Everyday life at Midtown High School

The little spider drooped its head, wearing a hood, it was hard to hide the depressed atmosphere around it.

He silently closed his mouth, turned around silently, and walked towards the door silently...

"Wait." Tony yelled suddenly.

Spider-Man immediately made a 180-degree turn with his left foot as the axis, turned around as if resurrected, and chattered vigorously: "Mr. Stark, have you changed your mind? You finally found out that I have excellent abilities. Good character, you are the best candidate for Avengers, are you already planning to help me make a uniform? Haha, you don’t need to be too elaborate, as long as you are half as good as the captain, Mr. Stark, you are really a good person... "

"...I just want to remind you to take away those two small speakers with poor sound quality on the ground." Tony said.

Spider-Man looked at him accusingly through the mask.

Tony looked extremely calm.

In the end, Peter returned to his depressed state, lowered his head and stuffed the small speaker into his backpack, drooped his head, his back was dim, and walked towards the door step by step.

This time, no one stopped him until he left.

Pooh glanced at Tony and the others, and then at the sad figure of his good friend.

After thinking about it, he chased after him.

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed a little unhappy, but he stood up anyway and followed without hesitation.

Kung fu for a while.

There were only three full-time Avengers left in the house.

"Should I encourage that child just now?" The captain, who cherished the junior the most, couldn't help raising his head and asked.

"Since you have decided not to let him join, don't give false hopes." Tony replied very naturally: "Besides, that kid is not so easy to be hit, he is Spider-Man."

"Yo, he's Spider-Man?" Black Widow imitated his tone and repeated: "It sounds like you're not as indifferent as you were just now?"

The shrewd female agent confidently asserted: "Tony, you appreciate him!"

"Then you are mistaken, that kid is too good at playing!"

Tony raised his finger with a half-smile and said: "But I hate others to steal my limelight! But..."

He laughed and said, "However, after I retire, can I give him a chance to replace me?"

Steve was taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "Retire, are you going to retire? When do you plan to retire?"

"Five years, maybe ten years!"

Tony meant something, but replied with a serious smile: "At that time, some messes must be dealt with before handing over to the children! Otherwise, you will definitely be scolded."

On the other side, at the elevator door, Pooh and Harry finally caught up to Peter.

Peter was hanging his head, standing there in a daze.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Although he was a good brother since childhood, Pooh was still very annoyed by Peter's interview.

He grabbed Peter and asked angrily: "Who have you seen running up to dance during an interview?"

"You told me that Mr. Stark is the examiner! Mr. Steve is also the examiner!" Peter replied aggrievedly.

"But what does my dad being the examiner have to do with your dancing? Even if he likes to watch dancing, he wouldn't like a man in a mask and tights to dance! And Steve, why don't you mention what he does?"

Pooh poked his chest aggressively with his finger, and continued to question bitterly, "Why did you play so casually, why didn't you prepare well! I even told you the examiner and the test questions! As a result, the questions that give you points like this, Don't you want any?"

"I'm not very casual!"

The little spider shouted in a soft nasal voice: "After you told me, I went back and carefully read the videos of Mr. Stark attending some press conferences over the years. After watching one after another... I found that every game! Every game he played bouncingly!"

"Bouncing? Are you kidding me?"

Pooh narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Harry stood behind him to watch the fun, and today he was almost dying of laughter from these two guys.

He guessed that Peter must have a reason to explain it next... This reason should also be very interesting.

At this time, Peter really did not disappoint Harry.

He had been prepared to take out another tablet from his backpack, swiped the screen a few times, and a press conference from Stark last year appeared immediately.

In the video, Tony actually jumped onto the stage with brisk steps. Accompanied by the rock music of AC/DC, a group of babes in miniskirts danced wildly around him and kissed him several times with lipstick. smiling.

Pooh: ...

"and this."

While speaking, the little spider opened another video, Tony fell from the sky wearing steel armor, and the mechanical arm helped him take off the armor. He put his arms around two girls in short skirts with big breasts and thin waist, and smiled as he watched the rest of the girls get together. Do a lap dance.

"Look, how much he likes to dance." Peter analyzed seriously.

Without waiting for Pooh to answer, he opened another video and explained: "There is also the captain, look at this..."

In the not-so-clear black-and-white video, Captain America is wearing a crude cotton costume, with two small wings on his headgear, holding a shield, singing and dancing with a group of scantily clad girls behind him, singing and dancing the "Star-Spangled Banner with Aspirations" man'.

Pooh recognized it immediately.

This should be the precious image left by the Captain when he sold national debt during World War II (Captain: No, it is black history).

After the three videos were played, Peter turned his head.

He asked solemnly: "Of the three examiners, two are very fond of dancing. Do you still think that my previous interview was handled casually? I was obviously trying to match my preferences!"

Pooh was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, he murmured: "Damn it, I actually think... think what you said makes sense."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

He coughed a few times in a low voice, not irritating his two silly friends.

The little spider shrugged his shoulders pretending to be nonchalant, but he completely lost his usual vivacity.

"I really tried my best, Pooh!"

Even though he was still wearing a mask, the aura around him somehow made people feel lost, wronged and pitiful.

Having been a brother for so many years, his appearance made Pooh very uncomfortable.

He can't wait to stab at both sides immediately, to prove their strong friendship to Peter, and to comfort the little spider's wounded heart.

"Isn't it just a uniform!"

After thinking hard, Pooh patted his chest and promised, "I'll steal a few pieces from the captain's closet for you later, my dad made him a whole big closet, let's find a way to dye it, and then change the size to use it. "

"A whole wardrobe!" Peter repeated longingly.

"Yes, a whole set." Pooh replied in a cheerful tone: "My dad also made him matching bags, big, medium and small, red, white and blue shield bags, the small ones can be used as wallets, and the big ones can hold shields. The medium one was taken away by Natasha a while ago to be used as cosmetics."

"That's great!" Spider-Man exclaimed enviously.

"Then I'll find one for you too, and let's change it to a red and blue grid later?" Pooh said generously.

Peter was moved to tears.

He hugged Pooh warmly, and said gratefully, "It's great to have you!"

On this day, the sun was shining brightly. When Spider-Man walked freely through New York City with his spider webs, he was greeted by a warm breeze...under the mask, he couldn't help but shed tears of emotion: "In this life , my best friend, brother, is...Harry!!!"

Compared with Pooh's "I stole the captain's wardrobe for you";

Harry's "I'll look for materials and find a way to find someone to do it for you" is obviously more in line with Peter's wishes.

"It's just like what Harry said, if I really wear the captain's clothes that I stole and modified, how embarrassing I will be when I meet the captain in the future!"

Peter thought speechlessly: "This guy, Pooh, is really reliable at all."

"Although your idea may be better than mine, do you really need to tear me down like this?"

Pooh turned around angrily and asked Harry: "Don't be so direct in front of Peter. I'm also helping to find a way. What do you mean by letting him wear stolen goods? Am I a thief? I just find a few pieces that the captain doesn't wear, or Taking old clothes away and giving them away, how can it be considered stealing? At best, it can only be regarded as helping the poor!"

Harry suppressed a smile: "So, giving Peter is helping the poor?"

"Don't catch my language problem!"

Pooh gritted his teeth and complained bitterly: "I just have a feeling that you are deliberately discrediting my image in front of Peter, otherwise, you have a good idea, why didn't you remind me earlier, and why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Yes."

"What? Exactly?"

"I'm just trying to tarnish your image in front of Peter, so I can't say it earlier, yes." Harry replied very frankly.

"Why?" Pooh asked with a hurt face.

"Why else, I'm jealous."

Harry reached out and touched his head, and said earnestly, "Don't you think you've ignored me a lot because of Peter's affairs?"

"Hey, Peter is our good friend! How can you be jealous?" Pooh couldn't help protesting.

But soon, he was complacent and (pretended) embarrassed again: "Oh, I really can't help you, you just like me so much!"

Harry watched the scene with a complicated face.

Then, he suddenly asked: "Pooh, do you know the difference between liking and loving?"

"Like is not as deep as love?" Pooh replied while thinking, while giggling.

His big brown eyes sparkled in anticipation of a possible confession and he asked, "What are you trying to... er, say to me?"

"Like is like being with someone, playing together, studying together, resting together and so on."

Harry simply explained: "But, what about love! Besides wanting to be with this person, even if this person is a piece of shit, he will worry every day that others will come to grab this piece of shit from him, I want to monopolize this piece of shit, and be inseparable from this piece of shit for the rest of my life, this is love."

Pooh had a broken face: "...Are you calling me a piece of shit?"

"It's just a metaphor, honey. I mean, I'm always worried that someone will take you away."

Harry explained reassuringly, "Because, I not only like you, I also love you."

"Your love... smells really strong."

Pooh said blankly, "Get off with your shit, bye!"