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At seven o'clock in the evening, Dolores called Peter to pick her up.

Peter was confused, but he still took the bus to Ellie's apartment very quickly. Dolores was already waiting for him downstairs, sitting on the steps, holding her face and watching the coming and going. Pedestrians huddled together, separated by a long distance, and he could feel a pitiful aura emanating from her whole body.

Oh, poor Dolly.

It looked like she was kicked out of the house after being scolded...Peter slowly approached her, Dolores raised her face, she really looked sad, but for some reason, Peter felt inexplicably that she It's different, it seems special...special...good-looking?

After looking back and forth with excellent eyesight for a few seconds, Peter could see the difference in her. Her fluffy and smooth blond hair was like silk, shining in curls on her shoulders, and her skin was as white as snow, translucent. The soft pink like rose petals, the rich emerald green eyes, look moist and sad, even the long eyelashes have a submissive and melancholy temperament, like a painter dipped in paint and painted stroke by stroke.

Peter blushed inappropriately because of this, his eyes dodged and his hands were in his pockets: "Why are you sitting here?"

Dolores stood up slowly, patted her pants, and said dejectedly: "I... and Ellie seem to have had a fight."

She was very uncertain, because it was purely Ellie's unilateral eruption at the time, and it took her a lot of effort to get her to hold back her anger and not call Ruby and Uncle Mars on the spot....

"Ah—" Dolores sighed long, her head almost dropped to her chest.

"Fortunately, I thought you would fight."

Dolores was not happy with Peter's witty remark.

She put her hands in her bag and said in a low voice, "Let's go, she probably doesn't want to see me now."

Dolores raised her head and looked up to a certain balcony on the third floor. Peter looked up, only to see Ellie's condescending cold gaze from behind the glass window. His anger was drawn heavily, and he swayed weakly.

Peter lowered his head, and immediately saw Dolores' wet eyes like an abandoned puppy and an expression that felt like she was going to cry in the next second.

He clenched his fists in his pocket helplessly, because he was totally uncomfortable with such sad emotions appearing on Xiang Lai's bright smiling face.

Peter was irrational and unobjective and slightly blamed Ellie in his heart. Even though he knew that Ellie had such a big reaction because she loved Dolores, he still couldn't help but criticize in his heart, no, Such a severe attitude is actually unnecessary.... She could have been gentler. Of course Dolly knew her mistake, so she could actually forgive her properly. After all...after all, Dolly cared so much about her.

Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

But then, he suddenly woke up, thinking quickly as if he was trying to cover up something, I think this because I know that in Dolly's heart, the best friend is only Ellie, her position is unique, I am Never compare.

Yes, this is the jealousy between friendships.

Peter could feel the redness and heat of his neck inside the top-zipped jacket with the stand-up collar, and it was gradually rising.

If I were in Ellie's position, would Dolly be so moody because of me?

This kind of cheating trick undoubtedly makes him more ashamed than another motive that he has not yet figured out. Jealousy in friendship is also very embarrassing!

Peter stomped his feet heavily, and retracted the lower half of his face into his collar, as if he felt that the late autumn weather had made him feel very cold. He kept shaking to cover up his abnormality.

"Let's go, we should go back."

Dolores glanced at Peter who seemed to be shivering from the cold, and nodded unwillingly: "Yes."

She looked up at the balcony that had never been opened, lowered her head, stared at the road, and walked slowly away side by side with Peter.

"Sorry, I left all my things in Ellie's apartment, but I dare not go up to get them..." Dolores also felt a little cowardly, but she no longer wanted to feel embarrassed about it.

Intentionally or not, perhaps subconsciously, Peter took half a step behind her to hide his inexplicable red face, but he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Dolores' profile.

She was so distraught that she didn't even have the heart to pay attention to these things, she just sighed one after another.

Peter and she got on the bus and sat by the window. The night slowly fell, and the lights in the city gradually lit up as the bus drove. Didn't notice this.

Peter's back was straightened, one hand was leaning against the window, his face was slightly sideways, as if he was looking at the streets along the road, but his peripheral vision kept drifting towards Dolores.

There were not many people in the car, but it happened to be full. Most of the people were playing with their mobile phones. The rings on the crossbar swayed and swayed, and the frequency was slower than Peter's heartbeat. No one knew that there was a boy who was silent here. be terribly upset.

When he breathes, he can smell the strange fragrance coming from beside him, sniffing carefully, the familiar Dolores' unique smell, like cream, the sweetness mixed with sunshine and flowers, will come from The kind of smell that has never been smelled before penetrates the package.....

He also heard every tiny movement of Dolores, such as still sniffing her nose a little bit aggrieved, the rustling sounds of changing positions restlessly on the seat, and occasionally touching her feet together under the seat, There was a muffled bang bang bang bang when the soles collided.

He almost wondered if Dolores had installed magnets on her body, and his eyeballs were probably made of metal.

Peter's heart was suffering almost every second, and the organs in his chest were beating uncontrollably. Whenever Dolores seemed to turn her head to look over, the rhythm would immediately speed up, as if she was about to jump out of a rhapsody. Come on beat.

A soft touch fell on the shoulder, and then slowly sank.

It is no exaggeration for Peter to think that that moment was the fastest his heart beat in his life.

He resisted the urge to bounce up and stick to the roof of the carriage screaming and running wildly, and relaxed his shoulders carefully.

From this angle, Dolores's eyelashes are like perched butterflies, trembling slowly with the rhythm of her breathing, her brows are still tending to move closer, her lips are restrained, and her right hand is slipping out of her pocket. It slipped out, the back of his hand against Peter's jeans, his skin was fair, but his fingertips and knuckles were soft pink.

Peter stared blankly at her hand, wondering, are her hands warm?

The next moment, his fingers resting on the window flicked eagerly, and then squeezed them tightly again.

Something was wrong with me, quite wrong.

Peter was finally able to let his face blush like a ripe tomato unscrupulously. The person he was most afraid of seeing the most had already fallen asleep in a daze with his shoulder on his pillow.

In the collapse and daze, they finally arrived near the building.

Peter wakes Dolores and goes upstairs with her.

Dolores only slept for a short time, but she was still depressed. When she returned to the top of the building, everyone found that there was something wrong with the two children.

With a high regard for the mental health of the only two minors in the alliance, Dolores finally told everyone what happened after their repeated inquiries.

Everyone comforted her surprisingly gently, except for Van Gogh.

The big white cat ran out of the room happily, and saw the girl surrounded by everyone with a sad expression from a distance, and wanted to comfort her very intimately, but when he got closer to Dolores, the expression on his face changed. It changed again and again, from doubt to disbelief, and then to outright anger.

He rushed up and yelled at everyone indiscriminately.

It was a roar indeed, and even Thor felt dizzy for a while.Then Van Gogh maintained his anger, like a white whirlwind, rushed back into the room, and locked it, with an attitude of refusing anyone to enter and needing to calm down.

Natasha decisively distracted Dolores before she recovered from her daze and the expression on her face was about to shed tears: "Baby, I would like to rest in my room tonight here? Shall we talk?"

She had already held Dolores' hand and made her stand up, and Natasha had seen the tears welling up in her eyes from a close distance.

"Okay, okay." Dolores said with tears in her eyes, said good night to everyone in a low voice, and then walked upstairs with Natasha's arms.

Natasha deliberately didn't look at her face, and said in a relaxed tone, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow..."

She was sure that she saw the heartbroken expression on Tony's face at that time, like an old father who just learned that his daughter was excluded by classmates in kindergarten, and he couldn't explain it...

When one of the problems was contracted by a reliable teammate, the adults turned their attention to Peter.

"What about you? You look a little out of your mind, too." Steve asked, shaking his head uncontrollably after asking, trying to get rid of the residual buzzing in his ears.

"I......"

Peter couldn't face so many piercing gazes, especially he didn't dare to look directly at Steve's awe-inspiring gaze. Under their gaze, the boy turned red from his neck to his ears at a speed visible to the naked eye, and smoke seemed to be coming out of the top of his head.

He shook his head heavily, and the brown hair on his head flew up excitedly: "No!!"

He stammered, "What, nothing!"

Tony looked like you kid was teasing me, and his eyes widened intimidatingly: "What do you mean by nothing?"

He narrowed his eyes with experience, and glanced up and down the young man alertly: "Are you..."

Peter bounced off the sofa directly: "Oh! I over-trained today, and I really want to sleep now. Goodnight Tony, goodnight Steve, goodnight Bruce, goodnight Thor, goodnight Bucky! I'm going to bed first."

He spoke so fast that the few people present could hardly hear them clearly. They watched him turn around on the spot in astonishment, rushed up the stairs, and quickly disappeared in front of them.

Tony put the wine glass heavily on the coffee table, and said firmly: "This kid definitely has a problem! Either he is in a relationship or he is on the way to a relationship, there is no other guess!"

Thor didn't take it seriously: "That's not necessarily it..."

Tony exhaled a breath from his nose: "Huh! You don't understand, teenage boys at this age have nothing else in their minds, the most hormonal stage, [-]%. And have you noticed, he is right I've always been called a respectful name, and it's the first time I forgot to call me by my first name, so I'm very, very suspicious!"

"...well, kids these days have their own personalities and ideas, let them go."

Steve said softly.

Dr. Banner shrugged: "Maybe Tony can go and explain the necessary safety measures to him. I believe you are already an expert at his age." He teased Tony humorously, and immediately got the other party's Rolling eyes.

Bucky got up from Steve, and calmly looked around at everyone: "I thought you would first think about who Peter likes."

He looked at the shocked eyes on everyone's faces, raised his chin unconsciously, narrowed his dark green eyes slightly, and said slowly, "After all, there are not many people of the same age and opposite sex around him."

Throwing away these words, Bucky carried the glass of milk on the kitchen counter in a noble and glamorous manner with his pocket in his pocket, and leisurely went upstairs to his room.