[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Peter's words made the scene fall into silence.

Bruce was surprised at first, and then showed a funny expression.

With his arms folded, his brows and eyes curved, he said in a brisk tone: "Tony, where did you find this kid? He's so interesting!"

Peter's voice is recognizable as a teenager, so Tony isn't surprised Bruce finds out, it's just that the scene is so awkward right now.

The point is that he has no reason to refute, regarding the relationship between Bruce and Batman.

"Okay, kid," he scowled, "Why are you here? Have you finished your homework?"

Operation?So he was indeed a teenager, and probably not yet in college.

Bruce frowned slightly, staring at the Spider-Man who fell out of the window in a daze. After Jason's incident, he never made any plans to find Robin. Dick has grown up and can be alone in Bludhaven. Even taking over Batman's class when necessary.

But the child in front of me was different.

Judging from the relevant information about Spider-Man that I have collected, he is even younger than Jason who just became Robin. He has not been trained and his mind is immature.

No wonder Tony hid him so well.

"Mr. Stark, actually that, I mean..."

Seeing Mr. Steck's disapproving eyes, Peter, who originally wanted to explain, stuttered, and even his voice was a little cautious.

Out of the corner of the eye, Tony noticed Tony's angry and helpless stinky face, and Bruce knew it was time to go out on his own.

"Don't be so serious." He stepped forward with a smile, and casually hugged Tony's shoulders, and received a small gasp from Spider-Man, "Tony, I really like our good neighbor in New York How about just letting him join the next party? Anyway, it’s not a fight, and a few low-alcohol beers won’t kill Spider-Man.”

Tony really wanted to say that it wasn't that he didn't want Peter to come. On the one hand, it was indeed to protect Peter. On the other hand, Spider-Man was also his trump card. Unless necessary, he didn't want Natasha and the others to know.

It's not that he doesn't trust Natasha, but that she is too close to Hawkeye and S.H.I.E.L.D. Like Batman said, he doesn't trust S.H.I.E.L.D.Hydra's power there has taken root, and unless they die together, who knows when the information will leak.

"...Okay," but finally, he relented, "but Peter, you have to change your clothes first, and I will tell them that you are Pepper's distant nephew, a fanatic admirer of Captain America-anyway You were too. Got it?"

Through the mask, you can hear the little spider's joyful voice: "Good Mr. Stark!"

After Spider-Man left, Bruce turned around and asked with great interest, "Peter?"

"I believe you," Tony said, "but in exchange for who Batman really is..."

"Don't even think about it," Bruce said firmly.

"Okay," Tony muttered, "You two are together, I've seen it for a long time." After a pause, he asked very suspiciously, "Did he not mark you? I always feel that your The pheromones have changed a bit compared to before."

"It's normal. People's pheromones will always undergo some subtle changes as they grow older." Bruce slyly brought this topic over, "Compared to these, I think Natasha and the others must be waiting impatiently. Just hurry up."

Tony sighed: "Although Natasha is indeed very hot, I sincerely suggest that you don't attack her...Forget about Batman first, why would I say these things."

The two returned upstairs. The party had already started. The lights were not turned on in the room, but the countless fireworks blooming outside the floor-to-ceiling windows made the entire top floor brightly lit. Natasha and Hawkeye were discussing the previous task enthusiastically. Dr. Banner was sitting next to him, smiling and raising his glass to Steve who was facing him. Thor, who appeared here at some time, leaned back on the sofa chair carelessly, almost drinking the wine like water.

Seeing how he was drinking, even Tony Stark couldn't help frowning: "God, Thor, my collection of red wine is not for you to use as a Jager pair bottle on a shelf in a convenience store." Blow."

Thor grinned nonchalantly: "Don't worry about it, my friend, come, sit down and drink together!"

"That's because you drank my wine..." While Tony was still defending, Bruce had already unbuttoned his suit and sat down next to Thor. "Have a drink?"

Thor watched Bruce gulp down his drink boldly, and became excited: "Okay! You are much happier than that guy Tony!"

After finishing speaking, not to be outdone, he also drank the wine in the glass to the bottom.

Natasha's attention was attracted by the wine here. She took a deep breath of the coffee-flavored pheromone in the air that became more mellow with Bruce's drunkenness, and couldn't help taking a sip of the wine: "If he paired it with A sword, it's like a replica of Hamlet."

Hawkeye half-closed his eyes, resting his chin, looking at the black-haired Omega not far away who took off his suit jacket because he was too hot, and only wore a white shirt. He had to agree with Natasha's opinion.

Even when Bruce Wayne was smiling, there was a touch of lingering melancholy in his expression. The soft and curly black hair was folded and curled in front of his full white forehead, and his slender eyelashes trembled. Come by like an avenging prince straight out of a Shakespeare play.

For those Alphas and even Betas who are very protective, this is a one-hit kill.

But Hawkeye still couldn't like him.

It's not because of Natasha's attitude, but because of a secret agent's intuition.

And look at the way Thor hit it off with Wayne!Just about to take him back to Asgard!

"Let's play a game," Natasha suggested suddenly.

The beautiful red-haired woman lightly brushed her long hair, and showed a meaningful smile at everyone: "Choose one honestly and bravely?"

Peter came in just in time to hear her say this.

He couldn't wait to raise his hand: "I want to participate!"

"He's Pepper's distant nephew, Peter," Tony introduced them calmly, "Steve's super admirer."

"Uh, yes, I've always admired Captain America." Peter nodded emphatically.

Steve smiled friendly and waved to him: "Hello young man, do you want me to sign it for you?"

Peter was so excited: "Of course!"

"Okay, let's get started," Tony continued to watch the excitement and added a little more anger, "Well, let's be tough, first think about the punishment and the problem, and then get out of the box." Draw a note, and the same person can't choose 'brave' twice in a row, how about it?"

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Steve did not object to Tony's suggestion.

Faced with everyone's unbelievable gazes, the last conscience of Avengers spread his hands: "We played harder than this in the army."

After a circle, everyone looked at Bruce, who was the only one who didn't make a sound.

The black-haired Omega raised his glass in a fuss, squinted his eyes and smiled, "What are you looking at me for? Of course I agree, but I'm sorry, my life is boring and boring, but I don't have any big secrets to hide."

"That's good." Tony didn't know what to think of, and a smirk suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Actually, I also invited a special guest this time. Calculate the time, it should be here soon."

"Who else?"

Several people looked at each other.

A familiar sonic boom came from the night sky.

Bruce suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

And when he turned his head to look, as expected, a certain red cloak who was supposed to work hard to save the kittens on the tree in the metropolis was floating outside the French window, and the little curls fluttering in the wind were so damn familiar.

Kal-El, he gritted his teeth secretly, the fingers holding the wine glass turned slightly white from the force.

Why are you here!

"Superman!" Peter looked like he was about to faint with happiness.

"Superman." Tony also raised his voice.

He welcomed Clark in with a kind of enthusiasm with a hint of smug expression. God damn it, he finally did something with that old bat on his back. Although it is impossible to dig Superman into the Avengers, he thought regretfully.

"Welcome! Sure enough, you are here."

"Uh...Actually, I just came to take a look," the chairman of Zhenglian said softly, but his body tensed up quietly when he swept to Bruce not far away, "After all, we belong to different organizations. If Batman knows that I If he communicates with you in private, he will definitely be angry."

Bruce with the perfect smile: You better know.

"It's just a private party that has nothing to do with business. You see, even Bruce and Pepper's distant nephews are here." Thinking, "Even if Batman is unreasonable, he can't control your spare time, right? Just in time, we are going to play a game of honesty and bravery. Let's sit down and have a drink or two. As long as there is something to do, you can leave at any time."

Superman wanted to say no.

But he took a wary look at Bruce, who was staring at him with a curious yet intense gaze.Although Clark was used to this kind of scrutiny, when the object was changed to Bruce, he felt a bit of sourness from the bottom of his heart.

When he was Clark, he had never seen himself that way, even during the tagging process.

Could it be that only Superman...

"Okay." Before his mind came back, his brain had already given a reply.

Bruce, who was trying to tell Superman to go away with his eyes: "..."

It's over, he thought.

If Stark doesn't take this opportunity to reveal Superman's old background, he is not Iron Man!

The only thing to be thankful for now is that I am here, at least I can help.

"Don't waste time, hurry up." The black-haired Omega laughed.

Clark was puzzled to find that Bruce's eyes were inexplicably stained with murderous intent. He floated in from the window, his red boots stepped on the soft high-end carpet, and he recalled that bloody night in Wayne's mansion.

He tightened his throat, raised his cloak, pretended to be nonchalant, and sat cross-legged next to Bruce.

Then he saw a hand touching his thigh.

The other party even scraped gently with his fingernails.

Clark:! ! ! ! !

Seeing Superman's nonchalant appearance and instantly red earlobes, Tony Stark opened his eyes slightly, and then coughed heavily in pain.

Bruce withdrew his hand calmly, and pouted at him dissatisfied: "Why? I'm just curious."

He said, and quietly put the nano-eavesdropping robot that Tony put on Superman into his pocket.

Tony didn't notice it, he put the punishment notes written by everyone into the box with a dark face, and then started ——

The pointer pointed to himself.

Bruce was the first to laugh loudly and unkindly, and the others also laughed gloatingly: "Tony, I would like to admit defeat!"

"Okay, okay," he held up his hands in surrender, "I choose honesty."

He took out a note from the box and glanced at it, his expression didn't change much.

"What are you writing?" Natasha urged.

"This should be written by Peter," Tony calmly put down the note, which said he wanted to know the password to clear the Avengers Building. "It's very simple, it's okay to tell you. The password is 'F**kBatman'."

Superman who was drinking a drink spit it out in one gulp.

"My God," said Peter, who was so startled that he nearly jumped to the ceiling, but fortunately managed to control his instincts at last, "do you need paper?"

"Thank...thank you," Clark coughed for a long time, took the paper and wiped his mouth.

Looking at his embarrassed look, Tony laughed and said, "It's just a joke, don't you mind?"

"It's okay," Clark said with a smile, "I have a very good relationship with B, but to tell you the truth, sometimes even after I finished talking with him, I was so angry that I wanted to wring his head off."

Tony nodded in agreement: "I feel deeply. Bruce, you should feel the same way, right?"

Bruce smiled brightly: "Of course."

Clark didn't know why he shuddered suddenly.

"By the way, the password for the Batcave is Ironmansucks."

Although it wasn't actually, Bruce decided to get rid of it when he went back, and he did it every day, feeling refreshed.

After all, Batman never admits defeat.

Tony's face turned green.

Poor Clark coughed worse.

The Fulian Building became a sea of ​​joy for a while, Natasha laughed the loudest, Hawkeye seemed to be choking to death on a donut, Steve shrugged his shoulders, Peter and Banner were more reserved , but they were all covering their mouths and snickering.

As for Bruce...

He's super calm.

The black-haired Omega pushed it lightly, and under the breathless gaze of everyone, the pointer stopped in front of Superman.

"...I choose to be brave."

"Well," Tony's expression finally returned to normal after watching Superman helplessly stretch out his hand into the box and promised not to use perspective, "It seems that there will be a good show to watch."

"The punishment is..."

Superman looked down at the note in his hand, momentarily at a loss for words.

After a long time, he raised his head and said slowly: "I choose the person next to me, first suck a card with his mouth, and then ask the other person to suck the card away in the same way."

There was a sound of gasping for air.

Natasha raised her hand with a smile: "I wrote this."

There are two people sitting next to Clark, Bruce, and——

Noticing Superman's gaze, Peter straightened his back nervously.

...and a minor.

Clark thought desperately.

Oh my goodness.