[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"Men in suits are always the most attractive, right?"

A smiling female voice sounded behind them.Petra turned her head and saw Pepper walking slowly, leaning against the bar and shaking the cocktail in her hand: "Hey, Petty, you look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, Miss Potts, you are also perfect." Petra was at a loss for words.

"By the way, I heard that you are going to participate in an academic competition in Washington next week? I wish you all the best in advance." Pepper smiled, stroked her hair, and said, "Have fun."

"Academic competition?" Wanda asked.

"Academic decathlon, oh, is a staged qualifier. This year, it seems that due to internal adjustments by the organizing committee, the competition system has been revised. The official competition is in the autumn semester." Petra explained.

"It sounds like you are very busy, no wonder you are finishing your internship." Wanda said with some regret.

Petra shrugged.

The sound in the stereo became softer, Captain Steve Rogers cleared his throat, raised his glass, and toasted everyone, "Okay, everyone, let's—"

The Avengers and others raised their glasses.

Petra's reaction was half a beat slow, and she put down the plate in her hand to look for her own glass, almost touching Wanda's hand and knocking over the things on the table.Both of their glasses were filled with Coke, the bubbles were gurgling, and the color of the soda with ice cubes was somewhat similar to the whiskey in the hands of adults.

"—to Spider-Man," Steve said cheerfully, "thank him for his brave actions, and let us get the long-lost vacation!"

"To Spider-Man!" A group of people clinked glasses and cheered.

puff!

Petra choked, took a sip of Coke and spit it all out.Most people in the living room turned their eyes and looked at them curiously.In a hurry, the cup tipped over, and most of the coke was dripped on the tablecloth and skirt, which was very embarrassing.

"Are you okay?" Pepper quickly patted her on the back, found a handkerchief to help her wipe off the drink, full of pity, "Oh, the skirt is dirty..."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Petra coughed and blushed, and waved her hands hurriedly.

"I remember you are also his fan." Pepper said with a smile, "Why, is the surprise too much?"

"Uh...well, I, let's just count it." She said dryly. "My classmates at school liked 'him'."

"Understandable." The man in the purple suit on the left muttered, "They are all young people, and they understand the trend of young people better."

"Clinton." Steve reminded him disapprovingly, meaning that even a child would not imitate others just to gain attention.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Of course Spider-Man is a superhero." Barton waved his hand, "Although he's still a little young, there's still plenty of time for him to grow up—right, little girl?"

To make up for the possibly inappropriate joke, he gave Petra a friendly wink.

She froze for a moment, and then said after a while: "Well, I don't think he can be considered a 'hero'."

"Why do you say that?" Steve was a little surprised.

"I mean, compared to the Avengers... it's a lot worse, isn't it?" Petra quickly explained, "He probably didn't do these things to be a 'superhero,' like stop Zed Bandits, car thieves...these are too childish, and they don't need the Avengers to do something special, and they are not particularly worthy of praise. So, I think he is just...to help?"

For a moment, Captain America just looked at her in surprise and didn't speak.

Among the Avengers, the red-haired and blue-eyed beauty blew a whistle, showed a meaningful smile, and raised her eyebrows at her colleagues: "Oh, I think children's thinking is very mature now, you say What about it?——Tony, I heard that you also made a battle suit for someone else, you must know each other?"

"To be precise, it's not 'acquaintance'." Tony took a leisurely sip of wine, put the glass aside, and replied slowly, "I'm just providing some technical support. By the way, the kid put the The communicator is all removed, so I have no way of contacting him directly."

"Nonsense, he is Spider-Man, not your son." Natasha rolled her eyes.

Tony spread his hands and emphasized: "That is also a minor! If something happens to him while he is doing justice, shouldn't I be responsible?"

"About this point, we need to discuss again, Tony." Steve coughed lightly, "It is true that the other party may be very young, but he is not a child anymore, I think they should be given a certain amount of space...you also Don't you like being controlled all the time?"

"True, but—"

Tony's words were suddenly interrupted.

They turned their heads in unison, and Agent Patton's hand had subconsciously touched the edge of the pocket of his suit trousers, which might be the place where a gun is usually placed—looking at the creases there, there might indeed be a pistol.

In the center of the living room, a golden-red circle of fire appeared out of thin air on the side near the window.

Petra recognized what it was at a glance, and then saw Doctor Strange himself stepping out of the time-space portal calmly, with the red cloak thrown behind him, looking imposing.

Suddenly, half of the people relaxed their vigilance.Another group of people didn't seem to know him yet, and they looked at their colleagues inquiringly.

"Hey, Doctor." Tony held out his hand, "Good evening, I thought you wouldn't be here."

"Good evening. I'm not here to attend the banquet, Stark." Strange nodded reservedly to everyone, shook hands with Tony briefly, then let go, turned and walked towards the table, saying, "I'm here Borrow the butter."

"??"

Petra watched him coming, tilted her head, her eyes widened.

"You came here to borrow butter?"

"That's right, Wang made some bread, but he forgot to buy butter." Strange looked around the dazzling dining table, and soon found the target.He snapped his fingers happily: "Excuse me, I'm leaving now."

"Uh... I thought you were going to Karma Taj."

"No, I was going to Kunlun City to find them to borrow, but they left to find the missing heir... I had to come to New York."

"..."

"See you later, brat." Before Strange left, he added casually, "You are very cute today, I hope you have a good time."

Doctor Strange came and went in a hurry, and everyone watched the time-space portal disappear into the air.I don't know who mumbled: "He is really a maverick."

"Sounds like we guys aren't maverick enough." Steve shrugged.

Several people nodded deeply.

"Okay, let's talk first, I'll take this child to change clothes. She must be too excited to see you." Pepper grabbed Petra's shoulders and asked her softly, "Do you have any spare clothes to change?" ?”

Petra nodded: "My original clothes are in the schoolbag."

"Okay, that's the only way to go. Take off the skirt later, and I'll take it to dry cleaning for you." Pepper said decisively.

Following his reputation, Tony raised his eyebrows and reminded, "Pepper, you don't need to do this kind of thing anymore. You are the CEO of Stark Industries."

"That's right. But if I don't care about her, should I let you do it?" Pepper asked back with a smile.

This seems to make sense.

But something doesn't seem quite right.Tony frowned.

Pepper had the little dress taken away, and Petra put on the old jeans and straightened the wrinkles on the T-shirt, thinking that her luck was still as bad as ever.But fortunately, when she returned to the banquet, she had gradually adapted to the atmosphere here. Everyone was very friendly, and no one stared at her, as if she shouldn't be here.

Petra no longer felt constrained, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked to the left, Wanda was mixing drinks for Vision at the bar, and several other people were scattered around the living room in twos and threes, chatting or admiring the night view, enjoying themselves.

Petra stared blankly at the champagne glasses on the dining table for a while, then heard someone approaching her: "It's useless to look any longer, you're not old yet."

"I don't want to drink," she retorted.

Tony looked at her thoughtfully, then looked to the side: "But you can try non-alcoholic champagne, have you had it? - It's in the corner on the left, see?"

Petra followed his reminder and looked over. Before finding it, Tony had already picked up the wine bottle, opened the cork, and poured her a glass.The smooth and smooth movements are obviously honed in countless nights of picking up girls.

"Try it." He handed Petra the glass, smiling.

She thanked her and carefully took it from Tony's hand. The crystal clear amber in the glass reflected the luster of the crystal chandelier above her head, which made her feel a little dazzled.

Petra blinked, took a small sip, and immediately frowned.

"How?" Tony asked.

She swallowed with difficulty and shook her head quickly: "It's not good."

Tony laughed out loud, and then handed over another wine glass: "That's right, drink your Coke, kid."

Petra puffed up her mouth unhappily, and before she had time to say anything, a piercing voice pierced the silence in the living room, the broken lights scattered and merged into the floor, and there were a few short screams.She heard Steve's voice raised in the crowd, "What's going on?"

The large chandelier in the center and countless other wall lamps flickered brightly and dimly several times, and finally fell into darkness. The golden-orange electric light flickered among the lamp tubes, which looked a little frightening.

"What's going on?" It was Coulson's voice, and he sounded a little terrified, "Stark, have you created a supercomputer behind our backs?"

"Of course not!" Tony exclaimed.

"Of course not." Vision's voice repeated softly. "I think it's just...a short circuit."

Tony sighed. "Friday?"

"The cause is being investigated." Friday's voice sounded from above his head, and after a pause, he said, "Boss, the failure cannot be detected."

"Unable to detect? What do you mean there is no way?" Patton wondered, "Could it be that you were attacked by a senior hacker?"

"No." Friday replied, "I checked the electrical circuits and control systems of the entire building, as well as the fire protection system, and found no loopholes, nor was it attacked by external forces—whether it was a firewall or a physical attack. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Tony thought for a while: "You mean, it just suddenly 'got a problem'?"

Friday's voice also seemed a little confused: "It does seem so, BOSS, I'm sorry."

The few remaining people looked at each other under the spare weak light source. Not long after, Friday restored the light in the living room, and their expressions were a little dignified.

"I thought of it," Wanda said slowly. "There is another possibility."

Several agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. looked at each other, and Coulson couldn't help frowning slightly: "Could it be... really magic?"

"Then why didn't anyone attack us?" Rhodes asked.

No one answered.

When the accident happened just now, Natasha was the only one among them who didn't stand up from the sofa, but she had already clenched the pocket pistol in her right hand.She bent her hands on her knees, ruffled her hair, and said lazily, "It's time to start working again, guys."

Coulson was the first to say goodbye, and he wanted to go back and apply to investigate all relevant files of the domestic police station.His subordinates also left, and there were a few Avengers left, because the target of the attack did not show up, but they were not busy taking action.They stood there looking at each other with some emotion.

The living room quickly fell silent, and everyone was waiting for Captain Rogers' instructions.

Steve pondered: "If it's really magic, it doesn't seem to be within the scope of my research."

He raised his head, shrugged, and looked at Scarlet Witch.

"I didn't feel any fluctuations just now." Wanda shook his head hesitantly, "Maybe it has nothing to do with my abilities—maybe, we should ask that Doctor Strange? Before he appeared, I didn't notice either. .”

"Very well, I'll contact him." Tony said succinctly, "As for now—is anyone still not full? This place may need to be tidied up."

Natasha changed her position and leaned comfortably on the sofa: "No hurry, I want to rest for a while."

I think the next few days will not be easy, so I have to hurry up and relax.

"That's right, after finishing this time, I must retire." Barton complained.

"Change the music?" Vision suggested.

He turned around and walked towards the console of the stereo, clicked on it a few times, and the originally soft music switched to a much lighter dance music.

"That's it?" Petra swallowed, a little confused.

"Don't be nervous, Petty." Steve smiled gently when he noticed that she was pinching the hand on the edge of the table because of nervousness, "They know it well."

She nodded half-understanding: "Then—"

"—now," Steve took over, "can you dance?"

Petra was stunned for two seconds: "What?"

"I didn't dance much before. Before I went to the battlefield, no one danced with me. After I went to the battlefield... I have no chance." The tall and handsome Captain America said with nostalgia, he lowered his head and smiled apologetically , "I can only pray that I don't step on other people's feet, I hope you don't mind?"

She was finally sure that she understood the other person's words, her heart beat faster and her tongue began to tangle: "But me, I'm not wearing a skirt..."

"Yeah, so we can't take a photo together, unfortunately." Steve said briskly, reaching out to her, "I can only make up for my little fans in another way-then, would you like to give me a favor? ?”