[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Gwen probably didn't expect that Petra would turn out like this when she returned from a trip.

At first he just thought she was a little tired, watching her get off the plane, he immediately reached out to help her, and then he was taken aback.He withdrew his hand, looked at the marks on his hand, and was shocked: "You are covered with blood..."

How could you make yourself like this?Is this going to fight aliens? !

"Uh, no. It's not mine." Petra waved her hand vigorously.

"you sure?"

"Well, well, it's not completely fine." She pressed her shoulder through the uniform, leaned back, and immediately withdrew her hand with a hiss, "Probably burned."

"Probably?" Gwen raised her voice and looked at her in shock, "We all thought you were just looking for Mr. Coulson, and then we were told that you went out with a strange mercenary on a mission..."

Petra coughed twice: "It's hard to say. Something happened, and Crossbones committed suicide."

"Is this a minor condition?" Gwen frowned disapprovingly, "You should go to the medical room for an examination now."

"...I want to wait until I get back." She glanced at the passing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and whispered.

Seeing her insistence, Gwen had to give in: "Then I'll call Harry. He's still in the underground prison. I came to you because...we found a little clue."

Having said that, he lowered his voice and carefully looked around from the corner of his eye: "Norman, no, the Green Goblin woke up once in the middle, and his consciousness was not very clear. We asked some questions when he was hypnotized, and he mentioned same thing."

"Gems or something?"

"No, it's a locket." Gwen paused, "Are your friends from England looking for something?"

When leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson's expression was still a little melancholy.

"Should I say you're welcome to come again... or not?"

"Should come again," Petra said, "Gwen is still here."

He smiled dryly: "That's right."

"Anyway, thank you for your concern for Mr. Osborne." Petra shook hands with him and said solemnly, "But I have no idea of ​​completely handing over my personal information to others yet."

Who can rest assured that almost anyone can sneak into S.H.I.E.L.D. and do whatever they want?Facing the reality, Coulson had more energy than energy, so he smiled awkwardly.

"Of course I understand your difficulties." She thought for a while and said, "If you need to contact me, please contact Harry."

"That's right, I can act as a guarantor for Spider-Man on behalf of Osborn. If you are worried about the damage to public property during the battle—" Harry also put forward appropriately, "you can ask our finance department for reimbursement."

Wow.

Coulson looked at Spider-Man with surprise in his eyes: "Actually, Iron Man has already told us about this issue before. He really deserves to be a philanthropist."

Both of them were taken aback and looked at each other.

Harry immediately frowned, looking disgusted.

"It's great to know rich people, isn't it?" Coulson winked at Petra, and then continued, "Spider-Man, we are still looking forward to working with you, and hope that there will be opportunities in the future."

"Don't you want it? If you mean the 'opportunity' when New York was invaded by aliens four years ago and the Avengers gathered together." Petra showed a respectful expression.

Coulson smiled slightly: "You are right. But, who can say what will happen in the future?"

They turned and boarded the spaceship, Harry shrugged: "He's right. Even magicians are running around the world, so it's not surprising that there are a few more aliens here. Maybe we already have lurkers around us?" "

Petra touched the back of her neck and felt a little chilly. The movement of raising her arm involved the injury on her arm and back, and she couldn't help grinning: "Hiss—it hurts."

The mutated spider endowed her with extraordinary abilities, but it failed to alleviate the physical pain, and it could even be said to strengthen it—the strengthened and oversensitive facial features and body, to some extent, made her more sensitive than before. Afraid of pain.

Harry looked at her worriedly: "Is it inconvenient for you to go to the hospital like this? I'd better call the family doctor over."

"No, I don't want to be known." Petra waved her hands carelessly and shook her head resolutely, "It's just a small injury, I can bandage it myself."

"How did you manage the back injury yourself?" Harry frowned slightly, a little displeased, but soon he thought of something, and his cheeks turned slightly red, "I'm also...not convenient to help you. Forget it, I'll call MJ ?”

Petra hesitated for a moment, nodded, and finally agreed.

"Can I go to your house first? I have to change my battle clothes."

Wearing a suit full of high-tech gadgets, and a tracker known to have been activated just a few hours ago, she wouldn't dare to go back to Queens.

Harry readily agreed: "Of course no problem! But, let me tell you, you really don't need Stark to help you research the suit. If you need technical or financial support, you can definitely find me—"

"But he is Iron Man!" Petra sat down, carefully rubbed the bruise on her left forearm, raised her head and said, "He must be the most experienced in making battle suits."

"That's right." Harry was a little unhappy, wrinkling his nose, "But, it is also equivalent to handing over your handle to the other party... What if he is against you in the future? Uh, I mean, Although he is an Avenger now, it will be hard to say what will happen in the future, isn't it?"

In this regard, Michelle has another view.

In ripped jeans and a hoodie, she strolls in with her hands in her pockets, looking like she just went to a heavy metal band at a bar.Harry waved his hand casually, the maid served tea and snacks, and hurried out, he also closed the door and left the room.

Michelle sat down by the bed, straight to the point, concise and powerful has always been her style: "I heard that you are in trouble."

"A little bit... Trouble." Petra wrapped herself in a quilt and said vaguely.

Michelle stroked her head.The hair was obviously wet with sweat several times, it was sticky, and there was a lingering smell of gunpowder smoke.Michelle sniffed again, showing a disgusted expression: "Didn't you take a shower first?"

"I dare not touch the water." Petra puffed her mouth, and then put down the quilt.

Michelle looked at her bright red and blue uniform, and she was not surprised or surprised at all, she was as motionless as a mountain: "I see, the tights are not easy to take off, are they?"

She stretched out her hand and carefully touched the arm that seemed to be fine. The blood left by Deadpool had already dried up, leaving only a strong smell of rust: "Do you want me to help you? Do you need scissors? If it is connected to the meat If we are together, it may be very painful..."

"It's okay." Petra said, raised her hand and tapped lightly on the spider logo on her chest, "It's not troublesome to take it off, but it needs to be bandaged immediately."

The spider suit fell down in response, and Michelle couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Not bad, Stark's technology."

She helped Petra clean the wound and apply medicine.It didn't take much time, and the injury was much better than they imagined, probably because of the bunker. With Petra's current physique, this kind of flesh injury will probably disappear in a few days.

Michelle wrapped the bandage, clapped her hands, and turned her gaze to the spider suit on the ground.

"Can this thing be washed?"

"Should it be possible?" Petra scratched her head, "Iron Man didn't write the instructions on it... I think it should be possible. Otherwise, it will be scrapped once, what a waste?"

"That's not certain." Michelle shrugged. "For rich people, many things, even people, are disposable consumables."

Petra: "...You have a point. Pepper said that eight years ago, she had to deal with the 'garbage' left by her boss at night almost every day."

Michelle's expression was elusive.

"MJ—" Petra spoke with deliberation.

"You don't need to explain to me." Michelle immediately raised his right hand to stop, "I don't care about the ins and outs."

"……Oh."

Petra remembered that Michelle was the type of person who watched detective dramas and never had the patience to listen to the killer's confession speech after being arrested, but she still said, "Thanks."

"Thank you." Michelle didn't take it seriously. He gently pinched the corner of the suit with his thumb and forefinger, and lifted it up to look at it. "However, this suit looks really high-end. Doesn't it have the function of shockproof and decompression?" ?"

"As you can see, it has only a thin layer... Can you expect it to function as a steel armor?"

"Oh, you can make a steel spider suit," said Michele.

"……what?"

"Can't you?" She raised one eyebrow, pursed her lips, showed a teasing smile, and said briskly, "Please, you are the Spider Girl, aren't you? You can't let Iron Man continue to make the battle suit for you Right? It's cool, though."

She quickly added: "Surely a lot cooler than doing it yourself."

"Hmm..." Petra lowered her head, "I'm thinking about this."

"The most important thing is funding, I understand." Michelle showed a clear expression and gestured, "You can't ask Harry to help you. No matter who you rely on for funding or production, it doesn't make any difference. Pointless."

"You're right," Petra admitted, "I think, I..."

She paused, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "I wish I could do better."

"I know."

Michelle put her hands on her shoulders, pressed them firmly, and looked into her eyes: "You should become a rich man yourself."

"……Uh?"

"Like Iron Man, like Bruce Wayne." Michelle continued, "Isn't Batman your idol? Then you have always wanted to learn from him, right? Just right, there is an Iron Man beside you, Whether it is real life or the virtual world, there is a role model.”

Petra swallowed: "I understand what you mean, but this... this can't be done just by talking about it?"

"To be a person, you must have ideals." Michelle said loudly. "Isn't it the easiest to start a business and become the president? As long as you have money, you don't have any problem with making as many rich boyfriends as you want. You can Wake up from a bed of [-] square meters, enjoy two hundred young and handsome servants serving you breakfast, sail around the world on a luxury yacht for honeymoon, and enjoy the fields covered with rose petals..."

"Plagiarized someone else's lines," Petra reminded, "and I really don't see how easy it is."

"The most important thing," Michelle said slowly, "if you have a dispute, you can just throw money in his face and say, 'Don't think you have a few bad money You can trample on my dignity, fuck off'. That's what it takes to be rich."

"...What you said makes a lot of sense."

It's really a great dream.

Harry sent them outside the door, and wanted the driver to take them home, but Petra said she had to go out, and declined his kindness.

He was a little worried, and told him repeatedly: "Don't run around again. If you want to be a hero, you have to wait until you recover from your injury, you know?"

Petra responded with a hmm, but didn't seem to listen much.

Standing in front of the station, Michelle asked, "Where are you going?"

"I will achieve a small goal first." Petra said, "Go to Mr. Stark and tell him that I am resigning."