Everyday life at Midtown High School

How does it feel to be half asleep and hear someone knocking on the window outside?

Especially if the floor where you live is on the twelfth floor...

Pooh sat up with a startled expression on his wide brown eyes.

Seeing the red and blue grid-striped Spider-Man hanging upside down outside the window, he pulled up the quilt reflexively.

As for Harry beside him, he was still asleep.

With a dazed expression, he sat up under Pooh's pushing and shoving, but his eyes were blank and out of focus.

"Hi, hello."

Spider-Man slowly slid down a spider's thread, and mouthed a greeting outside the window.

Then, under Pooh's incomprehensible gaze, he pushed open the open window with difficulty, and got in through the window.

"It's really hard to find you."

The little spider complained, chattering endlessly: "Sometimes I really don't understand what you rich people think. You have a mansion and a villa at home, but you don't like to live in it, so you have to run out to spend money." Staying in a hotel. Oh, just for these animal sex props? God, what's the fun in this... Wow, wait, what are those white plastics on the ground? Evil balloons? It doesn't look like it, It still has color, what is yellow, lemon flavor?"

"To shut up!"

Pooh was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear to cry out.

Peter blinked the eyes behind the mask, and then, wisely, did not continue the topic just now.

But at the same time, standing in front of the bed of two friends, he couldn't help but look around, and sighed: "It seems that the battle is quite intense."

Annoyed, Pooh ignored him.

Harry was still hypotensive and looked dazed.

Finally, Peter's eyes suddenly stopped on the side of Pooh's collarbone.

He pointed curiously and asked, "Hey, is that a hickey?"

"No, it was a bug bite," Pooh said.

Then, he pulled up the quilt again, with a vigilant expression of a good woman encountering a hooligan.

However, when he found that Peter was still talking to himself, he couldn't help complaining irritably, "Brother, can you shut up and stop being so talkative?"

"I tried."

Peter honestly replied, "But I can't help it."

At this time, Harry shook his head, and finally recovered from the dizziness caused by the faint low blood pressure that had just woken up.

But his face still looked uncomfortable, and there was also the impatient expression that belonged to young master Osborne that often appeared on his face.

His tone was harsh, and he opened his mouth to say, "Damn it! Peter, what are you doing here?"

"I miss you, friends." Spider-Man said softly.

"If you don't believe me, try another reason." Harry interrupted.

"Hmm...I found out that the two of you are missing, so I'm worried about your safety?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"Idiot, you can call and ask first, and then change." Young master Harry was woken up because he was sleeping, and his tone was very unfriendly. .

"Hmm..." Peter thought hard.

"Actually, you can consider telling the truth." Pooh couldn't help reminding.

"Yes!"

Peter suddenly came to a realization: "Accidentally, my train of thought was led astray by Harry."

Harry sneered sarcastically.

He has the urge to get up, and he is in the time of the day when he has the worst personality and the worst temper.

Pooh was used to this, so he reached out to pat him on the back naturally, and stroked him back and forth a few times soothingly.

Harry, who was originally very irritable, became a little quieter.

At this time, Peter finally confessed the truth: "Well, actually, I'm here to find Pooh."

He turned his head and asked seriously, "Pooh, can you walk me through the back door?"

"Go through the back door?"

Pooh was surprised for a moment: "What back door?"

"Please introduce me formally to Mr. Stark."

Peter replied.

"My dad? Don't you know him? Formally? Do you want to work in Stark Enterprises? If you want to join, I can introduce you to Aunt Pep. My dad is only the R&D manager and chairman. It doesn’t matter what the company manages.”

Pooh explained patiently.

"No." Peter said very seriously, "Please introduce me formally as Spider-Man."

He said seriously: "I want to join the Avengers."

"Join the Avengers?"

Pooh raised his head in confusion: "Why did you suddenly have this idea?"

Peter replied in a calm tone: "When my hand-stitched uniform was torn by Doctor Octopus, I thought of the captain's battle-hardened red, white and blue uniform."

Pooh looked at him incredulously.

Harry ignored Peter directly, put his arms around Pooh's neck, and dozed off with his head drooping.

"Do you know how much the captain's uniform costs?" Peter asked.

Pooh shook his head, not paying attention to this matter.

Peter reported a relatively high number.

Then, he asked again: "Do you know how much my uniform costs?"

Pooh continued to shake his head.

Peter quoted a fraction of the price of the captain's uniform, which was about tens of dollars.

"It's the same tight clothes, organized people, and unorganized people, the difference is so big."

Peter chattered endlessly: "Although I also admire the captain, this is really too enviable and jealous. It is said that when he first debuted, old Stark, yes, your grandfather Howard, once dedicated to him Design uniforms. When using materials, they are all carbon fiber, Kevlar bulletproof materials, etc. A bunch of good things... Now, I heard that the Shield Bureau specially designed clothing for the captain. And a while ago, Your father also made a move. An ordinary uniform has been modified to almost become a battle armor. Whether it is the bulletproof function or the modified dexterity, lightness, and easy-to-move performance of the joints, it is simply bursting. What in the world Such a nice uniform!"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Pooh asked dizzily.

"I want to say that if I also become an Avenger, I can enjoy the same treatment, even if I am a little worse than the captain, it doesn't matter."

Peter said obediently: "I'm not greedy, the uniform only needs half of the captain's uniform to be strong."

Then, he showed an expression of bitterness and hatred, and said painfully: "I don't want to try it again. I have experienced the experience of being torn off by bad guys and running naked in the street."