The world needs more heroes

Roast chicken is indeed as Dick said, the chicken marinated by spices is tender and juicy, I don’t know how good Alfred is at cooking, it’s obviously reheated food, but it doesn’t feel like it at all The water and fat in the chicken were lost due to secondary heating. After taking a bite, Philomena couldn't help blinking because of the fresh and tender meat quality. The azure blue eyes that had no energy before faintly glowed. .

Bruce, who is used to Alfred's gourmet food, didn't make such a fuss like Philomena. In fact, compared with this fragrant roast chicken, Bruce put all his attention on the secret butter and salty chicken. on the biscuit.

You know, Alfred's sweet biscuits may be a must, but they will never be as good as his creamy savory biscuits. It seems that the method is extremely simple, and the recipe is just a short piece of paper, but for the oven Alfred has mastered the cooking process of heat and biscuits so well that even Jason, who is the best cook in the whole family, can't learn this little dessert.

And Alfred didn't like pampering them at all, especially when Bruce and the boys were always nocturnal and not at all friendly to his body.

The old housekeeper may not be able to stop them from ruining their bodies, but they can still not indulge their ability to eat small biscuits.

Let's just say it's an old man's little protest against a disobedient child.

Therefore, Bruce looked very serious on the surface, but in fact he stretched out his hand to take the biscuit very quickly. Philomena's eyes were completely attracted by the roast chicken, and when she stretched out her hand towards the chicken leg, Just as they were about to attack, a "ding!" came from the microwave oven in the kitchen, which attracted the attention of two people.

"Ah." Philomena paused slightly in the air with her hand reaching for the chicken leg, and then remembered that she was afraid that one roast chicken would not be enough for two people—even if Philomena didn't think she cared about Batman But look at his height of nearly 1.9 meters, and his hard and strong muscles──In fact, Philomena even doubts that this roast chicken is not enough for Bruce Wayne's teeth.

However, since the silent table was served, Philomena found herself alone in the past 5 minutes dismembering the roast chicken, and Bruce seemed more inclined to slowly nibble on the pile of creamy crackers. .

The girl blinked calmly, then stood up, and the chair was dragged on the wooden floor making a slight sound, breaking the silence except for eating.

She walked quickly towards the kitchen. The smell of creamy pasta made in the factory permeated the air, but it was far from overwhelmed by the smell of roast chicken made by Alfred. Philomena has never felt that I am a person who pays special attention to the taste of food, but this is the first time when taking microwave food out of the microwave oven, Philomena feels that the food in front of her is tasteless.

Nothing like grilled chicken.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind Filomina, and in a moment of stupefaction, she took away the plate of creamy pasta that smelled of factory essence and spices.

After heating, the viscous cream clings tightly to the surface of the spaghetti, making it look like a mess. Even Philomena, who thinks she doesn't care much about the appearance or taste of the food, has to say this. It really makes people lose their appetite.

Bruce, who took away the spaghetti, didn't say anything. He sat back on his seat, pushed the plate of grilled chicken towards Philomena's position, and picked up the fork and spoon himself. Philomena Blinking his eyes, he seemed to understand at this moment why Gotham's media was so enthusiastic about Bruce Wayne's every move.

Grace does seem to run deep into his bones when he's not Batman.

Filomina sat down in her seat, and slowly stretched out her hand to pull off the chicken leg that tempted her. At the same time, she clearly knew that the plate of microwave-heated creamy spaghetti was definitely not something Batman, who was pampered since childhood, would eat every day. s things.

The plastic gloves on her hands insulated from the oil stains but could not insulate from the heat from the grilled chicken. After a few seconds of hesitation, Philomena finally stretched out her hand tentatively.

She put the fragrant chicken leg on the plate in front of Bruce. The middle-aged Bruce raised his head unexpectedly, only to find that the girl who had just put the thing on his plate had quickly turned her gaze He was firmly fixed on the roast chicken, and pulled the other chicken leg from the roast chicken as if trying to cover up something, and gnawed on it directly by holding the bone in a way that was extremely inconsistent with Wayne's tutoring.

Perhaps a little bit lacking in manners, but it is full of vividness of life.

Bruce Wayne glanced at the not-so-rich meal in front of him again, and the edges and corners of his usually serious face were softened rarely.

The cold wind outside the window is still howling and blowing through the windows and the cracks in the door, but the heating inside the house has driven all the chill outside. Silence flows on this dining table, but unexpectedly there is no embarrassing and cold atmosphere .

Even the plate of limp, creamy pasta looked delicious.

Philomena still had a straight face, but Peter, who was sitting across from the girl, smiled: "Hey, you seem to be in a good mood today?"

Filomina glanced at him, unexpectedly did not sarcastically say anything to Peter, but said calmly: "Spaghetti with creamy smoked chicken and mushrooms, add some basil leaves, thank you."

The waitress who was standing by the side ordering quickly recorded on the paper, and repeated the meals of the two of them again with a smile on her face. Peter nodded politely at the other party, and waited for the waiter to leave. She leaned forward a little bit, and lowered her voice as if she was about to say a little secret. If it wasn’t for Philomena’s hearing that is different from ordinary people after owning the Overwatch system, she might not have heard Peter’s little muttering voice at all: " I heard from Mr. Stark that Loki ran to your house yesterday, are you okay?"

"En." Philomena replied simply, but there was still a vague sigh in her eyes.

If something happened to her yesterday, how could she be doing well now, having lunch here with Peter, who also skipped class.

"Is it okay for you to skip class?" Thinking of skipping class, Philomena thought of Peter's aunt, Aunt May, who was very serious and cared for him like a biological mother that Peter mentioned in Twitter.

Peter trembled subconsciously when he heard it, and then said in a low voice: "I wanted to ask Mr. Stark to help me sign an internship leave note, but he said—"

Peter suddenly stopped talking, and although he didn't show it when facing Philomena, he smiled dryly with a vaguely puzzled face, and didn't continue talking, but his face became more and more red, and even his ears were faintly twitching. It was because of Philomena's extraordinary skill of ignoring people that the other party didn't notice the abnormality.

"No, no, chasing girls and skipping classes is not part of our agreement, boy." Tony Stark's voice on the phone was slightly distorted, and the other party told him seriously: "Don't let down your smart head, Peter."

In fact, Peter doesn't count as skipping class. As long as he can finish his lunch within an hour and travel halfway across New York to return to Midtown High School, he can catch the first class in the afternoon.

Philomena shook her head speechlessly, the girl paused, and then said: "Actually, you really don't need to hurry."

"How about that? We'll be busy for the next six months. I don't have time to go to the metropolis, and you don't have time to go back to New York. If I can't spare an hour, then I'm not a friend." Peter rambled While reading, Philomena was silent for two seconds before taking Peter's words.

"That's what I mean."

"Now that Superman is back, there seems to be no need for us to stay in the Metropolis."

Philomena doesn't want to give up her hope of saving people. Although she doesn't think she is a hero, she has never given up halfway. It's just that the recently detected space-time energy has begun to spread across the United States. Now it is better to have the assistance of the Justice League and the Avengers, but it is impossible for Philomena to stay in the metropolis as her own city vigilante.

Those dark creatures that can cause huge damage and can only be dealt with by the Overwatch system can only be defeated by Philomena. When the speed of the emergence of this dark creature shows a geometric increase, she seems to have no way to continue her high school studies.

"Our organization...may be hidden for a while, and I'm going to drop out of school." In the end, Philomena still didn't say her real plan. She met Peter's shocked gaze, and slightly pulled the corner of her mouth: " Don't worry, it shouldn't be too long."

Philomena is going to go back and study the thick magic book that Alasdair left her, which is as thick as a brick. The catalog alone has hundreds of pages. There are indeed many books that can solve Philomena's problem. Magic, for example──.

The real teleportation magic circle.

It is impossible for Philomena to ride a nightmare unicorn across the entire United States in half an hour. She does not have super speed, but how can a huge organization not have agents stationed in various places?

At the very least, Philomena had to allow herself to appear quickly in various places in the United States, so the teleportation magic circle left by Alasdair became Philomena's best choice.

However, Philomena had never seen or heard of the material needed to teleport the magic circle in this world. She just saw a small line of addresses at the bottom of the page.

177A Brick Street, Manhattan, New York City.

Philomena thought for a while, and decided to extend her vacation for a few days to visit this address.

The lunch ended when Peter was a little bit unappreciative, and Philomena watched the boy leave quickly with some reluctance, then turned her head slightly, and put her gaze on the one behind her. On the man holding a cup of coffee and smiling unfathomably: "You shouldn't come."

"No." Accompanied by a slightly familiar voice, the other party's voice subtly passed into Philomena's ears: "You are still not making any movements, which just shows—"

"I'm right this time."