[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason: "Actually..."

The little spider interrupted him: "Stop talking, I understand everything."

Jason's mouth twitched slightly.

you understood?What the hell do you know?

In Spiderman's extremely intelligent brain, a huge diagram of the relationship between characters slowly unfolded. The red barrel represents Jason, and Jim and Juan represent Dick...

As he was drawing and painting, he felt that something was not quite right.

Maybe it's a preconceived filter on Jason, or maybe the Wayne family is so evil that he inevitably has some subtle prejudices against Tim.

Just, just——

In his heart, Young Master Wayne has always been the image of a wolf with a big tail.

Before that, he had never tried to draw a relationship diagram.

Peter's eyes wandered: "You and Dick, are there really no problems?"

All the relationship networks revolve around these two people, no matter how they are connected, they are in the middle - I thought Tim was wild enough, but looking at it this way, he is wild...

Doesn't seem to be him?

No, his little friend, why are there so many threads on his body?

Jason's face darkened, and he restrained: "He and I are fine."

Peter glanced quietly at Cory, then at Jason.

Another look at Cory.

The round red head suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment!

Peter: I see.

Jason:  …

Damn it, wind reviews were killed.

Gritting his teeth, Jason grabbed Peter's neck and dragged him into the grove: "Mr. Parker, don't forget the business, your Mr. Stark, is still lying in the steeple, waiting for you to get his crystal The coffin was stolen."

Peter: [Oh, Jaybird still watches Snow White. 】

Peter: "Wait, but Mr. Stark, clearly, ahem..."

The little spider changed a very strange look, and said slowly: "He seems to be very interested in you."

Jason was patient and stood up to the embarrassment: "Listen to me, there must be some misunderstanding."

Peter lightly said: "...how can it be."

There was a question stuck in his heart, which made him scratch his head. If Jason knew so much about fairy tales...

Peter evasively elbowed Jason: "Have you ever seen Rapunzel?"

Jason: "Huh? That one was snatched away and locked up in the tower—"

Jason: "!"

Peter stretched out his thumb, nodded Jason carefully, moved away, turned his wrist, and pointed to the Stark Tower behind him.

His voice was small: "Have you heard of the criteria for judging Disney princesses?"

The little spider has gotten used to his little partner having a passive rich buff, the one that randomly spawns fixed-point bosses within a 100-meter radius.

The system only felt that it was blind. It was a pleasure to watch him persecute others, but he felt the same when he saw Jason being publicly executed.

It's still a Grimm's fairy tale, and it will become fifty shades of gray in a while.

System: [Do you really think that you can play better than Stark? 】

Jason was slightly taken aback.

Yes, he is not as good as Stark, but the guy in front of him is still at the age of attending the homecoming dance.

He hooked his lips, and a malicious smile was fleeting.

"kid." Jason straightened up and snapped his fingers. Based on the central idea that I'm not embarrassed as long as someone is embarrassed, he became more at ease: "Haven't you been in there yet?"

Peter backed away vigilantly, and after a while, slowly came over again: "What are you doing?"

"I have a plan."

Jason touched his chin, looked at Peter carefully, reached out his hand abruptly, and pulled off his mask.

Peter: "!"

**

Stark Building.

Peter had a broken face: "This is your plan?"

Jason wrapped his arms around Peter's waist in a good mood, pulled him in his direction, and swaggered through the coolly dressed crowd.

He chuckled and turned his face to the side, making his voice ambiguous: "Of course, you can't break the glass in uniform and scare all the beauties here, can you?"

Peter: "But don't—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

"I've never seen her." A blonde stood in front of them holding champagne, her curious eyes kept sweeping over Jason, and then lingering on the people around him.

Next to Jason was a beautiful black-haired beauty with neat short hair hanging down her shoulders, wearing a hot leather skirt with crossed straps going around "her" neat back.

Her face was always hidden in the shadows, whenever someone came over, she shyly rubbed against the man's shoulder.

This posture is really rare and excessive at Anthony's party.

She couldn't help laughing: "The cat you hold is more suitable for this occasion than her."

"Don't look at her like this." With a smile on his lips, Jason took a bottle of champagne from a small table beside him, and lightly touched the woman's wine glass: "She's not a child who has never seen the world."

Peter ground his teeth, lowered his head a little, and gently tugged at the corner of Jason's clothes with his fingers.

The joints are all whitened.

There was a strange smile in Jason's green eyes.

"Isn't it, kid?" He lowered his head and spoke next to Peter's ear, his voice was small, with a small hook hidden in his tone.

Peter: "..."

Yes, I have seen everything in my life through you.

Peter is a lot shorter than Jason, a lot shorter than Jason—a teenager is still in the stage of super fast pumping, but he has just entered the growth period, and his muscles are only a thin layer. It is hard to imagine that in Under Spiderman's small arms and calves, there are dozens of tons of strength.

The little spider was terribly embarrassed, but the blond beauty opposite him didn't think so.

She gave Peter a stern look.

Even among the people who have been strengthened by the Extremis virus, the black-haired young man is one of the most beautiful. He doesn't ask for anything else, just his body is enough!

She held Peter's chin frivolously with her hand painted in red: "Hey, little girl, have you tried three people?"

Peter: "!"

Thanks, what three people - I have to go home and do my homework.

Peter squeezed his throat and smiled dryly, wishing he could curl himself into a ball. Jason had had enough of teasing him, so he mercifully let him go.

Jason sighed, and pushed her hand away without a trace: "I'd love to, but..."

He looked at Peter in embarrassment, and awkwardly pulled out an extremely Brucey baby smile at the blond beauty: "Will you come tomorrow?"

"Of course." She took out a lipstick from her chest, twisted out the paste, took Jason's hand, and applied it on the palm of her hand. "

Bruce: […]

A look of despair appeared on the hairy cat's face for no reason.

Am I really not going to have kids?

Tony, who was immersed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, guessed that Jason and Xinghuo had almost finished talking, and slowly floated up.

Tony: [I really don't like living in a public rental cat, but my body is here, and I can feel it. 】

After he finished speaking, he found that Bruce didn't respond at all.

Tony continued to float up: [What makes you so focused——]

Tony: 【Let me see. 】

Bruce gave him a complicated look, and quietly gave up the right to use Maotuanzi.

Tony: […? 】

Tony: [! ! ! 】

and many more?

my cub?

—You put on some clothes.

I just left for a short while, how can I come back, as if I have passed through a world?

He watched in shock as Jason withdrew his hand, rubbed his lipstick-stained finger against Peter's ear, and hooked his lips playfully: "Good boy."

Tony closed his eyes in pain, and couldn't help but accentuate his tone: [Bruce?How is this going. 】

He couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

Am I really not going to have kids?

The bat cub next door is not a few years older, but——

The Dark Knight said dryly: [Anyway, they plan to save you. 】

Tony: […]

help me?Is there anything more outrageous than this?

Tony had a toothache on his face: [Is this a new safe word?For example, let’s say you and Big Blue’s Banana Muffin—save me, is that a safe word? 】

Peter was going crazy. He didn't know how much water his previous self had put into his brain before he could really believe that Jason had a plan. Their bat-type guys could always make a ridiculous joke like saving the world.

Jason grinned like a fox eating a chicken.

Peter wiped his face, puffed his cheeks, grabbed Jason's tie, pulled it towards him, and put it next to his ear.

"Jay Bird." He imitated the tone Jason had spoken in his ear just now: "We're friends—there's no shortage of clothes here."

But he imitated strange looks, like an adult who was forced into a suit and pretended to be mature.

Very inconsistent, but not annoying at all.

Jason's eyebrows were raised high, his eyes were bent, and his shoulders shook twice.

Peter: "..."

Jason: "..."

"Cough." Jason still couldn't hold back, he squatted on the ground, let out a muffled laugh, his chest trembling: "Oh my God, Mr. Parker——"

Peter pursed his lips and stared at Jason indignantly, who was trembling with laughter.

The little spider covered her face in shame, and stammered: "Okay... okay!...Don't laugh!"

"Okay." Jason flipped his hair, his voice was a little unsteady, and he stood up unsteadily.

For the sake of the fun, he thought indulgently.

So much for Spider-Man's social death.

"There is a secret room behind that wall." Jason put his arm around Peter's shoulder, his voice was very soft: "Can you see any difference in that place?"

Peter shook his head.

Jason: "But there are."

This also means that Stark Tower still hides countless secrets, and these secrets are likely to be right under their noses, but they can't notice it.

Seems like rich guys like the whole game.

Anthony turned his mansion into a maze, and the old bat dug a hole under his manor.

Jason: "I guess your Mr. Stark is here, Peter, you know more about him, has Iron Man ever set up any secret bases?"

Peter: "No."

Tony changed his house into the Avengers Mansion. Everyone has their own house and live together like a family.

There are very few people in the Avengers Building, which is incomparable to this place, but it is not deserted at all.

do not know why.

In the noisy crowd, Peter felt that he saw a lonely figure.

"Meow."

Peter blinked and subconsciously looked at the little black face.

Peter unconsciously: "...Tony?"