified car in my garage. If there is no traffic jam in New York City today, I can guarantee Be at your house in 15 minutes."

"Yeah, that's great!" Peter kissed him back happily.

Anakin stood up and used the Force to suck the car keys on the shoe cabinet into his hand.He twirled the key ring with one finger, showing a cool and wicked smile.

"Ready to see the racing skills of a Tatooine racing champion, Peter?"

At this time, he is not like the gentle teacher who usually pretends to be or the Jedi knight who has experienced life and death, but like a high school boy playing in a band.

Hell, he's so handsome!

Peter stared at Anakin at this moment, and couldn't help his heart beat faster.He feels that this is the true temperament of the other party that has been buried for a long time, and now it has regrown little by little.

"Come on, hope your car is earthquake-proof," Peter said, "don't throw your poor boyfriend upside down."