Everyday life at Midtown High School

Because of the gang fights on Earth, the two brothers, the Guardians of the Galaxy and God's Domain, were all brought back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Of course, under normal circumstances, there is not enough force on earth to arrest this group of aliens and alien gods.

However, due to their mutual containment, Star-Lord, the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy, did not want to conflict with the law enforcement officers of his home planet. At the same time, Thor, as an Avenger, did not want to fight with Aegis. Next, they agreed to go back to SHIELD to solve the problem.

Even though Nick Fury doesn't really want to see them at all...

The bald black chief had a serious expression on his face: "Saul, I remember, you said that you would bring Loki back to Asgard for trial."

"That's right, but he escaped from prison." Saul replied straightforwardly.

"And then?" Fury asked.

"What then?" Saul asked in confusion.

"He's going to be fine after he escaped from prison?" The black director stared at the one eye and asked incredulously, "Aren't you responsible for arresting him again and locking him up?"

"Closed up? Why are you still locked up?"

Sol asked strangely: "He is my younger brother, do you want to imprison him forever?"

Fury was silent with a serious expression.

"What! You really want to imprison him forever!" Thor's eyes widened in shock: "He already knew he was wrong! In the words of your court...he is still a child!!"

"...I'm sorry, I've never seen such a bad child who is hundreds of years old." Fury couldn't complain for a while.

Standing one step behind Sol, the 'child' who had been lowering his head raised his head in a timely manner, and at a place Sol couldn't see, he slightly curled his lips and showed an evil smile.

Fury: ...I didn't see any remorse at all!

"Look, I just said that there is something wrong with their brothers."

At this time, Xingjue was in the next room, poking his head out and emphasizing loudly: "The two of them are completely together, and there must be a conspiracy to come to Earth. And I am your ally, bald, please let go quickly!" Let us go! We'll help you defeat Thor and defeat Loki."

"who are you?"

The director couldn't help but glanced over and asked.

"Shuttle through the universe and maintain the peace of the universe, we are the great and glorious Guardians of the Galaxy! As for me..."

Xingjue paused deliberately, and said with an unusually solemn expression: "My name is Xing! Jue!"

The room was quiet, and the black director looked at him sideways.

"What? Are you scared? Actually, I'm usually very low-key..."

"Who?"

"what?"

"Who is Star Lord?"

"Star-Lord... Uh, that's me! Legendary Thief, eh, haven't you heard of it? How is it possible? My name is Peter Quill! Hey, don't go! Have you ever heard of Legendary Star-Lord? Have you heard of the Guardians of the Galaxy?"

"Have not heard."

"Damn! Is the earth a village network?"

Fury slowly stopped to leave.

He turned his head and replied solemnly: "It may be worse than the village network. The earth currently only provides a local area network, called I."

Star Lord: ...

The black director who pretended to be forced to leave, turned around smartly, and the black windbreaker slid in mid-air with a handsome arc.

He applauded his witty answer in his heart.

However, this short-term happiness will not last very long, because before worrying about how to deal with this group of aliens and alien gods that "may be retained for a short time, but cannot be kept for a long time", the Avengers The wedding invitations over there have arrived again.

When Natasha put the invitation on the table, she directly said: "The wedding of the captain and Stark."

Looking at the 'Pooh and Harry' written on the invitation, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and blurted out: "Hey, what did that pair of bastards do leaked?"

The glamorous red-haired female agent instantly raised her eyebrows sensitively: "You are actually an insider."

"Captain America and Iron Man are going to register their marriage, do you think I don't know?"

Fury replied proudly with a little reservedness: "If I don't know anything, I'm not worthy of the title of King of Agents."

"No wonder everyone didn't find out about it. Not only did you know, but you also added to the confusion!" Natasha couldn't help asking.

Fury looked innocent: "Sorry, I can't understand what you said."

"How cunning," said Natasha, laughing.

Fury smiled noncommittally.

"I've given you the invitation, remember to participate." Natasha no longer bothered with the cunning chief.

She waved her hand casually, turned and left the office.

Due to the many affairs, Fury threw the invitation aside and didn't take it to heart.

But soon, he discovered that his capable subordinates had gone on strike.

No, it can't be called a strike, he's just slowing down.

The specific manifestations are listlessness, red eye sockets, and falling into fugue from time to time. After being interrupted, shed tears of pain, trance, and absent-minded.

Fury touched his bald head, his expression once bitter and bitter.

He pointed at the leader of the strike, who had just been transferred back to the headquarters, and had the misfortune to encounter Detective Coulson who said 'the god is married, the groom is not me'. He slapped the table angrily and roared, "Are you worthy of me? If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have saved it." You, let you die completely!"

Coulson looked up sadly: "Sir, if my death can stop this doomed marriage, then I am willing to die."

Fury: ...you are sick!

But no matter what, after seeing the invitation, Coulson abused his power. After investigating the matter clearly, he was really tired of Stark and his son.

"I've never seen such a stalking fan again. Thanks to the kindness of the captain, he managed to get in the position."

He gritted his teeth and thought bitterly: "If I knew the male god wanted to fuck fans, I would be so cruel and fuck myself!"

Fury: ...Three days ago, you still insisted that I transfer Hawkeye to you, refusing long-term long-distance love!

If Coulson is not his confidant, the chief really wants to send him to the frontier and let him go far away.

At the same time, Professor Charles, who also received the invitation, looked much calmer.

Even though he knew that this was a strange wedding of 'marrying his son under the pretense of marrying himself', he still expressed good acceptance and amiable attitude, and asked Pietro some academic questions with concern.

Growing up in the Hydra laboratory, Kuaiyin, a scumbag who had never been to school, said with a confused face: "I still have a lot of invitations to send, let's talk another day..."

The voice has not yet fallen, and the person has already run several thousand meters.

"I still wanted to enroll."

The dedicated Principal Charles sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at Cyclops and asked, "Do I look scary?"

Scott, standing behind the wheelchair, smiled and said, "No, Professor. He's probably just..."

He thought for a while and guessed, "It's just that I'm not very interested in studying."

Professor Charles blinked those beautiful blue eyes.

"Don't you like studying?"

He repeated the reason in a drawn-out tone, and then his tone suddenly became lighter: "Actually, Farm X is quite short of people to farm and milk the cows."

"Professor, he is a reserve member of the Avengers." Scott couldn't help laughing.

"OK, no kidding, remind me to talk to Stark another day, whether it's the Avengers or the X-Men, if it involves the training of mutants, in order to ensure safety, it's best to cooperate with the X Academy." Charles The professor said while tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.

"Why do you need to be reminded? Why do you need to be reminded?"

Wolverine Logan, who came out of nowhere, suddenly spoke anxiously: "Damn! Baldhead, is your memory starting to get bad? Is your head going to go bad again? Damn it, I told you to take medicine, are you on time? Have you eaten?"

An indescribably bitter expression was immediately visible on Professor Charles' face.

He explained helplessly: "Logan, I just said that casually. I have a very good memory and I will never forget it."

"No, in order to prevent problems before they happen, you can go to the medical room to check again later."

Logan said firmly and stubbornly: "It is better to pay more attention now than to treat after you are sick."

"You can do it!"

Scott interrupted him a little impatiently: "Professor is fine, you just need to clear your head! Logan, don't rely on the professor's good temper to bully him every day. Listen, no matter what future you see What it looks like, remember... now, just now. Don't be paranoid all day because of things that didn't happen."

Logan raised his head angrily: "Hey, you don't know anything!"

"I don't need to know."

Scott raised his chin indifferently, his handsome face was expressionless: "I just need to live every day well, instead of letting myself fall into panic like some stupid dog."

With a sound of '唰', three steel claws ejected instantly!

Logan stared at him viciously, with a hunting posture that was about to pounce on him.

However, Scott raised his hand without fear and pressed the control button on the red quartz glasses, provoking in a mocking tone: "Are you angry? Come on, let me see what you are capable of."

"Stop, Scott, Logan." Professor Charles stopped sharply.

Then, he rubbed his forehead with a headache, eased his tone, and said slowly: "First of all, I will pay attention to the problem of Alzheimer's and try to prevent and treat it as much as possible. You can rest assured, Logan; secondly, when you care about Logan, Scott , you can directly persuade him to relax, not to immerse himself in the unfortunate future that has not yet happened, instead of such a vague and sarcastic reminder; in the end, whoever fights in school and has a bad influence on the students, I let him think that he It’s a seven or eight-year-old girl, and then find Qin and Ororo to braid his hair and wear a wreath.”

Speaking of this, he paused for a second, and stared at the two people seriously with those beautiful blue eyes: "Now...you two, who wants to try first?"

Scott pursed his lips and was the first to remove his fingers from his glasses.

Logan then slowly retracted the steel claw.

But in the process, he stared at Scott without blinking, and suddenly said: "Appointment, danger training room?"

Scott shot him a surprised look.

He raised his eyebrows and responded without showing any weakness: "You can choose the time and place."

"Then tonight?" Logan asked with a very provocative smile on his unruly face as he stood up straight.

"No problem." Scott replied calmly, the corners of his lips were slightly raised inadvertently, and a smile flashed away.

The eyes of the two were glued together, unable to separate for a long time.

That weird feeling of contradictory, tacit trust... really, there is no one else except these two.

Professor Charles looked at the two of them helplessly. He actually booked the time and place of the appointment in front of him like no one else, and formed a small world of his own, making himself like a light bulb...

'Forget it, anyway, it's not a public fight on campus, it's up to you. '

He pretended not to see anything, pushed the wheelchair and slid a few steps forward.

At the same time, he couldn't help but spit out a sentence in his head: "Jojoyo, dating all day long, seven or eight times a week, you know that you are dating, and those who don't know think you are dating." It's dating! '