Everyday life at Midtown High School

Pooh felt guilty.

He blamed himself for that ridiculous night, and didn't say a word about it to outsiders.

[Harry drank too much, did you drink too much]

While questioning himself in his heart, he tried to clear his mind: [Harry doesn't know what his behavior means.He is like many people have done before, because of his novelty and playful psychology, he wants to try new things, which is not wrong. ]

[Perhaps, this is a bit of a faux pas. ]

[However, it is an innate human instinct to be curious about things that have not been touched.But if this curiosity will bring bad results, then timely dissuasion is the correct approach. ]

[Why didn't you stop him, why did you mess around with him? ]

He kept condemning himself in his heart: [So, your unlucky luck is purely self-inflicted, and you deserve it for the fall.He's your best friend, but is that how you're good friends? ]

Although Mr. Norman's sudden appearance, when Harry did not hesitate to send him away, made Pooh a little... only a little sad.

But looking back on the whole incident, he still thinks that when the incident developed to the point where it was almost out of control, he had to bear most of the responsibility.

Even, he began to be extremely thankful that Mr. Norman could come back in time to prevent crazier things from happening.

Pooh couldn't even imagine if it was delayed any longer. 'Seducing your brother and best friend' is not a good way of life.

Things have only developed to this point, and Pooh is already too guilty to face Harry anymore.

Although he really wanted to clarify the matter with Harry, but before he thought about how to apologize to get forgiven, he began to try not to let himself appear in front of Harry.

Because of his injury, he simply asked for a leave of absence from a physical education class in the afternoon.

Then, after finishing the morning class, I ran away immediately.

Instead of going straight home, he limped off to work in the bakery.

"Pooh, is your leg really okay?"

Queenie, the proprietress of the bakery, asked very worriedly.

Pooh felt uncomfortable with her eyes as if caring for small animals: "It's okay, the doctor said I recovered very quickly!"

He also stretched out his hand to pat his leg, pretending to be very relaxed and comforting him, "Don't worry, it will be all right in a week or two."

"It actually takes a week or two."

Queenie said in disbelief, "I thought it would only take three or four days."

"How can it be so fast, I'm not a super soldier." Pooh suddenly laughed.

"Merlin." Queenie looked at him distressedly: "But it seems... really uncomfortable."

In the wizarding world, even if a bone is broken, if you drink a bottle of potion, you will still be a healthy wizard the next day.

Therefore, three or four days is the longest time she expected.But when she learned that the No-Majs were in a situation of "a hundred days of injury", she felt a strange feeling of "this group of poor and fragile little No-Majs who need to be loved". .

Pooh had no idea that she had made up so much content in her brain.

It's not the time for people to get off work, and the store is very quiet. There are fewer customers buying bread, and his leg is sprained again.

In order to take care of him, Queenie assigned him to sit in front of the cash register and be responsible for paying the bills for the customers who bought bread. By the way, she would calculate the recent accounts to see if there were any mistakes.

Pooh knew that his current state was indeed not very good, so he simply accepted the kindness.

The accounts of the bakery were very simple, and he did the calculations roughly, and when he found that there were no mistakes, he had nothing to do.

So, he casually took out a sketchbook from his schoolbag, and casually scratched a few strokes to pass the time.

"Are you drawing the comics for Cresden again?" Queenie asked casually.

She was stacking roses with colored paper and decorating the windows where the bread was placed, and then continued chatting: "You don't need to rush to draw, Credence probably doesn't have time to come and play recently. Because, the government's newly designated... he The real guardian, he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and my sister, the temporary guardian, can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"A real guardian?"

Pooh stopped writing, pursed his lips, and said with some concern: "I hope he is a good person, and he can treat Credence better."

"Credence likes him, but..." Queenie replied wistfully, "he's kind of... stern."

As she spoke, she walked over, and when she passed the cash register, she couldn't help but curiously poked her head and wanted to take a look: "Where did you draw it... Hey, don't close it, I haven't seen it yet!"

Pooh closed the sketchbook in shock, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Sorry, what I draw is not comics, but something else..." He explained in a low voice.

"Wow!" Queenie exclaimed suddenly, raised her head suddenly, and looked at him in disbelief.

Then, slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes wide, her face turned red little by little, her ears and neck were also all red.

Pooh was stunned by her reaction, and looked at her in horror.

He kept shouting in his heart: "You... why are you blushing? Why do you seem to know what I'm thinking?"Well, I was reminiscing about last night, thinking about my relationship with Harry... but I really just thought about it!Just think about it! ! '

Born with the ability to take thoughts from souls, he is also known as a "mindmaster".

Usually, she doesn't use her abilities, but if the other party is emotional, she will passively accept the other party's thoughts, so that... Queenie, who really knows what's going on in Pooh's little head, immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

Then, she turned around staggeringly, and said in a tone of indifference: "Jacob probably needs me very much, I... I will go to the kitchen to help. There are few people at the moment, and I will be in charge of the front. You can call us if you need anything."

"Er... By the way, when you're young, you better play it safe, my dear."

'what the hell?Queenie!What did you guess?Do I have the word 'dissatisfaction' written all over my face? '

Pooh stared dumbfounded at her leaving back, complaining frantically in his heart.

However, I don't know why, even though I didn't say a word, I feel as if I was completely seen through. This feels too shameful.

He lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and after a while, he reopened the sketchbook, shook his fingers, tore off the sketch of Harry's nude body, tore it up, and threw it into the trash can again...

In the end, he fell down on the counter in frustration, muttering to himself: "Is this shameless of me? I started to fantasize about my best friend?! God, I really need to get a boyfriend soon." !"

'jingle! '

The entry bell at the door suddenly rang softly.

"Welcome." Pooh raised his head reflexively, smiled brightly with professional ethics, and greeted warmly.

But at the next moment, he blurted out in surprise: "Steve, are you back?"

at the same time,

Tony has asked Jarvis to hack the S.H.I.E.L.D. database round after round, but still hasn't found any clues.

He finally realized that if the king of ghost agents had prepared in advance and deliberately hid something, it would be absolutely impossible for him to find it if he searched so endlessly.

Of course, among them, there is no saying that anyone is stronger than the other, but that there are specialties in the art industry.

He sat in a chair and thought, the interior decoration drawings of the Stark Building that he needed to review and confirm were projected in mid-air, but now he was completely in no mood to continue reading.

I have to say that SHIELD helped him a lot before.

From the moment Iron Man first appeared, that detective named Coulson has been running around tirelessly to clean up the aftermath for him; the subsequent palladium poisoning was only left by Howard under the reminder of Nick Fury. Among his relics, he successfully found a solution.

In these ways, A.H.I.E.L.D. has been a good ally.

But despite this, he still instinctively cannot fully trust these secret service organizations.

From the day he became Iron Man, he knew clearly that his days of freedom were numbered.

Behind the superficial glory, many people are coveting his genius head, wanting to take away the steel armor technology from him.Even within the Stark Industries Group, the undercurrent is already raging. Just like Natasha, how many undercover agents are there who have been quietly lurking in the company?Where are they from?

In comparison, cooperating with Aegis, who also has plans, but is fairly frank and bright, is barely a good thing.

When the goals and interests are aligned, cooperation makes each other stronger.

But before that, it is also necessary to find out the details of the partners so as not to be deceived.

As for quitting the Avengers... No, of course he won't!That was just a temptation... Pep was a little naive in this matter, she thought that after quitting, she could return to the peaceful life before, but this has long been impossible, from the day he became Iron Man Since then, it is impossible.

Thinking of this, Tony couldn't help frowning slightly, his expression became serious.

But in his heart, he didn't have any regrets about his choice, nor was he afraid of any challenges.It's just, it's a pity... to disappoint Pep again, she's always been a good woman.

Now that the cooperation with Aegis is confirmed, it cannot be terminated.

So, what he needs to consider now is, what role will the 'son' mentioned by Nick Fury play in his future partnership with SHIELD?A bargaining chip, a good sale, or a hidden time bomb?Correspondingly, what attitude do I need to adopt to face and accept it?disregard?Or simply refuse to admit it?

"I don't know how to get along with children."

He suddenly stood up irritably, threw a circuit board on the table violently like a temper tantrum, smashed it against the wall, turned back and forth a few times, and then muttered bitterly: "Damn, don't expect me to Once you have a child, you will become a super dad."

On the other end, Pooh is 'having a good time' with Steve.

"Didn't you go to Arlington Cemetery? Why have you been there for so many days?" Pooh asked curiously.

"Thousands of American soldiers are buried there, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of tombstones." Steve smiled lightly and said, "Because there are too many...so, after a lot of effort, I checked To the piece that belongs to my buddy James."

"I'm sorry," Pooh said apologetically.

"It's nothing, actually..."

Steve briefly described his search process, and said in a slightly heavy tone: "Actually, I know that there is no body of my friend under that tombstone. Because at that time, I watched him fall off the cliff. He is The bravest man I've ever known was arguably any soldier's dream ally. He never hesitated, never backed down, and would go ahead of everyone in battle. We all know he wouldn't hesitate to serve his country Life... In fact, he did it, even at the last moment of his life, he is contributing his strength to save this country."

Pooh listened with a blank expression, and it was difficult for him to empathize with it, because it was too far away from him.

In peaceful times, listening to this description is like watching a war movie through a screen, without any sense of reality and lack of sense of substitution.

It's not that he's unpatriotic, and it's not that he's emotionless.

Rather, living in a peaceful age, as well as the limitations of his age and experience, made it difficult for him to have any strong feelings about war, life and death, and those who sacrificed everything for the country.

However, in order to keep this chat going.

"Wow!" He still cooperated with pretending to understand, and let out an exaggerated exclamation.

After Steve glanced at him knowingly, he smiled, with a hint of understanding and tolerance in his eyes.

Pooh was embarrassed again by this look, and he realized that he had done something stupid.

But Steve's behavior made him feel very warm, like being tolerated for all his mistakes, smiling and looking forward to his own growth... It's so gentle.

[Oh, Steve is so nice. ]

Pooh thought to himself: [He's like... like what?As a brother, I seem to be much naive than him; as a friend, I feel that the one who fights with Peter is a friend; as a lover... I feel that I can't catch up at all at the moment!So what is this feeling?I respect him, worship him, like to listen to his teachings, look forward to him...]

A precious word that never appeared in Pooh's life suddenly occupied his brain.

At this time, Steve's gentle voice came from my ear: "Pooh, do you know? In fact, everyone can be a hero, not just a Captain America..."

Pooh couldn't help but replied excitedly in his heart: "Now I know, Dad!"

"What? What did you call me?" Steve said in a daze.

"Ah? Did I call out?" Pooh also returned a confused face.