[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Ned and Harry came after dinner, and the model cost a few thousand dollars, and it took them a while to solve it.

At first, they just chatted casually, and Ned curiously asked Ron about the life of wizards, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.But gradually, he became a little restless, turned his head and asked Petra in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong with you here?"

Petra had just picked up a fragment and was wondering which part it was. Hearing this, she looked up at the ceiling.

The roar resounded through the building from time to time, accompanied by extremely suspicious wall vibrations, Ned's worries were not without reason.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." She pretended to be calm and put down the villain in her hand, and replied, "They are fighting with a soul fragment."

"...don't understand you Avengers very well," Ned said blankly.

"Leave them alone," said Harry, "we'll just play with ours."

The young Osborn couldn't help asking: "That's it? What about you?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"Of course I can't sit still." She said, "I will find a way to go back to Hogwarts."

"You're crazy." Ron was taken aback, and when he raised his arm, he moved a little more violently, almost knocking down the part he just put together, "Going back to Hogwarts now, isn't it waiting to be caught by Snape and given to the mysterious people?"

"So I said, I will think of a way... Isn't it because you are here?"

Hermione nodded: "I'm also thinking about this idea. After all, we can't wait until we destroy the locket before looking for the next Horcrux. It's a waste of time. How many innocent people are there in the country during the days we are fleeing? People dying at the hands of Death Eaters?  … We've got to be proactive."

When Ned heard them talking about this, he was also a little ready to move. Seeing that Petra didn't seem to respond, he silently picked up the villain and poked his elbow secretly: "Hey."

"what?"

"I want to go too," Ned said enviously and longingly.

"Uh..." Petra hesitated.

"Why?" Harry was also surprised, "Aren't you the most active when you need help?"

"Of course I want to go!"

What child didn't have a magical dream as a child?With this opportunity now, who would want to miss it?Even though it is clear that there are many dangers... but for her who has vowed to become a superhero, of course, this will not be a hindrance.

"I see." Harry nodded profoundly, "Your guardian won't give it."

"You can keep it from your aunt, as usual—" Ned suggested vigorously.

"But Mr. Stark..." Petra sighed deeply, folded her arms around her chest, and after thinking for a long time decided to express it more tactfully, "He said he would not reimburse me for the expenses to go to England."

"I don't suggest you go either," Harry said.

Ron was taken aback and looked at his friend.

Is this a bit indifferent?If it's a refusal to the Weasley family or other friends, it's understandable, because those people don't know the existence of Horcruxes and Dumbledore's mission to Harry, and Ron himself is unwilling to drag more people into danger .

However, people like superheroes are different. They have great power, and they have a sense of responsibility and mission without hesitation. They are by no means the type that drags their feet.

"Because of that prophecy?" Petra asked.

Two mortal enemies appointed by the prophecy.Only one of the two parties can survive - just this one sentence, pushing Harry into a desperate situation with no way out.And Voldemort himself seemed to be quite afraid of this prophecy, so much so that he lost his soul in order to kill a child who was just over one year old...

"Because I'm lucky," said Harry.

"..."

"So far, in our several direct or indirect confrontations, I have survived. Is it because of the prophecy, or because of the help of others who are willing to protect me and sacrifice for me? I don't know." Harley said slowly, "But anyway, Voldemort insisted on killing me with his own hands, so I don't have to worry about those vicious Death Eaters, but they are likely to hurt people around me...even, my pets."

Having said that, she raised her head, looked at the people around her, and shrugged: "So, those who want to act with me must have good luck. Petty, what do you think?"

Petra was dumbfounded.

The "Parker luck" that has shrouded her life for more than ten years is absolutely terrible.You may forget to bring homework you have done, want to buy lunch but always have a few dollars less, and you will be hit by a bicycle when you walk on the road.Even if you rarely go for a ride in a luxury car, you will be bitten by a spider that falls from the roadside...

Perhaps, after becoming "Spider-Man", because she met more and more powerful characters, she was also tainted with some good luck, but with the appearance of the spider sense, Petra realized: her powerful ability also It didn't bring her better luck, but a series of "accidents".

Whether it's ordinary criminals or villains with superpowers, they are still within the scope of being able to solve them. Even if she can't do it alone, there are still many experienced seniors who can turn to for help.

but--

"I think so." Harley, who was also troubled by the foreseeable future, said with deep sympathy, "You should focus on how to solve the problem of Thanos."

"Let's think about the good." Ron suddenly became optimistic. "Even if it doesn't work out, the end of the earth is here, and the Death Eaters won't be able to escape! Everyone dies together..."

"Ronald, can you not have the crow's mouth?" Hermione stretched out her hand and punched him with a cold face.

The threat of Thanos does weigh heavily on the heart, but in the days before he showed up, life went on as usual.

Harry saw that Petra was in a bad mood, so he appeared in front of the school gate one day after school, and greeted her amidst the surprised attention of the students: "Get in the car, Petty!"

The students who used to be in the same junior high school seemed to recognize that this luxury car belonged to Osborn, and they knew a little about the relationship between the two, but it was still inevitable that whispers were passing through the crowd, which was a headache.

Petra hurried into the back seat, closed the car door to block the outside gaze, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"We used to go to the movies after school on Fridays, right?" said Harry.The T-shirt and jeans he is wearing today look quite cheap and low-key, and he usually treats people very kindly, without the sense of arrogance and aristocrat. If he hadn't appeared with Rolls-Royce, he might not have attracted so many eyeballs.

"Leave them alone," he said nonchalantly, seeing that Petra was still looking out the window, "they're just envious of you. If you dare to talk nonsense, you tell me, and I'll beat 'em up!—Oh, of course, now Maybe you don't need my help?"

Of course, Harry was just joking, he knew that Petra would not use her superpowers to counter violence with violence.He just wanted to remind her: you are so good, you don't need to care about other people's eyes at all.They can't get in your way.

"I know." Petra smiled at him.She is not that fragile, I am afraid that she will not be afraid, but she will be a little troubled occasionally. "Well, if I too—"

If only I were a rich woman!

— After all, what girl wouldn’t think like that?

In front of a genuine rich second generation, Petra didn't have the nerve to say this, and stopped halfway through, leaving a suspense that everyone knew well.

Harry was also a little distressed, and didn't know how to encourage her. After thinking about it, he said: "Don't worry, you will definitely make a lot of money in the future! - Unlike me, my money is only given to me by my father, and I rely on myself To what extent it can be achieved is still unknown.”

"..."

No, no no.That wouldn't be the case if you knew Iron Man was seriously considering the will issue.

Petra regained her composure and pressed her chest against her heartbeat.

"Just kidding," she said quickly, "I don't need that much money."

"That's right." Harry nodded seriously.

When they arrived at their destination, the two got out of the car. Harry asked the driver to drive the car away. Like in the past, they wandered around the nearby commercial center and then entered the movie city.

"What movies are coming out recently?" Harry muttered, ready to queue up to buy tickets.

"No ghost movies." Petra solemnly asked.

Harry himself was not very courageous, remembering that the two of them were watching a thriller at home and yelled in fright, and Norman was so shocked that he rushed in with a machine gun, thinking that a burglary had occurred... The past was unbearable, so he readily agreed. :"certainly."

Petra consciously went to the other counter to buy popcorn and drinks-although Harry would always be a gentleman and say "I'll come" and rush to pay, but that's in the past!Now that he has the "internship salary" of the Avengers, he also has enough pocket money.she thought with relief.

There were very few people here. She held a medium cup of popcorn in one hand, and held the drink around her chest with the other. She walked staggeringly, looking a bit reluctant.

Petra knew that she had the power of a spider, and it would not take much effort to hold this thing. Even if the pile of popcorn was crumbling, she was actually quite sure that she would not let them fall.But in the eyes of others, these technical forces will not be noticed.

"Do you need help?" The tall, strong girl next to her asked proactively.

"No, thanks—" Petra hadn't finished speaking before her voice was swallowed by a huge explosion.

Amidst the commotion and screams of the crowd, a masked man with a gun rushed in carrying a child.

"Get out of here!" The man shouted loudly, trying to evacuate to the escape route.The people standing in front of them dispersed hastily, and quickly made way for them.

What did I say?Parker luck.

Petra sighed.

In front of the rapidly emptying cinema, she seemed to be quite a conspicuous presence.But her attention was more focused on the little boy who was kidnapped.

Since they all appeared in front of my eyes, then you don't have to be polite.

Petra watched the man with the gun staggering towards him, then dodged to the side in a panic.She is very good at showing clumsiness-because it was a completely real reaction half a year ago, and it is even more handy to learn now.

Then, seeing the opportunity, he threw out the cup of popcorn and sprinkled it on the man.

While he wasn't paying attention...

"Oops." Petra yelled, leaning back, and the popcorn naturally smeared on the face of the oncoming robber.

At this time, she should have pretended to stagger back, stand firm, and then take the opportunity to save the child... But, unexpectedly, before her body automatically regained her balance, she was already supported by a strong arm.

Petra looked up and found herself in the arms of a teenager, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" He firmly supported her, returned the half-empty popcorn to her, and said politely, "Be careful."

His tone of voice was a bit weird, not like a local, but listening carefully, it was not a foreign accent.

Petra froze for a moment, then looked back.

The criminal had already been pinned to the ground by the girl she had just seen, her movements were quite favorable, and even Petra only saw an afterimage during the snap shot.As for the rescued boy, he was also taken care of by the theater staff who arrived.

Harry saw Petra talking to the blond boy as he hurried through the crowd.She looked dazed, not the same as usual.

He immediately became alert, took a step forward and pulled Petra behind him, turned his head and asked, "Who are you?"