[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"You haven't participated in the drum team practice for two days, and I asked you to leave..." Ned's voice came loudly on the phone, "Michelle said you were in a relationship... oh my god, no Is it true?"

"No!" Petra quickly covered the phone's microphone position, "Sorry, I've been practicing dance steps at home these two days, and I completely forgot, I'm really sorry."

"I can understand that the pressure is too much." Ned comforted, "How is it, are you learning well?"

Petra looked at Saul, who smiled at her incomprehensibly.

"Ugh, I keep stepping on my feet."

"Is he not angry?" Ned asked quickly, "Oh, Thor is not the Hulk, so he doesn't get angry that easily—no, I remember Thor is also a bad temper! If he is angry, will there be thunder? Or, lightning May I?"

"How do I know this kind of thing... He doesn't seem to be angry." Petra recalled.

"Wow, then he must like you very much!"

"You are too arbitrary to draw this conclusion!"

"What arbitrariness?" Sol came over with a teacup and asked, "Your friend?"

Just as Petra nodded, Ned shouted from the microphone: "Sol, I like you too! Wow!"

Sol was taken aback, and with his rich experience in being confessed by fans, he quickly reacted, and replied: "Thanks, kid, what—" He turned his head and asked, "'Also'?"

"Well, because I like it too...well, I mean, that kind of like!" Petra bit her tongue and smiled sheepishly, "It means a big fan of superheroes..."

Sol nodded: "Oh, I know! You said it the first time we met. However, at your age, there should not be many girls who like superheroes."

"Huh?" Petra blinked, "But you are everything in our school."

"They don't like the Superhero identity itself, but me." Sol corrected solemnly, raised his right hand and patted the muscles on his forearm, "Just like most women like Tony because of his money, or [ beep-] that’s all.”

Talking about a topic in front of minors will be silenced!

"That's right." Petra thought for a while, carefully avoiding certain words, "After all, Mr. Stark and twelve cover girls a year...or thirteen?"

Sol shrugged, showing a disapproving expression: "Good boy, don't get too close to him, he will be defiled."

"I don't think I'll have any chance of meeting the famous Iron Man himself," Petra said, suddenly feeling a little off, "Wait, Thor, I don't like you because you're a 'superhero' .Uh, what am I talking about? I mean, of course I love superheroes, but it’s not that…”

"It's getting more and more confusing, I understand what you mean." He waved his hand casually, "I'm just a little curious. As far as I know, Mei doesn't like the Avengers either."

Saul looked nervous, but he didn't expect to notice this side.

Petra nodded: "Well, she thinks it's dangerous. The one in Sokovia..."

"I'm sorry," Saul said, sighing slightly.In that war, they saved many civilians, but they failed to save everyone.In addition, they also lost an important partner.

"But it's not your fault." Petra shook her head, "You just tried your best to do what you should do. If there were no Avengers, it would not only be a matter of 200 deaths and hundreds of millions of damages gone."

How could anyone blame them?She couldn't figure it out.

Petra sat down on the sofa, Saul handed her a teacup, she took it, but didn't drink it, she was in a daze, as if caught in some kind of thought.

"A few months ago," she finally said, with a heavy tone, "Uncle Ben met a gunman on his way home. He would have been fine, but he tried to stop that guy..."

Sol understood, and his expression darkened.

"I'm sorry," he said lamely.

"Is it wrong to be brave? I don't think so. Uncle Ben is a good man. He is brave, just, and caring. He just tries his best to prevent bad things. He just...is not so lucky." Pei Tera continued, "He's just an ordinary guy who can't handle bullets. If some superhero showed up that night, wouldn't he be in trouble? I keep thinking, if I have this ability, I will definitely Going to do it. There are a lot of people in the world like my Uncle Ben, like me, who need help, but there are never enough superheroes...”

She talked a lot in one breath, her brain was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, she had to stop, her chest heaved.

Saul patted her on the shoulder in relief.

"I understand how you feel," he said, "but fighting criminals is too dangerous for ordinary humans like you. Don't think so much, just let us do it."

He paused, showing a melancholy look, probably thinking of some unpleasant memories—"After all, even a superhero might have a girlfriend who doesn't have superpowers and needs to be protected."

"Ex-girlfriend." Petra couldn't hold back her words.

"Ow!" Saul was deeply shocked.

The party at Thompson's house was actually very close to Christmas. Michelle accompanied Petra to buy a new dress. On the way back, the two saw the festive scenery in the shop window.

"Are you ready for this year's gift?" Michelle asked.

"I haven't figured it out yet," Petra was distressed, "Aunt May wants a knitted hat, but I can't get it right after studying for a long time. Sol has recently fallen in love with games, but the latest controller is too expensive, and I Can't afford it either."

"Knitted hats are not expensive." Michelle thought for a while, "You can change your thinking, buy a knitted hat, and then make a...program yourself?"

"That makes sense!" Petra thumped her palms and stopped, "But I'm not very good at programming—is there still time to ask Ned for help?"

"If he knows that he can give Thor a gift, he will be too happy." Michelle paused, "So, what about you?"

"Ok?"

"What gift do you want? Why don't you make it clear earlier, I'll buy it now." Michelle's eyes wandered slowly on the window, "Or should I give you the cash and buy it myself?"

"Thank you, MJ, but can you give me a little surprise experience..."

Michelle chuckled: "Oh, okay. I remembered, there is a science and technology exhibition on Saturday, and my dad got a few tickets, so we can go see it together?"

"It's past Christmas Eve on Saturday," Petra pointed out.Just as they were talking, they passed the second store, and their eyes were stung by something glittering in the window.

"You like this?" Michelle was a little surprised. "These things look expensive, and they don't look like your previous aesthetics..."

"It's not that I like it," Petra smiled. "It's just that I suddenly discovered that it is very similar to the decorations in Sol's house. Maybe he will like it very much."

Having said that, she froze for a moment, and looked at Michelle.

They raised their heads at the same time, and looked at the signboard at the door—THOR! LOVE!

Is the owner from the Thunder God sect...

"Only local rich can afford it." Michelle looked away.

"Let's go to the technology exhibition..."

On Friday afternoon, May pulled out her stash and gave Petra her make-up.She looked at it for a moment and regretted, "You should take off your glasses."

"That's going to hit the wall." Petra touched her forehead, and the powder she pounced on touched her eyebrows, a little itchy.

"Try contact lenses?" She still shook her head in resistance, so Mei had no choice but to give up, "It's a pity, your eyes are beautiful, what a lovely girl you are when you go out!"

Petra sighed: "When others can't say they are beautiful, they will describe people as cute, Mei."

"..." Mei clicked her tongue, "Nonsense, with an aunt like me, how could you look so bad? If you don't believe me, ask Saul."

This is true. Aunt Mei still has her charm. After breaking up with the owner of the pizzeria, she soon became favored by the head chef of Thai cuisine.As for Petra, who hadn't been in a relationship since high school, Flash had flaunted it to her a few times—was it the third or the first girlfriend?Whatever, she shrugged.

"You can't do this." Mei patted her head affectionately, "I was so innocent in school, but after graduation and entering the society—or still in school, it's easy to be deceived by those mature and sophisticated old men."

Petra was amused by her: "Isn't it?"

"So we need to accumulate more experience." Mei said seriously, "What do you think of Saul?"

Well, he is at least over 1000 years old...

"It's a bit poor, but it's reliable. I think it's still worth considering." Mei continued to speak seriously, pointing her chin with her index finger, "Should be very young, right? How old is he?"

"I haven't asked yet..." Isn't it bad to instigate underage girls to fall in love with older adults? !

While talking, the doorbell rang.

Mei's smile became more and more loving: "Here you come? It's time, you go."

Petra quickly stood up, straightened the folds on the skirt, and swallowed nervously: "Is it okay for me? There is no dirt behind, right?"

The little dress was newly bought, a regular light yellow color, which made her skin whiter.Her hair was a bit long, because it was naturally curly and not easy to manage. Aunt Mei tied her a simple hairstyle, with the extra sideburns hanging down from her ears and curling outwards.This hairstyle is suitable for young and energetic girls. It looks very refreshing, which is obviously much better than her usual restrained and dull image in school.

"No, it's perfect." Mei hugged her, patted her back, and smiled encouragingly, "Go, honey."

Petra stepped forward, opened the door, and took a quick breath.

"Hi, good evening." Sol was dressed in a casual suit, which was more formal than his usual inconspicuous appearance, but with a certain sense of freewheeling and undisciplined, he was extremely charming.He tried to let go of Asgard's habit, imitating the etiquette of the people on Earth and reaching out to her, "It's time to go, my girl."