[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Petra went home worried, locked herself in her room, locked the door, and pulled the spider hood out of her pocket.After thinking about it for a while, she still put it on.

"Arthur?"

"Good morning, Petty." The gentle voice of the artificial intelligence rang in his ears.

"It's evening now, Arthur."

"Sorry," Arthur paused, "my system is not connected to the Internet."

Oh yes, Ned moved a little bit, almost forgot.Petra nodded: "Then I'll reopen—wait."

She stopped suddenly and asked suspiciously: "Once you get online, you will tell Mr. Stark everything about me, right?"

It was so risky, so I almost fell for it.

"According to the baby custody agreement - yes, I will regularly send the video data to Friday." Arthur replied.

Baby, baby monitoring? ?

She literally screamed.

In fact, she did cry out.

— "That's right, Petty."

Arthur's answer was still pleasant.His voice sounds very young, but it feels very mature and reliable. As an artificial intelligence, this design is very sensible.

"No, you can't." Petra tried to reason with him, "It's compromising my privacy, understand? Even if you're just an AI, you can't just tell others my secrets."

"You're right." Arthur was silent for a while, "Girls always have a few secrets of their own. Of course it's your freedom, Petty."

"Very good." She breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What video did you just say?"

"I will record what you see and hear when you put on the battle suit every day."

"Every day? Every hour?"

"...Yes. I'm sorry?" Arthur said hesitantly.

"Oh nothing, it's not your fault." Petra sighed, "I just feel awkward, if I talk about a boyfriend, when he wants to kiss me...you won't feel embarrassed in the middle ?"

Arthur: "..."

"Right?" she pressed.

"What you said makes sense." He actually coughed!He's just an AI, yet he still coughs? "So, I suggest you not to fall in love so early?"

"Huh?" Petra snorted, "Is this also the rule written in the custody agreement?"

"I think so. Mr. Stark didn't say it directly, but according to my data analysis, he should have this mentality."

"..." is really enough.

Petra covered her face and sat down on the chair.The swivel chair quickly turned around, she stretched out her legs and stuck the desk, and took a long breath: "Sorry, Arthur, I didn't mean to be angry with you...but you have to understand, uh, or imagine? I At this age, it happens to be a relatively rebellious period..."

"Of course, I know that," said Arthur briskly. "You're not rebellious, Petty, at least as far as I know. And you're cute."

"...Thank you. I like your accent too."

Sure enough, it was the AI ​​made by Tony!This kind of words is completely learned from him! ?

"So, I believe that even if you tell Mr. Stark the truth, he will forgive you," Arthur said.

"No, it won't." Petra sighed. "I was going to tell him, but...he's too busy being an Avenger to save the world."

"Mr. Stark is really busy." Arthur thought thoughtfully, "He has been out for nearly two years."

"……Ah, wait?I don't want to know these, okay?

"Men will be like this when they reach a certain age. They have more energy than energy." Arthur seemed to say with emotion.

Petra: "..."

So what, if Mr. Stark heard what you said, he would tear you down immediately, believe it or not?

She jumped up from the chair, moved her hands and feet, stepped on the desk, stuck her hands to the ceiling, hung herself on the ceiling fan, and then hung down, trying to calm her mind by this means.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked concerned.

"Well, it's not very good... so many people know my identity." But she still dared not tell May and Tony.It felt really weird, a little guilty, and a little...

Petra let herself swing like a swing for a while, then suddenly stopped: "—but I don't know his identity?"

"Who?"

"Deadpool." Petra quickly jumped off the ceiling fan, sat on the desk, shaking her legs, "Arthur, can you find his information? If I connect you to the Internet?"

Arthur pondered: "It should be possible, if he didn't deliberately hide his identity—even if he used some means, it's not difficult to find out something now that the Internet is so developed."

"Well, I remember that he said that he was a special soldier and stayed in S.H.I.E.L.D. for a while... Well, being a special soldier may be something after that? After he retired from the army, he may have encountered some things, and his body has a strong self. Healing ability, that is, becoming what it is now..."

"My authority does not allow access to the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s confidential files, Petty." Arthur said apologetically.

"It's okay, let me think about it again... His accent is a bit special? Where should it come from..."

"Canada. From the accent and the few words he uses, he should be Canadian," Arthur said.

"But he must be living somewhere in the United States now." Petra thought for a while, turned to turn on the computer, and typed keywords.

Deadpool--

A bright red webpage jumped out.

The front page was bleeding continuously, and in the center of the picture was written in a weird font: What do you want me to do?

There is a smaller line below: price negotiable.

"What a mercenary with personality." Petra muttered, dragging the mouse down.

"Found it." Arthur said suddenly, "In Boston Chinatown, where he used to live."

When she met Deadpool again, Petra didn't expect it to be so soon, but she was ready.

Sitting in the convenience store, she watched the man in the red uniform leisurely cross the road, and walked past the window holding the toilet paper bought in the supermarket.

Then he stopped and turned to look inside the window, meeting Shanpetra's gaze.

"Isn't this my little sweetheart?" Wade happily pushed the door and entered with the toilet paper in his arms.

"I told you not to call me that." She protested, and added in a low voice, "It's kind of disgusting."

"Then what do I call you? Little spider—spider??" Wade was gagged and waved his arms exaggeratedly. The toilet paper in his arms fell off with a clatter and scattered all over the floor.

"Since you already know what I look like, why don't you know what my name is?" Petra looked at the cash register, and across a few rows of shelves, the clerk was sitting there playing music games, so she probably couldn't hear them movement.She looked back and handed over the hot dog she had bought, "My name is Petra. I invite you to have a hot dog, do you want to try it?"

"Wow, that's so good!" Wade took it happily, and tilted his head to look at it. "Uh, the color looks a bit strange. Is this red tomato or pepper?"

"Anyway, it doesn't taste the same as the blood on your body." She took a bite of the hot dog and asked, "Where did you fight again?"

"I have to say that the weapon made by Fury is quite useful. It is indeed the world's leading technology!" Deadpool didn't intend to eat, carefully wrapped the hot dog in wrapping paper, and stuffed it into his arms—hopefully Don't be confused by the blood, looking at the dirty marks on his uniform, Petra couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Aren't you hungry? It doesn't taste good when it's cold."

"It's okay, I'll take it back and eat it." Wade said nonchalantly, "In this business like us, we don't care much about the taste of food. But believe me, Petty, since it's a gift from you, it will definitely It's delicious."

Petra stared at him for a while, and asked tentatively, "Do you not want to take off your mask? You don't want me to see you? You can take off a little bit, or you can still eat..."

"No, I didn't mean that." Wade denied it.

She obviously wouldn't believe it.

"You said before," Petra said slowly after thinking for a while, "you were surprised by my looks. So, actually, you thought I would look... ugly? The kind that couldn't see people? Is it right?"

Wade choked slightly, tilted his head as if ignorant: "Do I have it?"

"Yes," she said with certainty. "You said I was cute—was it just a compliment?"

"No, no, of course not!" Wade said loudly, "You are really cute—I didn't use the word 'beautiful' to describe you because you are still young, and at this age, the innocence and youthfulness of this face make people I think it's very, very cute. Of course, it's sexy in bodysuits."

He added the last sentence quickly and quietly.

After a pause, he said, "You're still developing, aren't you?"

Wade was ready to dodge the damage, but after waiting for a long time, Petra just stared at him without moving or moving.

"Can you be serious!"

"The angry expression is cute too!" he said happily.Then in less than half a second, he covered his mouth in panic and took a quick breath, "What's wrong with me recently? Could it be that the window period is too long and I have fallen to such a degree?!"

"Don't try to change the subject, Deadpool," Petra said seriously. "You do think I'm ugly, don't you?"

"Don't be angry." Wade said cautiously. He is very experienced with women who show this kind of expression. He used to be prepared to be slapped in the face, but since that incident, he has paid more attention to protecting other body parts "According to my principle, when a person doesn't want to show his face, there are only two possibilities. Either it is because he is too tall to be visible, or his identity cannot be seen—"

"What about you? Is it because you can't see your identity or your appearance?" Petra raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, it hurts my heart." Deadpool held his heart.

"And I don't agree with you," she went on, "Batman is handsome himself, he only wears a mask because—"

"To scare people, I understand. You are too cute to deter criminals, and I understand." Wade nodded.

"..." Is this a compliment?

Petra cleared her throat: "Thank you, but don't avoid my question, Deadpool. You already know what I look like, and if we are friends, you should also tell me who you are, right? It's not me I'm particularly curious about how you look... I mean, it's fair to swap identities."

For a long time, Deadpool didn't answer.

"What's wrong?" Petra swallowed, thinking about what she said wrong, "Aren't we friends? You don't want to—"

"You think we're friends?" Wade asked.

"Oh. Before that, probably not," Petra said, "but you saved me, and you granted my request—thank you anyway. And now you're here again. In my life, although I don’t know what you want to do... I offered you a hot dog, and you accepted it. So, can’t we be friends if we’re like this?”

Deadpool stared at her for a long time.

He began softly, "You're such a good boy, Petty. You shouldn't have been this close to me."