[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

It's over.

The warriors of Asgard had only one thought left in their minds at this moment.They seemed to see the furious Odin standing in front of the throne and roaring: Who!Who stole my scepter?Do you want to rebel? !

Last time, they committed treason for Saul, and Saul for his girlfriend-but there was a good-sounding reason for it anyway.Because the life of Miss Foster is also linked to the fate of Asgard and even the entire Nine Kingdoms.

But this time, he brought back a little girl from the atrium... There was no hope.

Hogan's complexion was heavy, and he turned around to take a step forward: "I'm going back to Vanaheim first. Friends, in the next life, we'll—"

Sif grabbed his back collar expressionlessly and glared at him.

There is a posture of dying together.

Sol walked towards Petra and smiled: "So, you saw my father."

"Yeah." Petra, who ran all the way, patted her chest with lingering fear, and replied panting, "It's terrible, I think he deliberately blocked me."

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to meet so early." Sol apologized and scratched his head, "I don't know why, he has been a bit weird in recent years, maybe it's because he's getting older and getting worse The more confused-"

"Cough cough." Fandral coughed heavily, looking at his toes, and reminded in a low voice, "Then what, enough is enough. Whether you are a king or not, you will not be happy that your son speaks ill of him in front of others."

Saul shrugged, as if to say, This is the truth, but held back.

"Is it heavy?" He pointed to Gungnir.

"Oh!" Petra seemed to realize that she was still holding the hot potato, and took a step back, "This...how should I deal with it?"

"Forget it, don't worry about it." Sol waved his hand casually, then put his arm around her shoulders and turned to his friends, "I just want to introduce you, these, the most outstanding warriors in Asgard—— "

The people who were named looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This is not a joke, Thor." Vostagg said with a bitter face, the joy of winning just now faded away, "Hurry up and apologize to your father, he may...will look at you For the sake of my face, forgive this little friend."

Sol raised his eyebrows: "Friends, never underestimate the enemy."

He patted Petra on the shoulder, then let go of his hand, and asked her with a smile: "Are you interested in having a game?"

"Huh?" She tilted her head.

Thor raised his finger to Vostagg who was still standing in the center of the arena.

"Then let me try?" Petra replied cautiously.

Upstairs just now, although there is some distance, but the view is good, she can see clearly.

The physique and strength of these Asgard people are at least several times that of the people on Earth. No wonder they advocate the most direct confrontation with force - isn't it too wasteful to have this capital and confidence but discard it?The excellent physique and long life also give them an excellent opportunity to learn various fighting techniques and use weapons proficiently.

Every Asgard warrior is proficient in several cold weapons, and many battles have given them rich combat experience.If he wanted to fight them, Petra knew that his strength was still a little bit reluctant.You can't fight, you have to rely on surprise.

She looked at Vostagg and nodded friendly, a little shy in her smile.

Vostagg was stunned for a moment, and quickly returned the salute, then glared at Sol, and asked, "Are you serious?"

"I've said it before, don't underestimate the enemy." Sol spread his hands and grinned.

He knew that his little neighbor on earth was not valued very much in school, but she was not a low self-esteem and cowardly person in essence.Smart, sincere, with a good sense of justice - perhaps too naive, this may also be an advantage.

He sighed again: "The young people of today are very powerful."

what?

Everyone was thinking about what he meant, Petra smiled at Sol, raised her hand, and threw Gungnir up into the sky, and a white spider web shot out, wrapping it and hanging it on the dome above her head .

"My God——" Fandral exclaimed subconsciously, seeing the scepter falling in the net and hanging down, before the swaying stopped, the light blue figure on the spot flew out with strides, and only the skirt could be seen with naked eyes. The pendulum floated by, she stepped on the steps and jumped up, turned over from above the crowd, and landed on the stone ground in the center.

She didn't stop, jumped up again by inertia, turned sideways to accumulate power, then flew out and kicked on the breastplate of the Asgard warrior.

boom!

oh oh oh-

Fandral's ears were immediately filled with exclamations from the girls beside him.He was still judging the girl's strength—the speed and strength of this skill were indeed somewhat astonishing, completely different from the deceptive appearance.

A few seconds ago, he thought that Sol fell in love with a delicate earth girl who needed to be protected again. A few seconds later, he watched helplessly as the body of his good friend who had fought for many years flew out and landed on the goal post outside.

boom!

His huge body fell to the ground, hitting a lot of ash on the dome.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of boos.

The previously defeated fighters gave a standing ovation and cheered.

Vostagg wiped off the ashes on his face, turned over and stood up, convinced: "Amazing!"

Although it was because he underestimated the enemy, a Zhongyuan man has the power to overthrow him-this is definitely admirable.And Asgard's consistent principle is to take pride in fighting with force.

Petra was stunned, but before she could react, she was surrounded by the crowd that rushed up.

"Warrior!" The aristocratic women in fancy clothes smiled and cared a lot: "Little friend, where are you from? What's your name?"

"Do you want some fruit?"

"Come on, drink!"

……

Petra struggled to get out of the crowd, tugged at her crumpled skirt, and smiled awkwardly at Saul: "Uh, I'm not causing trouble, am I?"

"No, you did a good job." Saul said without hesitation, "Natasha also fought in high heels. I have always admired you."

"..."

The stunned people gradually came back to their senses, and their eyes became a little more appreciative and respectful.

Fandral stepped forward, patted Sol's shoulder vigorously, and held his hand in relief - completely forgetting that a few minutes ago, they still had a look of "I don't agree with this marriage" .He took a deep breath: "Sol, I support you!"

"...Huh?" Support what?

Sol was about to ask, but was surrounded by friends.

"It's a pity that your mother is gone." Sif rubbed her eyes sadly and said, "If she is still here, she can preside over the ceremony for you—"

"Huh?" What ceremony?

Petra's eyes widened.

"Ahaha, yes." Saul also said with a smirk, "I originally wanted to take Petty to see my mother, but... there is no one else in Asgard now, so I can only fight with you guys first." Say hello."

Something is wrong.

Petra tugged Sol's sleeve silently, and couldn't help but want to say something, when she heard Vorstagg walking in front of them.

"Nice to meet you, dear girl!" The tall Asgard warrior held out his hand to Petra, "My name is Vostagg."

She stretched out her hand, and was held and shaken by him a few times, almost dislocating her wrist.

"Will you stay with Sol?" Fandral also asked, with a smile on his face, and strongly recommended, "Asgard is a very beautiful place, you will definitely like it."

Petra was at a loss: "What..."

She turned sharply to Thor.

"Hey, wait, friends." Sol finally understood and stopped everyone, "Don't get me wrong, it's not what you imagined. Patty is the friend I brought back, and I promised her to show her around Asgard— —That’s all, we’ll leave after a few days!”

Sif and the others nodded, showing expressions of "Well, although you said so, we actually don't believe it at all".

"Oh, the atrium is nice, too," Fandral said.

"There is another problem..." Sif pondered, "Your father's side may be a little tricky to deal with."

They looked at Thor worriedly.

Sol just smiled easily: "Don't worry, he won't object. At least... not now."

"What do you mean?" Hogan didn't understand.

Thor didn't answer him, turned and took Petra's hand.

Um?She looked up at him questioningly.

"Let's go." Sol said, "It's getting late, let's rest first. I'll take you to meet someone tomorrow."

The banquet was not over yet, and Petra followed Sol away from the center of the hustle and bustle, and could vaguely hear the sound of clinking cups, talking and laughing, and fireworks blooming in the sky.

"Hey, don't listen to their nonsense." Sol scratched his hair and said a little embarrassedly, "Asgard is different from many customs on Earth, and I have never brought other friends here before..."

"Then why me?" Petra asked.

"Because—" Solton paused, his steps slowed down, his blue eyes were illuminated by the torch on the wall, "you are still young."

"...Huh?" She blinked, a little dazed.

"When I first met you, you didn't change much from what you are now...but there are still differences." Saul recalled, "At that time, you didn't have many friends. Even after passing away, I haven’t acquired this ability yet.”

"Actually, I later—"

"Well, you didn't tell me. I didn't find out either." Thor confessed, smiling self-deprecatingly, "If it weren't for Heimdall's eyes, I might have been kept secret until now...but that's not the point. The point is, I know what you like and what you want."

Petra was taken aback.

Saul looked at her seriously: "Your eyes tell me what kind of person you want to be, and you aspire to be strong—but not to revenge those who bullied you, but to help others, Be a real hero."

"It's not as good as what you said..." She blushed a little, and couldn't help but say, "Sometimes I don't know what I want to do, what I can do—"

"I know, Tony took your shirt away. That's just how he is, he's too nervous." Thor smiled. "Asgard welcomes warriors. No matter which country or race they come from, they can become true warriors here. It's a pity that mortal heroes can only step into the Hall of Valor after being sacrificed...but anyway, here People here are very clear about their responsibilities and missions as fighters, and they will fight to the last moment. Not only to appreciate the scenery of Asgard, Petty, I think, maybe... It can also help you establish your own beliefs .”

Petra nodded blankly, and suddenly felt her eyes a little sore: "Thank you, Saul."

"You are still young, and the future that belongs to you is infinite." Saul said, "No matter what your choice is, I will support you, as a friend—maybe you will become an Avenger?"

He stopped at the door of the room, and before turning to leave, he patted her on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging look.

Petra watched Sol's back disappear at the end of the corridor, and then pushed the door open.She walked quickly to the window, took a deep breath against the evening wind, and calmed herself down.

"Really just friends?" A voice came from the shadow of the curtain.

She screamed, stepped back again and again, and then saw the old man a few steps away by the moonlight.

At this time, Odin completely lost the majesty and aura of the past, and he looked like an ordinary person that can be seen everywhere on the earth, and he seemed much more cordial.Holding a handful of grapes in his hand, he stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and looked at her with great interest.

"Where is my scepter?"

"At... Saul, he took it."

"Okay." Odin shrugged, "I knew it."

Petra maintained a vigilant posture and stared at him: "Why are you here... Is the father of the gods actually a pervert who can peek at the girls' dormitory?!"

"Pay attention to quality." Odin yelled softly, proudly said, "This is my palace, I can go wherever I want."

Petra still looked at him suspiciously.

It seems that I can't put it on anymore.

Odin coughed a few times: "Anyway, I just came here to tell you a few words."

"……what?"

"Asgard is not as elegant as the Atrium." He said sternly, looking up and down at Petra's attire, as if a little disgusted, "What are you wearing? They have no taste at all."

"You actually said that Mr. Stark has no taste..." Petra murmured.

Is it that person?Odin paused: "That's on Earth! Asgard has its own rules, do you understand, brat?"

After all, he pointed to the chair in front of the closet.

The things brought by the maids during the day were gone, replaced by a strange light-colored long skirt, with light golden dark lines slowly flowing under the moonlight.

Petra had to admit, it was pretty.

"How?" Odin asked.It looks like he probably picked it.

"It looks like ancient Greek clothing..." Petra said hesitantly, "Is retro style popular in your Asgard?"