Everyday life at Midtown High School

Superheroes save the world again.

It is worth mentioning that……

When Iron Man, Hawkeye and Black Widow blocked the group of lizards, the brave and fearless Spider-Man who singled out the lizards cheered loudly, "Great, you are finally here!" '

Then, he turned and ran.

When all the Avengers were staring at his happy, jumping and running back in confusion, they frantically swiped the screen in their minds: "The next superhero can't do it!" ';' You just ran away, won't your conscience hurt? ';'Forget it, no one can count on it'...

He rushed back again, brought the antidote, and became the real savior of this disaster.

The lizards gradually returned to their human form, standing in the middle of the road with blank expressions.

Police cars, fire trucks and ambulances rolled in and slowly cleaned up the mess.

"Nice job, boy! Never seen it before, where did you come from?"

Tony landed from the sky, opened the panel of the armor, walked over and patted Spider-Man on the shoulder familiarly, and said to Hawkeye and Black Widow: "Look, another excellent case of knowledge saving the world. In this regard, This kid and I probably have a lot in common because we both like to fight with our brains."

Hawkeye has always been cold to unfamiliar people, and simply pretended not to hear.

Natasha ignored him as usual.

Tony didn't care, and continued to ask Peter: "Hey, do you have any antidote left? Give me some to take back and study it."

"It's great that you're talking to me. Mister Stark, I love Iron Man... I mean Iron Man is very cool, and the gold and red paint job is so bright, it shines in the air. Oh, you Just now you asked me what I was doing and where I was calling from. Yes, I am from Queens, New York. Everyone calls me Spider-Man. Some villains also call me Little Spider, Little Bug, Gridhead..."

"Stop! Stop! I don't want to know that."

Tony reminded with a headache, "The antidote?"

"The antidote? Oops, it's all gone."

said Peter despondently.

But soon, he added excitedly: "But I remember some related equations, I can write them all for you, do you need it?"

"Okay, let's do that."

Tony came to a conclusion quickly, for fear that he would start nagging again.

Then, he took a look at Spider-Man's thin body, which was obviously immature, and asked abruptly, "How old are you?"

Peter replied reflexively, "Seventeen...oh, no, it's twenty-seven."

"Seventeen? I see."

Tony said to himself, "My son is one year younger than you..."

"I said I'm 27! I'm not underage."

Peter forcefully argued.

At the same time, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart: 'Yes, your son is not only one year younger than me, but he is also one of my best friends. '

"Okay, a minor is a minor, everyone has this time! Children like to clamor that they have grown up, I understand, I understand."

Tony summed it up casually.

After saying this, he raised his head again, looked around, and suggested kindly: "If you have nothing to do, I advise you to go home early, and those villains from S.H.I.E.L.D. It's coming."

"SHIELD? Bad guy?"

Peter repeated: "Aren't they good people? I remember not long ago... the legendary one...is the mysterious organization that formed the Avengers?"

"Yes, they are. I must correct one thing though, the Avengers are not their business. They are... well, a bunch of spies, agents, secretive, bumbling, skeptical, the last type of people you want to deal with Because, if there is anything wrong with you, they will immediately use some clues to find out what the eighteen generations of your ancestors did at a distance; at a close point, they can investigate whether you ate pizza last night or Burgers...horrible!"

Tony said casually.

"Wow, that's pretty cool."

Peter was confused and didn't quite understand what he heard, so he could only simply sigh.

Then, nervously, he said hesitantly: "Mr. Stark, I'm really fine...but I have a small request..."

Tony looked understanding: "Want to sign?"

"Uh... More than that. Can you take a picture with me, it would be even better if Hawkeye and Black Widow can be together, I want to tweet!"

Peter earnestly asked.

"Twitter?"

Tony was rather surprised by the request: "You still have Twitter?"

"Yes, I registered one specifically under Spider-Man's name..."

Peter said distressedly: "But it's too much. Everyone doesn't seem to believe that it's the real Spider-Man. They also commented that if there is any superhero on the social network, it must be fake. But this is completely prejudice! Heroes can’t have social networks? I’m a stylish Spider-Man, not an old-fashioned Spider-Man. I plan to post photos in the short term. After a while, I have more fans, and I can also start a live broadcast, but the premise is that they really believe that I am I, I am Spider-Man. So, I want to take a group photo with you today and upload it to prove my real identity, so that I won’t be called a fake, right?”

"Interesting." Tony seemed to have discovered a new world.

"Maybe, Iron Man also needs a separate Twitter account." He stroked the mustache on his chin and thought with interest.

A few minutes later, a group photo was uploaded.

Iron Man, Spider-Man, Hawkeye and Black Widow have also registered a Twitter account.

Peter excitedly used the Spider-Man id, clicked to follow one by one, and asked them to follow him before leaving satisfied.

"This time, the number of fans will definitely exceed [-]!"

Excitedly and ambitiously, he thought, "I wonder if advertisers will take the initiative to find me to advertise? At that time, there should be a lot of advertising fees, right?"

On the other end, Tony flew directly back to the Avengers Building after the matter came to an end.

He landed on the top floor, letting the mechanical arm take off the steel armor as he walked.

When he walked into the house, he was greeted with an unimaginable warm welcome.

Pooh rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"Hi! Hi! Boy, what's the matter with you?"

He wanted to laugh a bit, but asked jokingly in surprise, "Did you miss your father?"

"You flew away, I just remembered..."

Pooh said worriedly: "What if you are injured by a lizard? It's too dangerous."

"Hey, I have a little confidence in my father. Compared with aliens, these lizards are much easier to deal with."

Tony couldn't help smiling happily, but he was actually a little uncomfortable with such a tender atmosphere.

About three or four seconds later, he skillfully broke away from Pooh's arms, walked to the wine cabinet in a disguised manner, poured himself a glass of wine, and changed the subject casually: "Pooh, do you play Twitter? I just used The name of Iron Man, registered one, and you also come to follow me."

Pooh pursed his lips, still a little depressed and frowning.

It's a completely different feeling to see someone you don't know become a hero, and to see your relatives become a hero.

It was really hard for him to describe the feeling of uneasy anxiety when he saw Tony being hit by the tail of a dinosaur...no, a lizard on TV.

"Good boy, stop thinking about it."

Tony reached out to greet him and said, "Come and pay attention to Iron Man, I just registered, and now there are..."

"Wow, tens of thousands of people have followed me. After a while, I will follow you. With the name of Iron Man, baby, if you make money, you will definitely increase your followers!"

As he said that, he triumphantly showed that expression of 'Dad will take you to pretend to take you to fly'.

But the next moment,

When he saw Pooh's opened phone screen and Twitter page, Deser's expression froze on his face.

"This is impossible!"

He said in disbelief, "Why do you have more than [-] fans?"

"One hundred thousand is not too much. After all, I have been registered for a long time. It has been several years. Moreover, you have just registered. People don't know that Iron Man has also started to go to social networking sites."

Pooh explained thoughtfully.

But Tony continued to be angry childishly.

Unhappily, he started flipping through Pooh’s previous tweets: “Are you a celebrity online? Why are they following you?”

Then, even more angry...

He soon found to his surprise that Captain America, Captain America, and Captain America appeared on Pooh's Twitter from time to time!

"You actually like that antique that should be thrown in a museum window for display!"

"Hey, be careful what you say, that's a hero and your teammate!"

"No wonder they pay attention to you, you draw on it, draw that antique, draw a portrait of him, draw a little battle story... I don't have any!"

Tony was so angry that he wanted to drop his phone.

"Please, Tony."

Pooh explained and comforted him helplessly: "I haven't known you for long? Captain, I have admired since I was a child. If you want, I can draw for you someday."

"Wait, what's this?" Tony yelled in shock when he suddenly discovered something incredible.

"What, ah, turn it off!"

Pooh rushed to try to turn off Tony's phone, but it was too late...

"What's this?"

Tony asked sharply.

"Hmm... body art painting."

Pooh smiled sarcastically, pretending to be calm.

"her??!!"

Tony stared at the sketch, almost out of his body...

Wearing a helmet, as if he had just experienced a battle, Captain America, whose uniform was incomplete due to multiple battle damages, showed his muscles, and hugged another man wearing a black eye patch, wearing a US military uniform, who was also severely damaged in battle, and ragged. kiss!

A series of 'wtf' began to frantically swipe the screen in his heart.

Pooh finally came to his senses and stopped grabbing Tony's phone.

He turned his head and picked up his mobile phone, quickly clicked delete.

Until the picture and the words marked next to it completely disappeared from the eyes...

Tony turned his neck slowly and looked at Pooh with a strange expression.

"It seems to us that we really need to have a good talk and improve mutual understanding, son."

He said complicatedly: "About some of your personal hobbies and your future external image."

"Tony, calm down, now is the 21st century, the era of free personality development. No matter what external image, some people will accept it, and some people will not accept it. There is no need to pretend."

Pooh blinked and said solemnly: "Besides, things are not what you think. I actually draw very seriously, this is art."

"Art? The art of fantasy? I'm pretty sure Captain America has nothing to do with Sergeant James Bucky. They are pure friendship... If you don't believe me, I can call him now and ask him directly."

"Hey, don't. This was many years ago. I haven't scribbled since I found out that the captain is still alive."

While Pooh anxiously stopped, he continued to defend with embarrassment: "Actually, I drew this just because... because at that time, many people used the ridiculous reason of 'superheroes don't have homosexuality' to satirize that gay should not exist. So, this is a counterattack, which means... Maybe he is gay, but due to the times, it is impossible for anyone to know the inside story..."

"Okay, don't stare at me, I know it sounds like nonsense. When I was painting at the time, I was so angry, it was like pinning my emotions, ideals and imagination on idols, hoping that he would identify with me and be with me It's from one country, and in another world, help to prove me right... oh god, what am I talking about. Anyway, it's just a fiction, because the captain is no longer in this world at the time... Although if he was , I think, on the premise of being able to help others, he won't care too much about his reputation... Uh, it's also possible that I think too well of him."

"Yes, you think of him too well."

Tony said right away: "From your unilateral description now and on Twitter, I feel that he is a walking code of ethics and code of conduct!"

"It doesn't matter... The problem is, now that the captain is alive, if I keep this kind of painting, it will be disrespectful. You see, I have already deleted it. This is the last one. It's really just Accidentally missed it."

Pooh said with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, don't tell him. Dad, I promise I won't draw this kind of painting in the future. And, from now on, I will pay attention to Iron Man seriously, and draw short stories and portraits for you... ...don't be mad at me."

Tony, who didn't know what to say, immediately rejected the last suggestion: "No, no need. You should continue to be the captain's fan! Come on, Dad supports you! Uh..."

After saying this, he suddenly approached furtively and asked, "Are you sure you really deleted them all?"

Pooh was startled, a little guilty: "Of course."

"I'll check your computer another day."

"Don't... well, I have worked so hard to draw it, can I just stay on the computer and enjoy it? I promise, it will not be uploaded to the Internet."

"Pass me a copy."

"...??!!"

"What kind of expression is that on your face? Let me appreciate your son's work. Is there any problem?"

"Actually... I still have serious and serious works about the adventure stories of Captain America..."

"Adventure? It's better to look at myself. Although I belong to the science department, I am rich and handsome, but occasionally I need to appreciate works of art to cultivate my sentiment."

"..."