[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"I want to go to England to play."

Gwen had just taken the coffee cup from the waiter, and when she sat down, she heard Petra's words, she paused, and then placed the cocoa latte she ordered on the opposite side.This sentence was not surprising to him, it was just a little unexpected, he raised his eyebrows, and then calmed down.

"Because of your friend?"

Seeing Petra's hesitation, Gwen stirred the coffee, and asked slowly and tentatively, "Is it dangerous?"

"Yeah." She sighed, "but I don't want to watch my friend run off to try it out, but I don't do anything."

Gwen felt the same way, she didn't say a word, watching her lower her head and poke the little cake with a fork in confusion.

"Actually, there is something I want to tell you." Gwen said after deliberation, and her eyes, which were always full of gentleness, became more serious. "Recently, I am considering applying for a scholarship at Oxford University."

……Oxford university?

Petra's hand holding the fork paused for a moment, then slowly scraped off a small piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, and after swallowing, she asked, "But, haven't you been admitted to the best in New York—"

Gwen hummed lightly: "I didn't expect to receive this invitation either."

He smiled like he was in trouble, but Petra understood immediately that it wasn't that he didn't want to go.

It’s not that the local universities are not as good as the top 2 in the UK, there must be something that attracts Gwen, for example, he wants to specialize in biology, and Oxford can provide a very good software and hardware environment.But after all, in a foreign country, not everyone is happy to make preparations for going to the English Channel.

Petra thinks that Gwen will not be hindered by external objective factors. The reason why he is still thinking about it is probably because...

It's too far away from her.

The so-called globalization, the means of transportation and communication in modern society have greatly weakened the sense of distance in time and space, but it cannot be eliminated.In any case, exotic love is impossible.

Petra's heart skipped a beat, and there was a rush of heat in her chest.She hardly dared to look up at him, but she seemed to know what he wanted to say next.

"What do you think?"

Listening to Gwen's voice, it seems to be full of expectations... looking forward to her opinion?

She was a little stuck, not wanting to answer the question at all, but at the same time realizing sadly that this might be the best choice for both of them.She was troubled by her identity as a superhero, and she couldn't confirm the real relationship with Gwen... So, is it good for him to continue to drag on like this?

"Very good." Petra calmed down and replied, "For you."

"That's right." Gwen said, looking a little disappointed, but soon, he smiled again, "I see."

There was a few seconds of silence at the table, and Petra took the lead in trying to break the atmosphere, clearing her throat: "Is the application condition difficult?"

"The results are all up to standard." Gwen nodded, "There will be a written test in a few days, and there are not many candidates. Two or three people will be screened out, and then interviews will be held."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment: "I think my hope is still great. There is probably only one strong competitor, a 14-year-old math genius, but I heard that his parents have a special job, and it may not be possible to get a visa." so easy……"

Petra listened quietly.After making a decision, Gwen's thinking has been very smooth - there is no doubt that he has already done all kinds of work and made full preparations for his two paths.

"—To be honest, I'm still a little bit reluctant." In the end, Gwen still sighed.

He didn't say something romantic, such as I'm waiting for you in London.Maybe it's because their relationship hasn't reached that point yet, or maybe he doesn't expect Petra to accommodate him to make changes, or even give up his original ideals.

Then, he smiled slightly: "Wait September, you will be in the second grade, right? Have you decided which university to take? My experience is that you have to prepare for yourself earlier."

Unless there is no goal, go to school and dawdle, but this is obviously not the status quo of Petra.

She is busy, and what worries her is not what she can do or what she wants to do—if she is not mistaken, Tony has hinted several times to let her consider MIT—but how to choose among a lot of choices Determine what you should do best.

Ashamed to say, if their physics teacher knew that the top student she favored completely lost her mind during class and went to the space carrier in Washington, she would be surprised.But the fact is that Petra didn't think about her future study path at all, just relying on her heart.

All she could think about was "fighting".

Correspondingly, every friend, family member or elder around her, there is no one who does not persuade her to study hard and make progress every day.

Petra looked up and looked at Gwen.

"Huh?" He was still waiting for her response.

"If I say—"

"Oh, I see." Gwen kindly interrupted her.

"But I know I can't," Petra said despondently.

"That's right." Gwen replied affirmatively.

"How is it? Can you still keep up?" Ned folded a page of the exercise book in half, and asked in a low voice while the laboratory assistant was instructing another group to operate, his voice was full of narrowness.

Petra calmly picked up the flask with one hand, adjusted the heat with the other, and only glanced at him.

"I mean it, man," Ned murmured. "It's been hard seeing you at school for days on end."

"Do you know what happened to the last person who persuaded me to study?" Petra said.

"what?"

"we broke up."

Ned turned pale with shock: "It's too cruel!"

He stirred the solution wholeheartedly with a glass rod, and continued to gossip: "I thought you were only a little bit short of time to get in touch..."

"Run-in what?" Petra was puzzled.

"Get him to your rhythm. Or maybe he'll find some way to transform," Ned said seriously. "Well, I guess I'm overthinking it. So who of you suggested it?"

"He's going to study in England," Petra replied.

"..." After a strange silence for a while, Ned sighed sadly, "It seems that you can only choose the nearest one."

"Who?" Michelle in the front row suddenly turned her head and glanced at the two with sharp and meaningful eyes.

"Here, look over there." Ned pointed, excitedly but carefully suppressing his voice, "Isn't this the type that Patty likes?"

The two followed his gaze.That's the new trio of transfer students.

Aiwa was holding a notebook, listening to the assistant's explanation, and taking notes seriously, while the other two were fiddling with chemical instruments, frantically, it seemed that they hadn't adapted enough to being a middle school student.

Petra knew what Ned meant, turned her head firmly, and continued to operate, saying, "No, I like mature ones."

"Like Captain America?" Michelle guessed.

"Like Thor?" Ned followed closely behind.

"..."

Ned looked over again, her face was already red, and she retorted with force and calmness: "It's not that type of liking."

"Boring." Michelle said with a dull face.

Petra was surprised: "You told me before that you should work hard to make money and don't think about falling in love! ——Did you forget?"

"Did I say that?" Michelle asked back, "I mean, you have to grasp both money and love, both..."

"Sorry," a gentle male voice sounded behind them, Michelle immediately stopped talking, stepped back and looked at the person who came, "Can I help you?"

Danny stood by their lab table in distress, looking at Petra questioningly.

"Of course." She quickly wiped her hands with a rag, took a roll of textbooks and pens, and picked them up, "I've got it done here, let's go."

Ned watched her walk across the room.

"What's your expression?" Michelle raised her eyebrows.

"Is it too late for me to dye my hair now?" asked Ned.

"..."

Michelle said softly: "You can go to Mr. Tony for a hairstyle."

"Which Tony?" Ned's expression gradually became frightened, and he firmly refused, "No, no, it's not right."

After school, the "teacher Tony" they knew had a whim. After busy asking about the upgrade of the armor, he pulled out and planned to ask about the current situation of his beloved student's school.

I have to say that it is really gratifying to watch Petra studying in school peacefully...

"Oh, Mr. Stark, I was just about to tell you, I won't be training this weekend, can I ask for leave?"

"Extracurricular activities?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

Petra nodded: "Aiwa and the others have just arrived, and some of them are not used to the high school curriculum. I plan to give them tutoring - members of a team should help each other, right?"

so nice?

Tony agreed almost without thinking, "Of course, I'll talk to Steve—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

His smiling expression froze on his face, and the words he blurted out subconsciously made him almost forget that the two of them were still having a cold war... quite naive, living under the same roof, eating and drinking together but treating each other as different The kind of cold war that exists at the level of junior high school girls.

Petra turned her head the other way, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

"Cough." Tony also acted cheekily as if nothing happened, and continued, "If you have any questions you don't understand, you can come to me."

"Is it possible?" Petra was overjoyed, "To be honest, I always feel that the literature appreciation class is a bit difficult..."

"I mean science." Tony cut her off quickly and relentlessly.

"……Oh."

She was a little melancholy, and at this moment she wished that there was a Loki by her side.

Just as they were talking, Steve and others also walked into the restaurant.Greeting hello, chatting chat, several people left the two people at the center of the Cold War with a tacit understanding, and happily watched the fun beside them.

"It's been four days." Mr. Falcon whispered excitedly, "How many days do you think they can last?"

Colonel Rhodes looked at the two people who were silently spreading jam on their bread, hesitating: "I can't tell... But if you go and release the Winter Soldier now, I can guarantee that it will be over now. "

"There is another way." Sam snapped his fingers, turned his head suddenly, and raised his voice, "Hey, little spider, when will you bring your little boyfriend back so everyone can get to know him?"

With a bang, the jam jar fell to the ground and shattered.

With a snap, the bread fell to the ground.

"What? When did it happen?" Tony was shocked and slapped the table.

"Calm down, Stark!" Steve stood up almost instinctively, trying to hold his shoulders, and said earnestly, "I've said it many times, parents shouldn't be too authoritarian..."

Both of them came back to their senses in an instant, and became silent in an instant.

Petra looked at the two people watching in shock, not knowing whether to put down the half-eaten sandwich or continue to eat it.

what.

Where is the best place to start complaining?

Sam solved her momentary embarrassment, and grinned triumphantly at Rhodes: "What did I say?"

"..."

Rhodes silently took out a five-dollar bill and patted it on his hand.