Everyday life at Midtown High School

"Since we're all here, let's have a good time!"

Professor Charles joked in a tone as if the child was begging the parents: "I can take the children to get in touch with new things, always stay in school and isolate themselves from the world, and they will gradually be out of tune with this era."

"No."

Steve said stubbornly: "I understand your feelings, but if your students' mutant abilities get out of control, it will not only add insult to injury to your reputation as mutants, it will be even worse if you accidentally injure ordinary people."

"I'm more worried about this situation than you are, Captain."

After Professor Charles patiently listened to what he said, he still replied in a gentle tone: "But first of all, the students I brought out this time have basic control over their own abilities, so their abilities will basically not get out of control; secondly , Captain, people have to deal with dangerous things in their life, for example, all kinds of sharp knives in the kitchen, flames that cook food, electricity that can burn people, etc. But we can’t stop going because of fear. Contact. In fact, after you get in touch, you may find that we mutants are like high-temperature microwave ovens. You will definitely burn your hands if you put your hands in it, but it is actually very safe. As long as you get along with each other...you will definitely fall in love with microwave ovens at last, please, I have promised to take the students shopping."

Steve looked helplessly at this mutant leader who was very good at talking and cheating, and felt that it was really difficult to refuse him.

"Okay, professor. You can go shopping, but where you go, you must tell me in advance."

He put the shield on his back: "I will go with you. I really doubt that you deliberately misunderstood the information and found an excuse to bring the children to go shopping."

"You discovered all of this?"

Professor Charles made a half-true look of surprise.

Steve glanced at him with a serious face: "Don't make a joke, I will take it seriously."

Professor Charles smiled happily: "Captain, you are a good man."

"...Bytheway, the good man is going to tell you."

Steve smiled and said, "Professor, your example of a microwave oven is really inappropriate. It's not that safe. At least for me, that's the case."

He said helplessly, "The first week I lived with Iron Man, I blew up his microwave oven..."

"Wow~! How did you do it?"

Charles opened his mouth slightly in surprise and let out an exclamation.

However, he took the opportunity to add another sentence: "This just proves that my example is very suitable, captain. You see, household appliances are in danger of explosion. How can people be absolutely safe unless they are in a vacuum? I think , after mutants have mastered the ability to use themselves, the safety is much higher than that of household appliances."

"But household appliances don't want to make a big scene all day long." Steve's expression relaxed a lot, and he joked casually.

Then, he asked, "Over there, is there any news about Magneto recently?"

"Who is Magneto?"

Professor Charles pretended to be stupid and said, "I don't know."

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At the new product launch conference of the Octa Group.

Natasha was wearing a beautiful long skirt, with the rare Hawkeye Clint in a suit on her arm, waiting at the security checkpoint.

Although only one invitation letter was obtained before, the logistics department of S.H.I.E.L.D. was surprisingly efficient when it wasn't making trouble.

The next day, the logistics department successfully prepared suitable identities and invitation letters for the two of them.

"It's been a while since I've seen you in a suit, honey."

The red-haired female agent smiled and said in Clint's ear.

"It's not a good thing, really."

"I feel like I'm being strangled by the tie," Clint said in a wry voice.

Natasha couldn't help laughing lowly.

Then, she squeezed Clint's hand lightly, feeling reassured.

Hawkeye is one of the few partners she trusts, relies on, and has a perfect understanding.

Moreover, they have always been the same kind of people, ordinary people who live among superheroes, but must run desperately to catch up, so as not to be left behind, nor do they want to be left behind.

"The feeling of not being with the bow and arrow, is it okay?"

The red-haired female agent continued to chat in Clint's ear.

This is a little trick to relieve tension.

Although she is no longer nervous about such a small scene after many battles, but occasionally when the task is boring, it is still very pleasant to chat with her partner casually.

At this time, Hawkeye Clint had already habitually observed his surroundings.

Where is suitable for escaping and where is suitable for ambush, everything forms an invisible map in his mind. When fighting, he will use everything that can be used.

But after hearing Natasha's question, he still imitated the female agent before, and whispered in her ear: "It doesn't feel like it. The bow and arrow are just my weapons and tools. Of course I love it. But it's not like without it, you will become a useless person. And, you know me."

He paused, and then continued calmly: "For me, anything can be used as a weapon in battle. There is no need for special training, and there are no special skills. Because I only need to believe in one thing, and that is me You have to hurt others to survive. Usually, when people want to live, there is always a burst of great potential."

Natasha raised her eyebrows and was about to say something.

The next moment, both of them shut their mouths.

Because, it's their turn to go through the security check.

"Keys, phone, tablet, put them in the box, sir."

A young and handsome man in a security uniform and sunglasses shouted at the security checkpoint: "No texting, tweeting, video recording, or eating inside."

Then, he took out a crudely packaged thing in a plastic box from Natasha's handbag, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

A look of surprise appeared on Natasha's face: "Huh? I don't know."

"Uh...that's a cookie."

Clint took a slight step forward with some embarrassment and explained.

"Cookies?!!"

Natasha repeated incredulously.

"Cookies?"

After the security guard repeated the same sentence, he opened the box, picked up a piece with his fingers, and looked at it curiously with his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"A very delicious snack. The one in your hand is stuffed with red beans."

Clint went on to explain.

"God, when did you stuff that thing in my bag?"

Natasha finally came back to her senses, and asked with disbelief on her face, "You bastard! Do you even know that I just bought this bag!"

"I'm well packed, honey."

Clint hurriedly explained, "I promise you won't smell or get a little oil in your bag."

Natasha looked mad: "Damn it, you bastard! Why did you put it in my bag?"

"Because I don't have a bag myself, Xiaona, don't be so scheming, okay, just pack it for me."

Clint said pitifully.

At the same time, he did not forget to answer the security guy: "Yes, it is safe and harmless, there is no danger. Do you like red beans?"

"Red beans?"

The security guy laughed: "I like it very much."

"Really? Great, I like red beans too."

Hawkeye couldn't help showing a smile.

"Confiscation!"

However, the security guy relentlessly suppressed his smile, and put away the box of cookies: "Eating is prohibited inside."

"Hey, hey!" Clint yelled.

"I'm sorry, but we'll keep it safe for you."

The security guy wearing sunglasses said solemnly.

"I don't believe it, you will definitely keep it in your stomach." Clint yelled sarcastically.

Natasha felt extremely ashamed.

She pulled Clint desperately to move forward.

Clint looked at the cookie again with some reluctance, and then took a step under Natasha's pull.

Because Natasha was already angry and started to threaten him: "If you dare to delay any longer, or make trouble because of the cookie, I will beat you into a severe disability."

"Hey, am I that unreasonable?"

Clint said softly.

"I can't see how a guy who didn't forget to bring food during his mission knows how to measure it."

Natasha was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him.

"Food is to replenish physical strength and perform tasks better."

"Stop being kidding, Clint, I don't know you yet? You always mess yourself up without Coulson watching!"

"Don't mention him."

"……Feel sorry."

"But I really didn't know that the control was so strict. I obviously checked it online. It said on the Internet that although eating is forbidden, in fact, only those hot foods that will disturb others, or foods with a strong smell, are not allowed to enter. Yeah! What the hell is that security guard doing, it's just cookies and won't get in the way?"

"If you say it's forbidden, it's forbidden. Shut up!"

"The problem is, what should I do if they won't return it to me later? It was bought for a lot of money!"

"Hold Stark's thigh, hell! You're sick of me!"

They bickered like this and walked into the hall of the press conference.

Many people came to the hall decorated as a future world.

At present, there is already a lively trend of a little crowd.

"I seem to...see the professor who was talking to Pooh that day again, the one standing over there."

Because of the large number of people and the noise, Natasha turned on the invisible communicator next to the collar, pointed in one direction and said: "There are some familiar faces around him, I guess they are British, pay attention to vigilance, it seems that today's meeting Well, it's not just us, Clint."

"I'll take care of things, don't worry. But, speaking of Pooh, he still wants to come with us today..."

Clint said casually: "Unfortunately, you didn't promise him."

"Don't be careless, the boat capsizes in the gutter."

After Natasha reminded her in a low voice, she replied: "There were no dangerous activities before. You can take him out to play and feel the atmosphere. After all, with such a father, his future days will not be too peaceful. But Activities that are too dangerous are not acceptable for him at his age."

"You have softened your heart these few years, Xiaona."

"When we were his age, we lost count of how many missions we did," Clint said.

"We're doing multiple-choice questions, Clint, and there's only one option."

Natasha whispered softly: "I'm actually very happy, Pooh is very lucky. His life will be a multiple-choice question, with many, many options, quietly waiting for him to choose."

Meanwhile, in front of the cinema.

Professor Charles looked at the black figure flying away in front of him in surprise, and couldn't help turning his head to ask Steve: "Captain, what species is that? A new specialty in New York?"

Steve was also a little surprised.

He hesitated and said, "Spider silk...it looks like Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man, I remember, was a good boy, but unfortunately not a mutant."

Professor Charles thought about it and asked: "But the color...I mean, the color is wrong, isn't it red and blue?"

"Maybe, he wants to take a deep route recently? Children always like to make themselves appear more mature." Steve said hesitantly.

At this time, the black Spider-Man flew over by the spider silk again.

He violently threw a cocooned thief to the ground, kicked it up, then opened his mouth ferociously to the surroundings, bared his ferocious white teeth, and let out a roar that was almost like a beast.

"My God!" Professor Charles exclaimed in surprise.

Steve was also surprised: "Yes, I also want to call God, what's wrong with Spider-Man?"

"No, I called God because..." Professor Charles turned his head.

He calmly talked to Hank the Beast and exclaimed happily: "Hey, in my lifetime, I finally saw an existence scarier than Magneto's teeth."

Steve was expressionless: "Professor, who was the one who said he didn't know Magneto?"

"It's not surprising, human memory is so magical." Professor Charles said the truth without blushing: "Captain, do you know? Memory will only be forgotten, but it will never disappear here."

He pointed to the brain vividly, and continued to say in a persuasive way: "When you forget, don't worry, as long as there is a small trigger point, it will return instantly with a 'ding'. This is like a computer. At a certain moment, you tap it lightly, and instantly restore it with one click, it's that simple!"

'You're so right, I almost believed it! '

Steve continued blankly: "Sorry, professor, I only learned formatting now."