[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"It's so handsome!"

Petra's eyes glowed.Who would have thought that one day a shiny golden car would park downstairs in an apartment in a civilian area like theirs... Wait a minute.Petra pulls out her phone and does a quick Google search... ok, it's Lamborghini.

"Is this Sol yours?" she asked over her shoulder.

The handsome Asgard man shook the car key in his hand, his spirit was high, and he looked like a young and wealthy overlord, but his answer couldn't be more candid - "No, I borrowed it from Tony."

Petra: "..."

Money is everything.

Tony, the almighty Iron Man!

"Can you drive?" Saul asked.

"Of course not!" Petra shook her head, "I haven't gotten my driver's license yet."

"Well, then there is no way." Saul nodded, and opened the passenger door for her.

She looked from the front to the rear of the car, and the perfect streamlined sports car was like a lotus flower, revealing the atmosphere of "I am expensive".Even if she learned how to drive, she would never dare to touch it—if she crashed, she wouldn't be able to pay for it if she sold her.

Petra couldn't help but touched the edge of the door and exclaimed: "Really, it's so cool..."

She got into the car, buckled up the seat belt, and saw Sol also sat up. While starting the engine and studying the electronic panel, she suddenly felt something was wrong: "Sol! You don't know...have you ever learned to drive?"

Sol didn't even look up.

"I have learned to drive an alien spaceship."

"???" Petra was shocked, "Isn't this far away!?"

"No, the principles are pretty much the same, I think." Saul said seriously, while tapping on the screen, various complex English interfaces popped up constantly.He took a few glances, pretended to understand, and said, "If I remember correctly, this car has its own attitude system, which has imported Stark's AI... I mean, it shouldn't be difficult to drive. Sit stable!"

He stomped on the gas pedal.

"Ahhhh-"

The genes of the Tenjin family are not bad.Sol knew nothing of himself, and drove all the way to the door of Thompson's house, neither running a red light nor pressing the line.

"Fast and Furious, understand, Saul?"

"What?" Thor tilted his head.

"Or Qiu Mingshan Riding God, you can do it."

When Petra got out of the car, her face was still pale and she was sweating profusely.Sol gently touched her head—almost broke the hair rope, and quickly stopped—commented: "Your body is too delicate, go to the gym with me some other day."

"Gym?" Petra imagined the muscles of a bodybuilder in her mind, and then thought about her own image... she refused decisively, "Leave."

She straightened her skirt and was about to take a step when she raised her head and saw Flash and his friends standing by the door staring at them dumbfounded.

Of course not because of Thor's existence.The news of Thor's bizarre appearance at Midtown Middle School spread throughout Queens within two days. Those who should be shocked have already been shocked, and those who should be eyeballed have lost their attention...

Petra paused, and Saul followed their gazes - the front wheel of Stark's shiny golden sports car got stuck between the fences.To be precise, a row of fences was crushed, and the upper and lower parts of the broken fence sandwiched the wheels.

No wonder she felt that she heard something when parking the car, and thought it was the illusion caused by the sudden braking.

Unexpectedly, it really hit!

"...embarrassed." She sighed and raised her hand, "I surrender. I take back what the car god said."

Sol, the person involved, probably has the thick skin of a god, so he patted the hood of the car with a groan, and boasted: "As expected of Stark technology, the quality is not bad!"

Can this modified car get a driving license?

Petra was strongly skeptical, and glanced at the bleak fence and the undamaged hood of the car: "It's really convincing to say this from Chaoying, the world's most destructive force."

The faces of the group of people in front of them were even more strange.

Flash came back to his senses, and said dryly: "So, are you going to ask Stark Industries to compensate for the loss of my yard?"

Petra turned to look at Sol, and said seriously: "I have no money, and I have no insurance."

"I know." Sol nodded, resting his chin, "Well...I have to ask Tony, don't worry about it."

He stepped forward and patted Flash on the shoulder.This "one click" is a bit heavy for ordinary people on earth. Petra clearly saw his body tremble twice, his pupils widened in horror, and then contracted.

"What are you doing?" Flash pretended to be calm, and took two steps back.

Saul said, "Kids, answer the phone and use it."

"Ah, oh, there are inside." Flash pointed to the room.When Saul strode in, he was visibly relieved.

"Scared?"

He was startled, turned his head quickly, and relaxed when he saw it was Petra: "Hmph, you..."

Flash's eyes froze.

He seemed to really notice Petra's appearance.He frowned, looked at her for a while, and said hesitantly: "Parker, you look...very different today?"

"Really? I hope there will be some changes." Petra looked around absently. The two friends she was familiar with hadn't come yet. Fly away and save the world or something."

"You seem," Flash pondered for a while, before choking out a sentence, "you're a little more lively."

"There are more words." He added afterward.

"Oh," Petra was taken aback, "I've always been...very lively?"

Flash showed the disgusted expression he had seen her in the past, but he quickly relaxed his brows and eased a lot.Inexplicably, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He felt awkward, and cleared his throat: "Actually, it's pretty good now, um, you... Hurry up and play."

Petra walked through the porch into the living room, and looked back hesitantly, wondering why Flash seemed to have changed his temper tonight, when a voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"He may have a crush on you."

She jumped away in fright: "MJ! Don't pop up out of nowhere to be scary, okay?"

"Oh, I thought of a gift." Michelle looked at her, "How about contact lenses? You really shouldn't be wearing this kind of old and rustic black frame, which was only popular in the last century."

"Because... this is the most affordable."

"I think Aunt May will be very happy to give you the money." Michelle said sincerely, "I don't look very good, and I haven't learned how to dress up. It's really hopeless."

Hello.

Petra: "Without love, the ship is sinking."

"Boom," Michelle made a triangle gesture, "Then treat me as an iceberg."

Petra was about to turn her head and leave when she was caught off guard by an arm extending from behind her.

! !

She raised her head and leaned against her strong and powerful body.

"Sol?"

"Hey, girls, what are you talking about?" Sol quickly released Petra's shoulders, put them on her waist, and hugged her naturally.His eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, and then fell on Michelle's face, recalling, "I remember you being the son of, uh, daughter of—Watt?"

"My name is Watson, not the son of Watt." Michelle sighed, "Petty, I hope you can still give up the taste of blond hair and blue eyes with well-developed limbs—isn't academic talent bad?"

"First, correct me, I didn't say I liked the genre. Second, don't keep making fun of me about Flash - I have nothing to do with him!" Petra protested. "Sol isn't the big-bodied, simple-minded guy you're talking about. Besides—"

"Water's daughter is right, I am not an academic." Sol shrugged, "I almost failed the graduation exam before, but luckily I made a cheat sheet."

Petra: "..."

Michelle: "..."

Michelle raised her eyebrows at her: "I see, don't speak so fast. What's more, what did you just say?"

Petra was expressionless: "The academic type you are talking about, doesn't it mean Ned?"

The figure walking quietly behind them froze.

Ned turned his head slowly, and the phone that was shooting almost fell out: "It has nothing to do with me! I just want to take a photo with Thor!"

"And your friend?" Saul looked over with interest.

Petra nodded: "Ned Leeds, I'm at the same table and in the same club... His computer skills are very good."

"I didn't seem to see it when I went last time." Saul was thoughtful.

"Yeah, I accidentally broke my wrist while skateboarding, and I didn't go to school for a few days." Ned felt heartbroken when he mentioned this, and covered his chest, "I missed the news of the Avengers at the first time, I I really don’t want to—Sol, please take a photo with me!”

Saul readily agreed.

"Great! Luckily I brought a selfie artifact!" Ned was overjoyed. "Shall we go to the open-air balcony? There are too many people here."

Sowerby gestured very refreshingly: "OJBK."

They left, and Petra and Michelle looked at each other.

"See, remember this lesson, don't compete with men for men." Michelle said earnestly.

"...a lot of knowledge." Petra said, "I'm going to get some juice."

She took a few steps towards the buffet table, but stopped involuntarily.

There was a group of girls around there, the better group at school, and they had gotten to know each other quite a bit because of Flash.Just as Petra was about to pass, they all stopped in unison and stared at her with what could be called hostility.

"Sorry." Petra said cheerfully, "My dance partner is not for rent."

——She really talked too much tonight.

The next second, the girls dropped their wine glasses and rushed towards her screaming.

……

When Flash pulled Petra out of the prop box in the fitting room, she was stained with cake and drink.

His face was ashen, and he said angrily: "Are you stupid! Fight with them?"

"It's reasonable, I didn't pinch, I ran away immediately." Petra corrected, "It's the same as when I met you."

Flash was speechless and even angrier: "I never hit you again!"

Petra stepped out of the box and tore the ribbon off her head.

"Everyone has gone back, don't worry." Flash let go of his hand angrily, and wrapped it around his chest, watching her straighten her hair, "Also, Saul is gone too—I heard it was Tony Star Ke has something to do with him. Saul asked me to tell you, he said he was sorry, owed you a dance, and he will come to you another day."

Petra froze.

accident?No, this kind of development seemed to be expected. She was not too disappointed, but a little regretful... The dance steps she had learned for so long did not have a chance to be useful.

"Did the car drive away too?"

"Yes."

"Oh, then I'll go back."

"Are you kidding?" Flash couldn't help giving her a blank look, "You're still wearing high heels."

"You don't understand." Petra was rarely proud, "For girls, what kind of high heels are five centimeters?"

"It's late, too," said Flash.

"...Are you sending me back?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't see you off," Flash said ferociously.

They went back to the living room, which was a mess.Knowing that half of the credit was due to herself, Petra touched her nose guilty, feeling very embarrassed.Flash said it didn't matter, someone would clean it up.

"So it seems that you didn't see your parents..." Petra recalled.

He snorted indifferently: "They? They are very busy. It would be nice to be at home."

"I think it's nice to have parents," Petra said.

Flash looked over, his eyes flickered, and he didn't say anything.Soon, he led Petra to the garage, pressed the remote control, and revealed the brand new convertible sports car inside.

If she hadn't seen Stark's one, Petra would have said more sincerely: "...it's still cool."

Flash started the engine proficiently and started, and it was clear from the action that he was much stronger than Sol.

"Very proficient." Petra boasted—this time it was really from the heart, "You used to take your girlfriend for a ride like this?"

Flash looked at her suspiciously: "Why can't I hear the meaning of boasting?"

"Maybe you're not that sensitive to sarcasm."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Petra said, "I just want to say, sitting in a convertible on a winter night...it's really cold! Are you sure it's okay?"

She brought a coat and put it over her dress, but she was still shivering.

"..." Flash.

He was about to say something to fix it when Petra screamed again.

creak-

Flash stomped on the pedal.The sports car slammed on the brakes, slid a certain distance on the slippery road, and barely stopped.

"what happened?"

"A bug bit me, it hurts..."

Petra clutched her neck, her face turned even paler.She gasped, trying to show an awkward yet polite smile: "I'm sure, driving a convertible under a tree at night is really not a good thing."