Win Wayne

"Hello." Wen held out his hand, "Give it to me."

Even her fingers are pale pink, as if she hasn't touched anything heavy with her hands since the day she was born.

Pietro tried his best to keep calm, but still stiffened involuntarily, and then slowly handed out the paper bag in his hand.

"Thank you," Wen said, and she was about to retreat to the room, but noticed Pietro's awkward expression and occasional glances.

She looked over thoughtfully, and Pietro lowered his head like a frightened deer, and raised his head to look at her calmly, as if he had done something wrong and was trying to be brave.

He won't steal her takeaway, will he?

The thought was only fleeting, Pietro blushed under her gaze, and Wen understood.

Isn't this Chaoying a little too innocent?

Just when Wen asked who you are, information related to the other party surfaced.

It turns out that this is also a superhero, so at least it is safe.Although Wen was still full of doubts, did the current superhero still help deliver food, and the scope of business was too wide...but she still opened the door.

Unexpectedly, she didn't do anything yet, and the other party just behaved like this.

She really didn't do anything just now, right?Wen thought it over, filled with self-doubt, and finally determined that she really hadn't done anything.

So she became a little interested, instead of closing the door directly, she stood at the door and asked him: "Where is the delivery guy who usually delivers food to me?"

"He had a car accident." Pietro replied quickly, "After I sent him to the hospital, he was very worried that you would not receive the food in time, so he asked me to help deliver it, and I arrived as quickly as possible."

... Your Chaoying business scope is really so wide!

Wen also briefly wondered if Pietro was working part-time to deliver food, and she didn't get a notification because the store forgot.

Though it's unlikely that a shopkeeper would forget a guest of her level of generosity.

"You're so kind," she exclaimed. "Want to come in and get something to eat and take a rest?"

Pietro didn't expect to be invited in at all. He said: "...Let me in? Wouldn't your family have any objections?"

"I live alone." Wen stepped aside, "Come in, there are slippers at the door."

It was Natasha who bought it for her, so Wen didn't think about why Natasha had prepared so many slippers for guests.

Pietro was only slightly restrained when he first entered the door.

When he found that Wen didn't take inviting him in at all, and didn't even think about preparing tea for the guests, he vaguely realized Wen's character.

In fact, Pietro became very curious about Wen after hearing what the food delivery man said, but in his prediction, Wen's image was more similar to a rich lady with too much money to spend.

Although the Wen who appeared in front of him seemed to be like this, the rich lady in Pietro's imagination was the arrogant and arrogant one.

...has nothing to do with Wen at all.

At first he just went to see Wen secretly, but when he found that Wen didn't care about his existence at all, Pietro's eyes became presumptuous and circled around Wen.

She wore a green skirt, a dark green knee-length skirt, which made her skin white.

The room was clean and tidy, not so clean that it could be a little unnerving.Pietro, like most of his peers, is rarely willing to spend time tidying up the room, but because of his super speed, he is still willing to roughly tidy up the littered things anyway.

But this living room is almost clean to the point of being empty.

Pietro wasn't referring to a clean place in the ordinary sense, because no matter how clean it is, there would still be dust and dander floating in the air, and the carpet laid on the ground would still have extremely fine fluff.

But this room was so clean and bright that there was nothing there, as if some kind of force forcibly erased a part that should have existed.

Pietro pressed half of his body weight on the sofa, feeling uneasy. He inevitably became suspicious. Could it be that this car accident and that funny delivery man were part of a conspiracy? Bureau to attack him?

He didn't want to believe his guess, because if so, if his guess came true...

Then this girl would also be part of the conspiracy.

This thought made Pietro feel repulsed and unhappy. He glanced at the girl who was seriously placing takeaway boxes on the table, took a deep breath, and put on the windproof glasses on top of his head.

The world froze at this moment.

The numbers on the electronic clock by the wall stopped in place, the veil that bulged in the breeze stopped breathing, and the flow of time suddenly stopped. Pietro stood in the frozen picture and turned his head left and right, his eyes stopped on the girl.

The half-bowed girl looked like a screenshot from a movie. Even if her frizzy eyelashes were still, there was a liveliness that would flicker in the next second.

The hem of her skirt was raised slightly, as if someone was holding the corner of the skirt.

For some reason, Pietro tugged at the corner of her skirt slightly.

He patrolled the entire apartment, checked every corner of every room, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration for the luxurious style of the master bedroom, and he was a little surprised by the ballet room - Pietro thought Wen would put a piano Or the violin or something - but he wasn't too surprised, ballet and Wen's temperament matched well.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe it was his nervousness.

As he thought about it, he suddenly found a hidden door in an inconspicuous location, which may be a storage room or something. The corner space is not enough to form a separate room, and it is not small enough to easily waste this area. , so it is often used as a storage room after being emptied.

Pietro pushed open the storage room door... didn't it?

He pushed it again without giving up, and then changed his posture to slam the door forcefully, finally using his feet, but the door didn't budge.

This door is not purely for decoration.

When he turned his head, the number on the electronic clock hadn't moved, but the half-frozen girl had already turned her head halfway, looking towards the empty sofa.

Pietro immediately rushed back to the sofa and sat down, and pushed the windshield glasses back on his head as if nothing had happened.

Wen glanced at Pietro: Is it an illusion, he seemed to flash suddenly just now?

No, it's not an illusion. If you look closely, you will find that the imprint of the pair of windproof glasses on his hair has changed, and the direction in which the hair is lifted up is different from before, and the position where he sat has moved slightly, and the sofa is sunken. The marks didn't fit his body.In addition, there are slippers prints on his feet that are exactly the same as his feet... Isn't there too many flaws?

This can't be regarded as a flaw, it just doesn't intend to cover up the abnormality at all!

Wen was shocked, but soon calmed down.

Maybe the superheroes in this world are so forthright. As for the various related problems that will arise from revealing their identities, will they affect innocent people...

Anyway, it can always be solved, as long as it is really strong enough.

She calmly arranged the takeaways one by one, opened the lid and squinted her eyes contentedly in the aroma, and invited with a smile, "Do you want to try it together? It's meal time, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Wen knew the answer without Pietro answering it.

These Chaoying are too busy, with such a wide range of business, Pietro must have come over to deliver food to her before eating, but the food deliveryman got into a car accident and still thought that her food was not delivered, Wen was still a little bit inexplicable move.

Just put in an extra zero next time you pay the bill.

Pietro didn't expect to be invited: "I haven't eaten yet, but is it really possible?"

"Of course. Come here, and I'll give you a portion."

Because of Wen's excessive generosity, the food delivered by this store is very large, and Wen often can't finish it.She took a few dinner plates from the cabinet and poured the steak and salad on top, dividing each into two even portions.

"Today I gave you a piece of sushi." Wen said, taking out the sushi to have a look, "I don't eat sweet shrimp and caviar, do you?"

"I can eat these." Pietro said, "There are students from Japan in my school, and she occasionally cooks some special dishes for us to eat...but many things are the same as what we usually taste in Japanese food stores. It tastes different."

He sat down opposite Wen with a familiarity and complained.

"Did you know there is a kind of soup in Japan, it seems to be called miso soup," he recalled reciting the awkward Japanese name, "I've never tasted such a strange soup!"

"Miso soup isn't too bad. What I hate the most is natto," Wen said.

She is not at all interested in the kind of food that is full of mucus that can be drawn, has a thick taste, and smells bad, but because she doesn't understand it, she still stepped on the thunder when ordering.

But the Japanese-style raw egg bibimbap is delicious, with a little sweetness, but not so thick that it makes her feel bored. In the end, she ate a whole bowl of raw egg bibimbap with pickles.

As for the natto, of course it was all thrown away.

Her words elicited a strong reaction from Pietro: "Yes! The taste of natto is so strange! It's like eating snail secretion!"

... You don't need to be so specific, and you don't need to use such a vivid metaphor.

Pietro also seemed to realize his inappropriate language, he smiled awkwardly, and stopped talking.

They shared a quiet lunch, Pietro's gray hair had a light texture in the sun, and Wen unconsciously began to stare at him, Pietro also looked at Wen, their gazes flickering in mid-air from time to time hit.

Then Pietro blushed and turned away, and Wen was also a little embarrassed.

After eating, Pietro took the initiative to wash the dishes. Wen said: "There is a dishwasher, and the dishwasher is enough."

Pietro quickly opened the dishwasher, put all the dishes in and stacked them.

Quite well-behaved, Wen thought, she smiled half-heartedly, and tilted her head to look at Pietro's back in a good mood... This kind of warm atmosphere always makes her feel happy, but Pietro is doing housework. He didn't seem to be doing very well, his movements were clumsy, not as crisp as Natasha's.

I don't know what Natasha is doing.

She glanced at Pietro's back again, got up and went to the balcony, trying to call Natasha.

Unexpectedly, she dialed Diana's number with her slippery hand, and she hurriedly wanted to hang up, but the phone only rang twice before being picked up.

"Hey?"

Wen had to say, "Hello, Diana."

"I hope Black Widow doesn't bother you."

"Huh? Natasha? Of course not," Wen said. "In the few days since she moved next door to me, my meals have become much more homely, and she also helps clean the house—but most of the time." I did it all myself."

Diana was a little surprised: "She did this?"

"She said she liked it, it made her feel like a normal person. Who knows, maybe she really does."

Wen absently tapped his fingers on the window frame of the balcony, listening to the wind from Diana.

"I didn't know that Black Widow had such a side." Diana pondered, but quickly changed the subject, "How are you doing recently?"

Twice, once something happened on her side, Diana's questions followed closely.

Although this is not something that Diana would do, it is not certain-could Diana pay attention to her life in the dark?

"It's not bad," Wen said. "Leaving a bad family, having a free life, making new friends... By the way, you know what, I also met Captain America through Natasha!"

"You like Captain America?"

"Who doesn't like Captain America?" Wen asked back, but soon came to his senses, "By the way, since he was active in World War II, and you also participated in World War II, did you guys deal with each other?"

"You can say that." Diana didn't deny it.

Now Wen's curiosity was really aroused, she leaned against the wall excitedly, and put on a posture of long-term resistance: "Tell me?"

"nothing to say."

"Come on Diana, since you mentioned it, it must not be a secret, right?" Wen made his voice sweet and soft, "Tell me Diana, I have told you so much about my family. about it, but you haven't said anything to me yet."

When she said this, Wen couldn't help feeling guilty, after all, the family-related things she said didn't exist.

In fact, she was very surprised why she could tell so many inexplicable lies, but since time travel, she has obtained a lot of inexplicable things.

Compared to the owner of this body, the mysterious Wendy, other small things are not worthy of her surprise at all.

Wen wanted to know more about the magical creature she encountered under the street lamp before she fell into a coma. It wasn't the first time that thing had appeared. She had encountered those things on the first day she woke up in this body.

What made Wen feel even more strange was that after killing that thing under the street lamp this time, there was no body left on the ground.

This is the strangest thing she has encountered since time travel!

Even if there are so many superpowers and aliens in this world, it seems that it has nothing to do with her. It seems that countless patents are born every day, and countless people go bankrupt and get rich every day. These things exist but there is a distance between them. She is far away.

...Maybe it won't be far away after she knows a lot of Chaoying.

But the Chaoying she knows is not the Chaoying in the action of saving the world, but the Chaoying in daily life who has completed the task of Chaoying.

It was the everyday part of her that she connected with them, not the exciting part.

So it's still far away.

But this strange magical creature is not!She killed this thing with her own hands!Intertwined with her life!

Wen also tried to ask Wendy in his heart, but unfortunately Wendy always only let her know what Wendy wanted her to know, and whenever she encountered something Wendy didn't want her to know, she couldn't get an answer at all.

This fact always gave Wen a bad feeling.

Then she put the premonition behind her.

Diana said: "It's not an interesting story. I just left Amazon at that time, and I didn't understand the meaning of war. I went to the battlefield and made a big fuss. It was Captain America's special attack force that was sent to arrest me. "

"And then?" Wen asked expectantly.

Diana said lightly: "Then I beat them all up."

Wow you beat them all up!This is so... not surprising at all...

Wen held back his smile, while Diana raised her eyebrows: "Are you holding back your laughter?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me, I can hear you holding back your laughter."

"I didn't bear it, I just, ahem, choked on myself in a normal way." Wen said.

She waved to Pietro, who followed the sound curiously.

"Are you busy? I'm sorry," Pietro asked in a low voice, "It's just that I'm not good at using the dishwasher. It's been washing for more than ten minutes, and there are only two or three dishes. Does it take so long?"

Wen clasped the phone to his chest and suppressed the microphone, and told him in a low voice, "There will be disinfection after washing. It's okay, don't worry about it, it's fully automatic."

"Do you have to take it out after disinfection?" Pietro said uncertainly, "Or—it's okay to just put it in?"

"Fully automatic." Wen replied, giving Peter a thumbs up hastily to indicate that it's okay.

She put the phone to her ear again: "Are you still Diana?"

"Always on," Diana said. "It's more interesting than me beating up Captain America in WWII. I heard a boy's voice. Is that your boyfriend?"

"What?" Wen was taken aback, "Of course not, I don't have a boyfriend."

"That's the date," Diana said with a chuckle. "It's not wise to invite a date to your house, girl."

"Not a date either, but a superhero who did me a favor," Wen said.

It’s so troublesome to explain what Kuaiyin has done, let’s simply summarize it in one sentence.

"Are you in danger?" Unexpectedly, Diana's reaction was great, she raised her voice almost immediately, "What danger did you encounter? What about the black widow, she didn't protect you? Tell me what happened to you, Wendy , I need to know your current situation—”

Wen had to explain it from beginning to end dumbfounding.

She spoke for Natasha again: "She also has a mission, she can't be around to protect me all the time."

"It's fine if there's no danger." Diana calmed down and told her worriedly, "If you encounter any sudden danger and the Black Widow is not by your side to protect you, just call 'Superman help', understand? He can rush to rescue you as quickly as possible."

But this trick only works when Wendy is still awake, Diana thought with a frown.

After she hung up the phone, she still seemed a little absent-minded. Of course, the Superman she had just mentioned would not ignore her emotions.

"What's on your mind, Diana?" He walked side by side with Diana on the road, "You seem to be a little absent-minded these days."

Diana's answer was as straightforward as ever: "I don't know when you paid so much attention to me."

"I thought we were already good friends," Superman said with a good-natured smile. "It's just a common concern between friends, Diana. If you think I'm too abrupt, then I apologize to you."

"Have you noticed any changes in bats recently?"

"I don't know when you paid so much attention to bats."

Diana gave Superman a dissatisfied look: "Clark!"

"Keep your voice down, you remember that I don't have a secret identity like you do?" Superman sighed, "Seriously, Diana, I'm starting to worry about your life among ordinary people. Tell me, you Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Of course I didn't," Diana stood still, "back to the bat—"

"Now I'm starting to feel jealous," Superman complained. "What's the matter with you today, why do you keep bringing up bats?"

"Okay, boy, don't be so coquettish, I have something to talk about. Do you know what's going on with the Bat family lately?" Diana asked, "It's not any mental illness over there in Gotham, it's just the Bat family. thing."

Superman thought about it for a few seconds, and then answered seriously: "If you want to ask why bats don't take part in Zhenglian activities recently, it's because he's been fighting with Robin recently."

Diana was very strange: "Didn't the third Robin just start his mission, and fell out with the bat so soon?"

"It was the second Robin who got into a fight with him - and I take that back, Diana, you're so indifferent to the bat thing."

"Nonsense, I know that the second Robin is dead." Diana frowned as she spoke, "Or is there something hidden behind the death of the second Robin?"

Diana didn't know much about the second Robin, Jason Todd, but she could vaguely piece together the whole incident from the words of her colleagues and friends.

Before she had time to get acquainted with the other party, she had already heard the news of the other party's death.

This is also a major reason why Diana rarely pays attention to the situation on the bat side. Even though she has been fighting side by side for so many years, she still has complaints about the bat's handling methods, and it is not easy to intervene in the city of her colleagues. Gotham didn't care about it.

"Well... the general story should be similar to what you heard. He did die, but he was resurrected. I don't know the specific story very well. I only know that the resurrected Robin was very angry with Batman. He announced that I'm Red Hood, and I'm trying to figure out how to become the boss of Gotham's gang."

Diana said, "Looks like Batman is busy?"

"You know the Bat." Superman crossed his arms, "he's been trying to stop the Red Hood from destroying Gotham recently, and he's still trying to figure out if he's the resurrected second-generation Robin, and investigate the reason for his resurrection. .”

Diana said: "It doesn't sound like that's enough for him to be this busy."

"If I remember correctly, he also had to help the league resolve some investigations after these jobs were over, while also finding time to train his third Robin assistant and maintain another image of him externally."

Diana said inexplicably: "Really? No wonder."

She flies, and Superman follows her across the sky.

"Did you hear something about bats?" Superman asked. "You don't usually care about us, Diana. I can feel it."

Unlike the bat's attitude of secretly paying attention but not wanting to mention it, Diana really rarely pays attention to her colleagues.

But it's not because she doesn't care about her partners, but because the heroine hates the kind of tenderness and softness.

"Of course I pay attention to you." Sure enough, under Superman's snicker, Diana quickly lost her patience. "How long are we going to have this kind of mother-in-law conversation?"

"Let me think about..."

Diana stopped flying forward, she hovered high in the sky, the strong wind blew her long hair to the left and right, just like her hesitant mood at the moment.

Superman stops with her, waiting for Diana to make her final decision.

And she quickly made up her mind: "Okay, I'll tell you the little secret I discovered recently, but you have to promise not to tell Batman."

"No problem." Superman agreed with unusual ease, "but this secret won't hurt anyone, will it?"