[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

With his flickering like this, he just happened to be able to deceive the two people on the opposite side.

After seeing through his intentions, Tony couldn't help but start to think about what Salas meant by saying this-obviously, he might not be able to easily use the skill once again next time.

That skill is very troublesome, especially troublesome because if Tony and Steve want to lure that skill, they must use enough deadly moves, and the previous one was not enough, and Salas's behavior just now was to show him that it was impossible.

But the tricks that are deadly enough threaten the friends around them.

What's more, who knows whether Salas is telling the truth or lying?

What if he had more than one?

He didn't think that Salas was deceiving him. Salas's eyes looked too confident and serious, and there was no deceit at all. Even Steve didn't see it.

Salas is very clear that he has successfully deceived the two people in front of him, but he is also very clear that this will not play a decisive role in how he can successfully escape from the current danger. In the end, what will allow him to escape is whether he can catch the next person. a chance.

He slowly closed his eyes, as long as someone can help him, just give him a chance, just give him a chance...

He suddenly heard the sound of the wind, the sound of a person passing through the sky.

Subconsciously looking up, he saw a boy in a black jumpsuit rushing towards him through the crowd.

The teenager was wearing a mask, and the black hoodie made him look a little funny.

But Salas couldn't laugh.

He heard the wind.

He heard the slight friction sound when the wind passed by the body.

He heard the vibrating sound of the wind in his ears,

He heard the ripples of the wind passing through his heart.

He heard the wind.

The young man who came on the sound of the wind threw out a rope, and Salas stretched out his hand.

His palm touched the hemp rope, and the unworn part of the rope sharpened his body, causing a slight pain.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable, and it could even be said that he felt happy. That kind of happiness penetrated into his body along the palm of his hand, just like the sound of the wind penetrated into his heart along his ears.

"Go." The boy who deliberately lowered his voice sounded a bit like a child pretending to be an adult, so as to avoid being discovered by the people opposite him.

He didn't have to hide him anymore, he was already hidden by him.

Salas was so excited that he didn't even have the mood to hit Tony and Steve back.

He jumped to the boy's side, the boy stretched out his hand and grabbed him without even thinking about it.

He quickly followed behind the young man, such a sudden person was beyond the expectation of Tony and Steve, so before they had time to give any more reactions, Peter dragged Salas away.

The two of them quickly got into the complex building complex, and soon lost track.

Tony chased after two steps, and finally stopped helplessly.

It was rare for Salas, who was being dragged by the boy, to be so obedient and obedient as to be dragged away without any intention of resisting.

They didn't stop until they got rid of the Avengers' pursuit completely.

The young man let out a slight panting sound from his throat. After he calmed down, he was about to say something when his eyes flashed suddenly, and someone took off his mask.

The young man in the black hood blinked and looked at Salas in bewilderment.

"Why don't you go with Tony Stark?" Salas lowered his voice, raised his green eyes, stared persistently at the boy in front of him, and whispered his name softly, "Peter Parker? "

Why not go with Tony Stark?Why did you deliberately pretend to help him?

It wasn't Peter Parker who was abandoned by the world, it was Sarah Wayne.

It was he who needed to hide his identity, not Peter.

"I guess..." Peter paused for a moment and let out a big smile, "You should need me recently, and Tony would probably let me go back if he knew I was with you."

"Aren't you afraid of me, Peter?" Salas said softly, "I'm a lunatic, a lunatic who wants to kill anytime and anywhere."

He had shown his tyrannical side in front of Peter, and he couldn't believe that Peter couldn't see the killing intent in his green eyes.

Peter should fear him, loathe him, abandon him, like everyone else in the world.

"Why... do you always want people to hate you so much?" Peter finally said after hesitating for a long time, "You always try to tell me that I should stay away from you, but you don't want me to stay away from you, do you?" ?”

"I... I don't want to hurt you."

Yes, Salas didn't want to hurt him.

He didn't want to hurt Peter, he didn't want to hurt Bruce, he didn't want to hurt everybody.

But what can he do?In his bones he wanted to hurt.

Inside him lived a beast that roared to tear the world apart.

what can he doHe couldn't control the beast.

He tried, really tried, he went to be the villain, to let the beast vent, he worked hard to guard the bottom line.

He is very proud, he kept the bottom line.

But no, that's not enough, it's not enough for him to be a good person, it's not enough for him to be a clean Batman's kid.

Not enough, he said to Bruce, I am your son too, and I can be a hero too.

Not enough for him to make friends with Peter openly and tell Peter that Sarah Wayne is also an aboveboard hero.

That was only enough for him to get into Arkham, just enough for his father to say to him, "It's time for you to get into Arkham."

He should be in Arkham, but that's not what he said, and it's not what you said.

You shouldn't... you shouldn't just deny all his efforts like this.

He really tried to get better.

But it happened to be him, it happened to be him.

"You're crying," Peter said, staring at Salas.

"I don't want to cry," Salas said.

Peter instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe some of Salas's tears, but Salas grabbed his arm.

"Peter, I'm so tired." Salas leaned forward, his other free hand grabbed Peter's big arm, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and his forehead rested on his shoulder.

Why is his family all heroes?If he was born into a villain family, he would be free to do things with them.

No, even if he was born in an ordinary family, he can be free.

Why is it a Batman?Why is it him?Did God want them to torture each other?So malicious, so sinful, it just happened that a place where filth should least be produced gave birth to a Sarah Wayne.

Salas grabbed Peter's clothes so hard that Peter's arm hurt, but Peter didn't move. Instead, he raised his hand and patted Salas on the head.

He was tired, really tired.

"Be mine, Peter." Salas said suddenly, letting go of Peter.

Peter opened his eyes slightly, with a dazed expression on his face, and for a moment he didn't understand what Salas meant.

"Be mine, hide, I promise you, I will guard myself." Salas said.

He quietly prayed that Peter would grant his request, such an impolite request.

But he really wanted to hide Peter so badly, in a place where only he could see it.

Only Peter knew what he was like and still accepted him.

Since Peter can deceive Tony for him, then...then he can also accept hiding for Salas, right?

Certainly.

"I..." Salas clenched his fists, avoiding Peter, and then he heard Peter say, "I don't understand what you mean."

Salas' heart shook, and sank for a moment.

He looked into Peter's eyes, and it was clear that Peter didn't understand, but he didn't want to.

He doesn't want to.

Salas couldn't hear the wind.

The sound of the wind hitting his heart as if it would never stop stopped.

"Peter Parker." Salas smiled, "Do you want to save the world?"

Peter looked at Salas.

"If you want to save the world, you have to save me first." Salas smiled.

Then he pushed Peter: "You go."

"magician……"

"You'd better go now..." before I actually hide you.

I will not be so kind, whoever I want to hide, I will break his wings, break his legs, and turn him into a puppet controlled only by me.

But I can't do that, I can't do that.

"Go!" Salas suddenly shouted at Peter angrily.

Peter was about to walk towards him, but when he yelled at him, he stopped in an instant.

"Go, Peter, stay away from me." Salas lowered his voice, imploring unconsciously.

Peter was not recoiled by his anger, but persuaded by an entreaty he almost never did.

He lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

He was also very confused, he didn't understand why the magician suddenly said such a sentence, as if——Peter was someone very important to him.

So to Salas's words, his first reaction was not anger, disgust or shame, but a question.

But Salas would not explain it to him, and Peter also felt sad.

He stood for a while before leaving.

After he left, Salas straightened up slightly, straightening his spine.

"Have you seen enough?" He said coldly to the corner.

Orm came out of the corner.

"I never thought that the king of Atlantis would be someone who likes to peep?" Salas said with a sneer.

"I didn't want to peep, I just wanted to tell you that it's time for you to take me to my brother." Aum said, "It's just a coincidence that I came across this scene."

"Yes, look for your brother, I will help you find your brother." Salas said, in a moment of excitement just now, he even forgot that Peter was wearing Aum's timing device, but seeing Aum's inquiring eyes now, Salas guessed that he should not intend to detonate.

So he said: "Look for your brother, I am enough alone."

Aum looked at him and suddenly said, "Are you a couple?"

Salas paused and looked up at Orm.

Aum said calmly: "I heard your conversation, is your confession rejected?"

Salas opened his mouth to say no.

He had just been asking in a very literal sense, just wanting Peter to stay by his side.

become his.

Salas has never had anything or anyone of his own in his life.

Peter was the first to reach out to him.

He held out his hand to him...

"Yes, I think so."