Everyday life at Midtown High School

In the middle of the night, Gwen suddenly received a text message from Harry calling for help.

She ran out of the house secretly, and when she found Pooh, he was shirtless and barefoot, but he was sitting on the side of the road with a careless expression, playing with throwing stones one after another, completely calm and unhurried. Looks like he's enjoying himself.

"You don't look... not too bad." Gwen stood in front of Pooh carrying a big bag, and said in a complicated tone.

"Gwen, why are you here?" Pooh looked up in surprise.

Gwen didn't speak, and sullenly took out a coat from the bag and threw it in his face.

Pooh, whose face was covered by the coat, involuntarily showed a mischievous smile: "...Thank you."

While he was busy putting his clothes on, Gwen took out the shoes and put them next to him.

After a while, she controlled her emotions and asked helplessly: "What's the matter with you and Harry? When I received Harry's text message, I was completely at a loss. What does it mean 'bring Pooh a suit and shoes? , come to look for you near his house'?"

Pooh was slightly taken aback: "You said, it was Harry who sent you a text message? Asked you to come find me?"

"Yes, mindless text messages."

"...he still has a little conscience."

"Pooh?"

"Well... I lost the game, this is punishment."

"You think I'll believe it?"

"Dear sister, I lied to you with good intentions, why don't you believe me once?"

"Vinivic, I'm asking you seriously, can't you be serious for 5 minutes?"

"Trust me, Gwen. There is nothing in this world that you should take so seriously."

He took Gwen's hand with a smile, winked and coaxed her and said, "Come on, sweetheart, smile! After laughing, everything is over!"

Gwen rolled her eyes: "Damn it, you always mess things up like this!"

But she still had no choice but to compromise: "OK, I won't ask more about your affairs. But, remember to protect yourself. Pooh, I am your family, and I will worry about you."

Pooh raised his head, his brown eyes flashed with a touch of moving water, and they looked bright.

He smiled innocently, then lowered his head and pulled Gwen's hand closer, kissing the back of her hand: "yes, mylord."

Gwen sighed softly, pulled her hand back, and patted him on the head: "Little bastard, you're perfunctory again."

"I love you, Gwen, this is definitely not perfunctory." Pooh said sincerely.

After more than an hour,

Finally received a safe text message from Gwen, and Harry, who was sure that Pooh was okay, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He casually threw the phone on the bedside table, and lay on his back on the big bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The brain that had been dazzled by alcohol before finally woke up bit by bit, and he covered his face: "God, Pooh..."

The next day, Pooh came to school with a limp.

Obviously, after jumping from the second floor, he was not as safe and sound as he appeared.

"Oh, my God, Pooh, what's wrong with you?" Several familiar classmates asked with concern.

"I accidentally fell." Pooh said perfunctorily.

Everyone believed it and wished him a speedy recovery.

Pooh thanked everyone earnestly for his good temper.

"Did you fall hard?" Flash Thompson who didn't know when he came over suddenly asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a slight sprain." Pooh looked up in surprise and replied.

Thompson looked a little apprehensive and hesitant.

But he still stretched out his hand firmly, tried to support Pooh, and said enthusiastically, "Let me help you to the classroom."

"No, no need."

Pooh thought it was a bit weird, so he refused: "Thompson. I'm not disabled, I can walk by myself."

"Let me help you."

"Thanks, but really no need."

"Be obedient, I will support you."

"You're weird, Thompson, let go."

The two of them chattered in the corridor, which was a bit eye-catching.

"Let go of him." A voice interrupted abruptly.

Peter came out of nowhere, he pushed Thompson away, and said angrily, "Pooh told you to let go, didn't you hear that? Thompson, stay away from my friend."

"Peter?"

Pooh looked at him in surprise.

"Mind your own business, Peter Parker."

Thompson said angrily.

"Thompson, you should make less trouble."

"You've got courage, Parker!"

"Hey, don't be noisy! Peter, you're just in time."

Pooh hurriedly stopped their meaningless quarrel.

He directly reached out and grabbed Peter, unceremoniously pressed the weight of his body, then raised his eyebrows at Thompson, smiled and refused again in a good voice and said: "Okay, Thompson, thank you Good intentions. But lo and behold, I've got friends to help now."

Flash Thompson's expression immediately became ugly.

But he didn't say anything, just gave Peter a fierce look, and stepped out of the way with a displeased expression.

"What happened to your leg? Why is Thompson bothering you again?"

After throwing away Thompson, Peter asked with concern while supporting Pooh to go forward.

"I just accidentally dropped it."

Pooh repeated the previous excuse again, and then changed the subject and said, "Actually, you misunderstood. Thompson really didn't bother me just now. He just wanted to...uh, to help others."

"Help others, are you sure you're talking about Thompson?"

Peter had an incredible expression on his face: "I would rather believe that the sun rises from the west."

"People change! Maybe he'll grow up at last, and the prodigal will come back and be right. Well, I know you don't want to hear it, so I won't mention him. Peter, how do you feel today? Is the fever gone? Are you feeling better?" Pooh asked with concern.

"Huh?" However, before Peter could answer, he glanced casually, and suddenly found something different.

He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where did your glasses go? Peter, are you planning to change to invisible? Why did you suddenly think about it? I have told you many times, your glasses are too Dirt, seriously affected the appearance, and blocked such beautiful eyes behind the lens. Now that I take it off, it looks really handsome!"

"Don't make fun of me, Pooh. I'm... I'm fine. My fever went away when I got home last night."

Peter said vaguely: "Glasses... yes, they are changed to be invisible."

"I didn't make fun of you." Pooh gave him a strange look, and always felt that his friend was a little out of order today.

But his own affairs are still a little unclear, and his head is so muddy that he can't think about other things...

At this time, Harry, who was not far away, had already walked over quickly with long legs after seeing the two of them.

This... made Pooh so nervous all of a sudden, he almost had the same hands and feet, and didn't know how to walk.

"Morning, Pooh, Peter."

With his handsome hands in his pockets, Harry greeted them both calmly.

"Good morning, Harry," Peter replied casually.

Pooh forced a smile: "Morning!"

Harry frowned, stared at him closely, and asked suggestively, "Pooh, are you all right?"

"Haha, what can I do?" Pooh smiled in embarrassment and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Harry immediately noticed that his face was a little pale, and his heart moved slightly. He couldn't help stretching out his hand and said, "Does your leg hurt? I'll help you."

"It doesn't hurt, no need." Pooh dodged guiltily.

But soon, he realized that he hid too fast and was a bit abrupt, so he raised his head and explained: "Peter helped me."

Harry's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and slowly retracted.

"Haha." Pooh laughed dryly when he saw this.

He pretended to be chatty and said: "Many people today want to help others."

Harry looked at him blankly, without saying a word.

Peter also began to wander.

Faced with this weird situation, Pooh himself didn't know what to say.

This weird atmosphere is so embarrassing that I want to cry.

It's extremely rare...Three good friends who have always talked about everything, actually got together to perform silence.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that the three of them came back to their senses at the same time.

"Uh... I'm going to be late, after class, let's talk again!" Pooh said while trying to maintain a smile.

Peter looked at the two of them in a daze, and responded indiscriminately: "Oh, yes, good."

Harry still didn't speak, just stood there, watching Pooh leave without saying a word.

Feeling the staring gaze, Pooh was really awkward and uncomfortable.

'I've got to find a way to talk to Harry. ' he pondered silently in his heart.

at the same time,

"Tony, I'm telling you something serious, please be serious!"

Pepper Potts on high heels, in the laboratory, chasing Tony, walking up and down talking.

"Trust me, Pep! Nothing in this world deserves your seriousness."

Tony turned around, held up a wrench, and replied casually with a smile.

"No, I have to tell you, I can't take it!" Pep put his hands on his face and said, "I can't take this pressure!"

"What? What pressure? Who can't you stand? Me?" Tony tilted his head, his eyes widened, and his expression was innocent.

"I never know if you will die, if you will destroy Stark's company."

Pep said in a repeated voice: "The what...what Avenger you just joined?"

"Actually... you can also call it 'Super Boy Idol'."

"Shut up, Tony! Don't show off your humor!"

Pep yelled frantically: "I'm quitting, I'm resigning, I can't bear the fact that you ran to die just two days after you were safe.!"

"You're overthinking, Pep. I joined the Superboys, but I'm just a consultant, a civilian, not in danger."

"Don't lie to me, you joined as Iron Man." Pep said with a cold face.

"I love that title, Iron Man, he's so cool."

"Tony!"

"Okay, if you don't like it, I can quit."

"Tony?"

"Don't worry, I can save the world and protect the people by myself."

"Exit the Avengers?"

Nick Fury stared at that one eye with a murderous expression.

"Yes, quit."

Tony said quickly: "Didn't you do some shit evaluation and say that you don't recommend me? It's all right now, and I don't want to join you who have low wages, poor treatment, and no pension insurance. An organization with an ugly name is a white worker. You don’t welcome me, and I will quit as you wish, and everyone is happy.”

"You're dreaming, Stark!"

Nick Fury sneered and said: "Think this is a children's summer camp? Join and want to quit?!"

"Wait, isn't the land under my feet a free America? Forcing a legal citizen, you have violated my human rights! Human rights! Stark has a whole team of lawyers, and you can sue all of you for bankruptcy." Tony yelled. .

"You have a son, Tony."

"Haha, that's funny, thank you."

"I'm not kidding."

"Do you know how many women come to the Stark Group to look for me every year? They all claim to be pregnant with my child...Of course, Pep has always solved it very well, and no one has ever been able to come to me. You You can ask Pep about the detailed process."

"It's a wonder Miss Potts hasn't dumped you yet."

"It's understandable. I'm handsome. I'm rich and love scientific research. How many women can resist a cutting-edge science-based rich and handsome man like me?"

"Stark, repeat, I'm not kidding." Nick Fury said seriously.

"Okay! First my dad, then my son, what cards are there that you haven't played? My grandson?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"Grandson? Not yet, maybe in a few years." The black chief said calmly.

He looked at Tony like a child having a temper tantrum, and said meaningfully, "In a few years, it won't be all right."

Tony closed his eyes, took a deep breath and asked, "Where is he?"

"Why should I provide information to someone who wants to quit?" Fury stood up, supported the table with his hands, and said with a slight smile.

"You think I care? A guy who was born out of nowhere? As long as I want, I can fight with Pepson!" Tony immediately sneered, stood up without hesitation, turned and left.

Nick Fury was expressionless and let him stride away without any hindrance.

"Sir, have you changed your mind?" Agent Hill asked suspiciously: "Didn't you consider that because the child has no relationship with Stark, you have given up threatening Stark with him, but plan to find a suitable one?" Opportunity, take the icing on the cake, is it a favor? Why this time...?"

"Am I a threat this time?"

The black director raised his one eye in surprise: "Hill, did you misunderstand something? I just told him one thing - about a thing that SHIELD just investigated and confirmed. But this is also the result of my hard work. The information obtained, that bastard resigned and quit, why should I give it to him for free?"

"Then... is this the end of the conversation?" Hill raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, he'll come back to me." Fury said confidently.