[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The big white eyes on Peter's uniform took up a third of the headgear. He clasped his head with both hands and leaned back, turning himself into the protagonist of the painting that shouted.

He couldn't breathe, and he was about to suffocate: "Your father?"

The system panel trembled, shaking like a convulsion.

Teenagers who are still in the voice-changing period sound like a little girl after experiencing such a shock.

Your dad - do you know what you're talking about?No, wait, do you know who your dad is?

He looked forward to Ai Ai, and tentatively asked: "You remember it? Can I ask who your father is?"

Jason shook his head mutteringly: "No."

Peter: "Then you...?"

He made a very subtle gesture.

Jason opened his mouth and said, "Is there any conflict between my amnesia and knowing that I have a father?"

System: [No. 】

Not at all, and even somewhat reasonable, Peter thought about it empathetically, if his father was Batman, then he probably forgot himself and couldn't forget his father.

Jason continued to output, and he was very confident: "Do you think I don't understand my father?"

Peter put down his hands and stood aside numbly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Do you know that I know that you think I don't know who your father is, but it's because I know who your father is that the logic of this bullshit makes no sense.

Master Wayne put it in this scene, there is really no sense of disobedience.

It is worthy of being Batman, the real Tom Sue, the limit of human beings, and there is no limit to cheating.

Nothing happens by accident.

Jason remained calm: "Otherwise, why would you say Stark asked about my father's private life?"

"How could it be possible for Mr. Stark..." Peter swallowed hard, and retorted reflexively, "He never..."

While talking, he got stuck, yes, why did Mr. Stark ask Mr. Wayne about his private life?

"That's Tony Stark." Jason said in a tone of your own, "Do you really think Mr. Stark can't do such a thing?"

Peter: ...

Tony: Tell him Mr. Stark can't do this kind of thing!

Scenes in Stark Tower flashed past Peter's eyes quickly, throwing clothes everywhere, smashing champagne bottles, gold leafs all over the ground after the carnival, and the furious Miss Potts...

Peter fell silent.

Tony:! ! !What's the matter with you, cub!

Jason said seriously: "Do you think it's reasonable?"

The desire to survive told Peter that he should not continue to ask questions in the end, after all, they are now discussing Mr. Stark, whom he admires the most——

But there was a sense of taboo stimulation that drove him to tentatively reach out jio on the verge of death——

Mr. Stark, I'm sorry.

I'm just too curious.

I swear I'll keep it a secret for you.

I made three self-comforting little spiders in my heart, like a wild spider that ran away from the rein, and ran to the opposite of Jason, walking backwards, just to not miss the expression of the little friend telling the story.

"Tell me quickly, what's going on here." Peter rubbed his hands, and the big white eyes on the hood narrowed.

Jason thought about it, and decided to start with Mr. Edward who wrapped himself up like a mummy, but he eliminated the other people who appeared in that story, and focused on Tony's reaction at the time and his interest in his father. .

Human beings are so weird, they feel very angry and want to listen to it at the same time, Peter's spider sense has already foreseen the end of his possible three-dimensional view, and the hairs on his arms stand up one after another.

He has a serious face: I can eat this melon.

**

The room was eerily quiet, and no one made a sound.

Tony turned around one by one, he looked at Clark first, then at Tim, the god of the world looked solemn as if he was going to the White House to be honored, Master Wayne swept away the fatigue before, beautiful eyes Blinking, staring at the hologram without blinking.

Jason: "He just...and then he..."

Peter: "Wow."

It's all malicious editing, and Tony stares gloomily at the red shadow, deciding to go back and make the little spider a watch.

Tim has curled himself up into a ball, his face buried in his knees, shaking like a sieve.

Tony:  …

Damn, is it so funny?

Tony suddenly felt his shoulders warm up. He turned his face and saw Clark's hands on his shoulders.

He was too depressed to care about someone making physical contact with him.

Tony calmly asked, "What are you doing?"

Clark didn't know when he took off his glasses. Although he was still wearing a plaid shirt, his aura had switched to that of a god on earth.

The god on earth didn't speak, but just looked at him with a cold face.

Tony:  …

There was a crack in the peace of mind.

Oh shit.

Does the big blue guy really think that anyone else is interested in the old bat besides him?

He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Clark without saying a word, eager to see what Mr. Superman could say——

Superman blinked.

The strange god of the world has disappeared!

In its place was a big golden retriever!

Clark pursed his lips, his eyebrows curled down, his eyes drooped continuously, and he looked a little pitiful.

Tony: Pupil earthquake!

He jumped up from the sofa, took a step back, and was quite vigilant: "What are you thinking about!"

This superman is probably not a black hole.

"Forget it, don't tell me." Tony added quickly.

Tim felt so happy that he was about to fly into the sky, he stood up sloppily, found a cup, and went to the coffee machine to get a cup of coffee.

So delicious.

He blew on the hot air and took a sip.

Tony didn't know why, looking at Clark like this, he felt guilty for no reason.

No, why am I guilty, I have nothing to do with bats——

Clark: "Can you, just... I don't know what to say."

Tony: You're a strong contender for the Pulitzer.

Clark: "In short, I still bless you."

He looks extremely complicated, and this kind of complexity can't be described in words. Clark can write beautiful language comparable to sonnets, but at this time, he only feels his tongue is terribly stiff, and his heart is stuffed. There is a ball of hemp rope, and another big black cat is scratching it.

Tony: ...What is this man talking about?

Are you a blessing?Make me happy?

Tim wiped his face and put the coffee in his hand on the table, afraid that he might not hold back and spill the coffee.

Tony couldn't take it anymore, the best defense is offense, isn't it just sinking together?

Come on, let's hurt each other.

Tony: "You just said that he is your best friend, right?"

Clark didn't know why, so he nodded.

Tony: "I don't know if you Kryptonians have other definitions of friends, but we earthlings don't usually make friends that way."

Clark: ...

Tony: "We call it Fifty Shades of Grey."

Fifty Shades of Gray directly triggered an unknown switch in Clark's mind. He was silent for a moment, then swayed in place, and when he reappeared, he was already a god in the world wearing a red and blue uniform.

"Let's go back to the original topic." Clark said righteously: "First of all, I can't let him create a Kryptonian."

Tony: ... outrageous.

Clark flew to the sofa, picked up the little red bird who was watching the show, and placed him on the ground, making him stand upright.

"Tim, I need to know where they are."

Tim: ...

May I finish my coffee?

**

Jason and Peter went down all the way. The corridor was a bit too deep and crooked. Fortunately, Jason's story was also very long, and he arrived soon after he finished telling it.

At the end of the corridor is a metal door carved with strange patterns, which looks very technological.

As a tech nerd, Peter couldn't help touching it before punching it.

Not moving.

The little spider rubbed its fist, and hammered it up again. This time, the door was punched out with a small dimple, and quickly returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jason:! ! !

What is this.

He directed Peter to buckle a small piece of metal with his battle suit, trying to analyze the composition.

Ingredients unknown.

System: [... Let Spiderman grind it to see if it feels like small round particles. 】

While doing so, Jason asked the system: [Have you seen it? 】

System: [If I'm not mistaken, this should be Krypton Technology. 】

Krypton is a civilization that is countless levels higher than the earth. They have dominated the universe for a long time. Jason is a little entangled. If it is such a thing, the weapons on him may not be able to explode.

He tried the magic that he learned by himself, and the sound and light special effects came out together, and Peter clapped beside him, but it didn't work.

System: [...Zero magic resistance is that Kryptonian, not Kryptonian technology, what are you performing here? 】

System: [Let's draw a card. 】

Jason was taken aback.

Peter was sensitive to the change in Jason's mood, "Why don't we go back and tell everyone the news, it's Doomsday after all..."

Jason: Tsk.

Jason: I forgot I even said this.

If you go out, you definitely can't go out. How can you have Kryptonians when you go out?

Jason: [System, draw a card. 】

After speaking, he turned to Peter and looked at him extremely seriously: "The next thing is the magic side, don't be surprised what happens..."

System: [Card drawn. 】

The rest of Jason's words stuck in his throat.

"Grass."

A fast-moving black monster with a damp and metallic aura occupied the entire corridor, crashing towards them with a bang!

Jason shot the claw directly at the ceiling.

Peter stepped hard, and ejected himself to the ceiling like a cannonball, and the spider silk secreted from the suit firmly held him upside down.

The steel behemoth slammed into the metal gate with a bang, bounced back by the impact, and slid far away.

The system also seemed to be frightened, and it didn't start reading cards until everything quieted down.

[Card face: Do you want to smash everything? 】

[Duration: Permanent]

[Negative Effect: Forget it...you are finished. 】

After finishing speaking, the system became silent. It always felt that this card was offending itself. What do you mean you want to smash everything?

Why are you so innocent?

Excessive.

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Ah, I can’t get up anymore, the sixth day is so difficult QAQ