[Zhongyingmei] My backstage is so big!

John Watson felt that the person who could make Sherlock Holmes ask this question must be very powerful.

But since this problem is too beyond the scope of science, he is not even sure whether there is something wrong with Sherlock or his ears: "As far as I know, it is impossible, unless there is something supernatural." John held the folder, "Hao K? Thor?"

Sherlock Holmes frowned: "The Hulk was also a human being before he became the Hulk, and Thor is not a human being at all."

Watson raised his eyebrows: "And you are asking about people, I understand." He paused, "Then how can you be sure that the other person is a person?"

Sherlock was overwhelmed by the question, he blinked quickly, then turned sharply to look at Principal Morita who had not interrupted their conversation out of politeness.But before he could ask the question in his mouth, he rolled his eyes and looked back at Watson.

Watson put on a serious expression: "You are very rude."

"Sorry." Sherlock nodded perfunctorily at Principal Morita, took the document bag from Watson's arms, and strode out of the principal's office.

Watson stood where he was, greeted Principal Morita awkwardly, and turned to leave with the other party's good-tempered smile.

Antarina was aboveboard and distracted during class.

She felt a dull pain in her temple just thinking about Sherlock Holmes, and don't get me wrong, it wasn't because she hated him or had a grudge against him.On the contrary, when she was a classmate of Sherlock Holmes High School, she was the only one who could talk to the other party without being sprayed with water by the other party.In other words, their relationship is okay.

But the problem is, Sherlock Holmes doesn't know her secret.

And Sherlock Holmes is often frighteningly obsessed with the answer to a question.

With just a glance, Antarina was sure that she read the real shock and doubt from the other party's gaze.He's wondering what he's seeing, which isn't good for her because she's not sure she can hide her identity well.

Antalina is a good actress, but that doesn't mean she won't have habits.

And often no one is fully aware of all their habits, including accents.

Now I can only pray that Sherlock didn't take off her clothes at that time and pin his hope on time.

Time is a wonderful thing, it slowly erases one's memory of other things or other people.

Antalina rested her chin on her hands and was so engrossed that she didn't even hear Mrs. Woz calling her several times. It wasn't until Peter who was sitting next to her gave her a slight push that she came back to her senses, and then heard Mr. Woz said, "Miss Holmes, I am the one calling you."

Antalina opened her mouth in embarrassment, then lowered her hand: "Sorry."

"I think you will listen to the class well, right?" Teacher Woz looked at her.

"Of course." What else could Antarina say, class is important, even though she is already familiar with the formulas written on the whiteboard.

After class, Peter pulled her down.Ned would have liked to stay too, but he only exchanged glances with Peter before finding an excuse to leave.

Antalina watched their silent exchange for a short time, and gave Peter a salute after Ned left.

Peter pursed his lips and shrugged at her, smiling cutely.

"The curly-haired man in the overcoat we saw when we passed the principal's office just now, his name is Sherlock Holmes." The physics classroom was already empty, and Antalina sat next to Peter facing him, "But don't think that his family is Big Sherlock Holmes fans, their surname is Holmes. And I was shocked because I thought I was going to be in trouble."

"That guy will trouble you?" Peter frowned.

"Let me compare it to you this way," Antarina said, "Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes is basically an older version of him, the curly-haired man we saw just now." She was worried about Peter's confusion, and she explained it intimately.

Peter opened his mouth, feeling that this metaphor was a bit exaggerated, but it was inexplicably convincing.

It may be because the other party's expression is too serious, so serious that he immediately realizes the seriousness of the problem, but she is usually not so serious.

And almost immediately, Peter realized what the trouble was.

He opened his mouth and said, "He doesn't know your secret."

Antalina nodded, and then Peter said: "And you can't let him know."

She continued to nod, and then raised her eyebrows: "It's not like anyone knows my secret before seeing me in person." As she said that, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Even if they see me in person, they won't believe that I have A hundred years old."

Peter smiled and scratched the hair on the back of his head, then asked, "Do you think he is a good guy or a bad guy?"

"I don't know." Antalina said honestly, "I was almost captured by an acquaintance once."

"Then do you mind if I ask, how many years have you not seen him?" Peter may have been tired from sitting in the same position, so he leaned forward, which brought the distance between him and Antarina closer many.

Antalina pretended not to care about his actions, and thought for a while: "15 years."

"15 years, and it just so happened that you were approached by Hydra recently." Peter looked at her, "How likely do you think it is a coincidence? Hydra, they have all your records for nearly 50 years, have you been to Where, where you go to school, where you live, maybe even when you get up and go to bed, how much you talk to who and what you say every day are all recorded.”

Very inopportune, Antalina's attention went in another direction.

Peter Parker had probably never seen himself look so serious—the dark brown eyes didn't know if it was because the light became a little lighter and brighter, and he looked at Antalina from bottom to top with a very serious expression.He frowned, and the emotion of wanting to help her solve her troubles unceremoniously turned in her direction.She thought she had used the word "sincere" to describe Peter many times, and she didn't mind using it again.

Serious people really shine.

But then she was amused: "Who will record how much I talk to who and what I say every day?"

I will.Peter looked at her and answered, and then heard her smile and say, "You?"

Peter momentarily: "..."

Antalina's smile froze for a second, then she stared: "Peter?!"

"You are my task, Anna." Peter moved back abruptly at the call, and then both of them frowned at the same time because of the harsh sound of chairs rubbing on the floor.But this couldn't stop Antalina from feeling absurd and of course her privacy being violated.

"You know I'm not in a good mood right now, right?" Antarina looked at him and asked.

"I'm absolutely, absolutely never going to do it again." Peter said right away. "I'm sorry, really."

"You have apologized to me very frequently in the past week." Antalina narrowed her eyes and asked suddenly, "You haven't put a monitor or monitor in my house now, have you? I warn you..." She didn't even The latter warning came out, and Peter interrupted her immediately.

"No! Absolutely not!" Peter looked at her, trying to let her see his sincerity.

Antarina was silent again, and after a while she said abruptly, "Then say there was before."

Peter was speechless because it was the truth. He stared at the condescending Antarina for a while, and lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

If he said he was actually a little bit happier now...

"You're laughing, Peter."

"……Feel sorry."

"And you're still laughing."

"..."

Sherlock Holmes never forced his attention to focus on the commission. In fact, his brain was constantly replaying the girl he saw before, of course, mainly recalling the frightening familiarity when they looked at each other.

Eliminating the impossible is the answer.Sherlock Holmes turned suddenly: "John!"

Watson, who was holding two teacups not far behind him, trembled, took a deep breath and glanced at the two cups in his hand: "Sherlock." He frowned, "You should know that we are in the United States at nine o'clock, you Just... say, with a more normal voice."

"Sorry." Sherlock walked over to take one of the cups of tea, sipped and frowned.

Watson looked at him and warned: "We are in America."

Sherlock moved his jaw slightly, pursed his lips, took a deep breath and decided, "I need her."

"Then do you know her name?" Watson sat on the single sofa with a cup of tea and looked at him. "By the way, pay attention to your words. It makes people misunderstand that you are a pervert."

"..." Sherlock took a deep breath, "I need an answer."

Watson nodded: "I see." He pinched the handle of the cup and thought for a while, "But have you ever thought that if the girl you saw in Midtown High School is really your high school classmate, then Even if you ran up to her and said it well, she wouldn't admit that you knew her... What's her name?"

"Helen Crooks," said Sherlock quickly, "but I'm pretty sure that's not her name now."

Watson raised his eyebrows: "Obviously." He paused, put the teacup on the tea table beside him, leaned forward to look at Sherlock, who was pressing his jaw hard, "Well, in four days, let's get the Interpol side first. The case is settled, and then we will go to Midtown High School together to find your high school classmates."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Sherlock's expression and narrowed his eyes: "Three days."

After a while, Watson took a deep breath: "If you can settle this case within two days."

Sherlock interrupted him loudly: "Deal!"

Watson raised his eyebrows high: "If I get up tomorrow, I don't see you staying where you should be." He raised a very Sherlockian smirk at Sherlock, "You don't want to know what to expect when you go back?" What is yours, do you understand?"

Sherlock: "..."

This is not the first time.

Watson sat on his own bed. He was still wearing the pajamas and pajamas he wore before going to bed last night. He stared at the empty opposite bed and fell into a silent anger.Although it was bright outside the window, the clock hanging in the room only showed seven o'clock in the morning—seven o'clock, damn it, and the damned Holmes had already disappeared!

He didn't even leave him a note!

As a result, as soon as he finished thinking, Watson's cell phone rang with a crisp message.

That bastard carried out his very short message style: "SCHOOL——SH"

Watson tapped his fingers quickly: "I'm not going."

There was a quick reply: "NOW——SH"

"Damn it, Sherlock." Watson took a deep breath, and finally he could only resign himself to his fate and stand up and start changing clothes as fast as he could, while hoping that before he went to school, that Sherlock Holmes would not mess with him too much. Trouble.

A famous detective sneaks into a school to harass a high school student?Ha, he didn't want to see such news at all.

"I'm sorry." While Watson was swearing with some swear words mixed in, Holmes had already stopped a group of boys who looked very energetic at the main entrance of the school, "I don't know if you know a , a girl with light blond hair and emerald green eyes."

He could be polite if he could, as he is now.

However, his words seemed to have aroused their vigilance, wow this is very interesting.

"We have a lot of girls like this here." The leader was especially obvious. The hesitation and vigilance on his face almost didn't require Sherlock to reason, and he rushed towards him like a mountain, "I don't seem to have seen it in this school. You? Who are you? The new teacher?"

Sherlock squinted and stared at him for a while, and his actions undoubtedly aroused the boys' deeper vigilance.

so.He raised his eyebrows and smirked: "No, thank you."

Sherlock didn't bother, but went out around these boys who were looking at him with hostility. His eyes quickly scanned back and forth among the passing students. In less than three seconds, his eyes fell on the skin of a man who was staring at him. On a dark girl.

He looked at each other for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes and walked over: "Hi."

"...Hi." The girl's face turned up as he approached, but before he could say another sentence, a chubby man suddenly appeared between the two of them, panting: "Michelle !Good morning!"

Then the little chubby looked at Sherlock, and swallowed.

"Good morning..." The girl called Michelle looked at each other with some doubts and scrutiny, but Sherlock and the chubby guy looked at each other for only three seconds, then turned around suddenly, and the coat was slashed behind him An exaggerated and powerful arc.He squinted his eyes and quickly scanned the faces of the students who passed by, and then fell to the corner some distance from the door.

Just as he was about to step over, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Sherlock!"

John Wah appeared angrily: "I hope you came to the school because you found clues in the documents I gave you yesterday, not to test your frightening and questionable ideas!" He gasped He took a deep breath, "You know how many calls I took along the way to convince the Interpol people that you are not missing, and there is your brother."

"Oh, again." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Do you know what you interrupted?!"

Watson frowned: "What?"

"Truth! John!" Sherlock's voice hissed. "Truth!"

"He certainly didn't expect us to be hiding here." Antalina poked around the corner and looked out cautiously. From this place, she could clearly see Sherlock losing his temper at a brown-haired man.

"He'll think we've left," Peter murmured, but he wasn't really paying attention.

This was the first time he was so close to Antalina, and she didn't even notice that he was so close to her that as long as he moved forward a little, his chin could rest on her shoulder.And of course, at such a close distance, he could clearly smell the fragrance of her body.

It smells good, indescribably good, with a hint of sweetness.

"That eye contact." Antarina straightened up, and Peter quickly straightened up in fright, then he watched her turn her head to look at him, and continued with a calm expression, "It's enough for him to see a lot, but I thought maybe I shouldn't go along with him."

"Yes," Peter said, "to show him you're not someone he knows, you just have to walk in front of him, frankly."

Antarina thought for a while, her shoulders slumped and she let out a breath: "It sounds easy, but he is Holmes."

To be honest, it's kind of weird to call a guy a hundred years older than me cute.

But Peter said it anyway, from the bottom of his heart.

"Then you should know that you are also Sherlock Holmes." Peter looked at her, and suddenly raised his hand to brush away the hair sticking to her face.

Antalina was speechless for a moment, and then raised her hand to put the hair that had just been picked up behind her ears and clamped it: "You should know that the name is just a cover, of course, if you want to know, I can also tell you my last name Kennedy." She paused, looking at him with big emerald green eyes, her expression was too calm, "But am I Kennedy?"

Please automatically ignore what old Sherlock Holmes once said about her going into politics, thank you.

"You're not." Peter fully understood what she meant, "but you definitely can't avoid him at school, the school is just that big."

Antarina blinked: "I have a backstage, and I know Principal Morita."

"Are you going to ask for leave for a week?" Peter disagreed, "You have to know that hiding is not an option, Anna. Even though we now know what kind of prime minister his brother Mycroft is in the UK, he can't be here Staying for too long, but you can't be sure that after his current visa expires he won't sign again, for a month, just to stay and prove his ideas."

Antarina was silent for a while, and asked in doubt: "Did I just be educated by you?"

"If..." Peter swallowed the latter words, "well, you've thought about it."

"Then you should know what I'm really worried about." Antalina looked at him.

Peter simply replied, "Believe it or not, I know."

"I believe." Antarina really tried her best not to reach out and ruffle the child's hair, after the serious and considerate attitude he showed just now, "So this is what we are doing now." The problem is that he will not think that I am not the person he knows just because I deny it, and all his conclusions come from his observation."

"And this is not something you can just pretend you don't know him." Peter said the final conclusion, "He will be very dangerous."

The two fell silent facing each other.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and at the same time raised his eyes to look at the other party with a dull expression.

"Hydra has nearly 50 years of your data," Peter said.

Antarina nodded: "Yes."

"Then they will know that you and Holmes were classmates," Peter continued.

Antalina continued to nod: "Yes."

"So..." Peter wiped his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What are we worried about?"

Antalina was also silent for a while with a strange expression, pursing her lips: "Maybe it's because you care about it?"

Peter felt a little uncomfortable, and this feeling was no less than when he knew that Anna was going to celebrate a man's birthday, and that man also expressed his desire to meet him through Anna's message.

"When will it be my turn?" Peter muttered.

"What?" Antalina really heard what he was saying, but she just asked subconsciously, and then said, "But although we don't need to worry about him being targeted by Hydra now, I Still can't let him know my secret."

Although there are not a few people who know her secrets, those who know for sure are either wizards or have died...

Antalina counted, and now the only ones who know for sure are the Morita family.

Oh and one more...

"If you remember what you were talking to him at that time, it might be easier." Peter's voice interrupted Antalina's thoughts, and when she looked up, she saw Peter's obviously not emotional expression.

Antalina opened her mouth, she couldn't be soft-hearted, she thought, and said, "But I completely forgot."

So she saw Peter's expression light up again, and she decided to hit him: "15 years, Peter, I haven't seen him for 15 years. In the same way, if I haven't seen you for 15 years, I probably won't remember what I'm doing now." What did I tell you?"

The effect is obvious, once again proving that Antalina can always succeed, because Peter's expression became stiff.

"Are you really going to say that," said Peter, "we only know two..."

"Month. Yes, then you should already know the fact that I never stay in one place for long." Antalina didn't mean to hit Peter this time, she was just telling the truth, "I will leave here sooner or later, Either after I finish high school, or after I take down Hydra."

"You don't plan to go to college?" Peter frowned, with a pitiful expression on his face.

Antalina shrugged: "Going to college means..."

"Ma'am and sir." At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came.

Antalina and Peter stared at each other blankly for two seconds, then Qiqi turned to look at Teacher Roman.

She was wearing the waist-tight red dress when she appeared in front of them on the first day, standing in front of the two of them with her chest ring, raised her eyebrows: "Although I am sorry to interrupt your morning date, please allow me to remind you that you are now Class time, and..."

She smiled at them: "You should find a more secluded place to kiss me next time."

Antalina was sure, because of the conversation with Peter in the morning, the other party was angry with her.

No, anger doesn't seem to be suitable to describe the other party's emotions now, because Antalina is sure that she has a better word for it - he is sad, because she said it without hesitation, and now thinking of it Really very relentless.

But at the same time, I was a little dumbfounded. The arc of reaction was too long, wasn't it?

"Are you arguing with Peter again?" In chemistry class, Michelle whispered to Antalina who was calmly conducting experiments.

"What? No." Antarina finally realized the little girl's brain circuit, so if she and Peter didn't talk or make eye contact, did they have a fight?This is really one of the most unjust things in the world.

And... "I haven't had a fight with Peter." She looked at Michelle, "Where did you come from?"

"Oh, it's as if the matter between you two didn't exist last time." Michelle seemed to have gotten used to Antalina's continuous denial, rolled her eyes, and suddenly paused to realize that something was wrong. The thing, "Please, don't you know?"

"Know what?" Antarina was curious, and followed the instructions in the book to start mixing salt water.

"...You really..." Michelle was silent for a while, then gasped, "Then you don't know what the school is saying now, do you?"

"Pass what?" Antarina really didn't know, but she could guess one or two from Michelle's expression.

It's nothing more than young people's hormonal agitation.

"Peter, you and Peter." Michelle opened her mouth wide and looked at Antarina with an absurd face, "Even if I, a lone ranger who doesn't interact with others very much, heard it, you are not pretending to me Right? This will ruin my goodwill towards you, you know?"

"Why should I ruin your favorability for me?" Antarina also looked at her, very puzzled, "I thought we were already friends? In Midtown High School, you were the first person I met besides Peter. Friends who are willing to take the initiative to make friends."

"It's so sweet." Michelle said, "If there is no such sentence, except for Peter."

"..." Antarina didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Peter lives at the door opposite me, otherwise what do you think?"

"Exchange partners." The chemistry teacher said loudly, and glanced at Antalina's table by the way.

Michelle got up consciously, with a half-smile expression on her face: "I finally know why Peter behaved like this."

After finishing speaking, he turned to another table to sit down without giving Antalina any reaction, and as the next candidate in rotation, Peter sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he lowered his voice and asked her, "What did Michelle tell you?"

"She thought we had a quarrel." Antarina felt that she should reflect on herself. Although it is indeed a good way to protect herself by keeping herself out of the social circle and interpersonal relationship, will she behave too much because of this? resist others.

"Us?" Peter also frowned suspiciously, then shook his head, "No, we won't."

"Yeah, but you haven't spoken to me in one class and refused to make eye contact with me." Antalina carefully poured the diluted salt water into the measuring cup, then glanced at Peter, "And I don't even know why .”

Peter also stared at the salt water poured into the measuring cup, opened his mouth when he heard it, and mumbled after a few seconds: "No, you know."

"..." Antarina almost missed and poured all the remaining salt water in.

She took a deep breath, this time it was her turn to be embarrassed.

But this embarrassment didn't last long, and was interrupted by a scream that pierced the entire corridor: "Ah!——"

Heart-piercing, with palpable horror and choking.

Antalina and Peter glanced at each other quickly, then stood up faster than anyone else and rushed out.

Peter pulled Antalina who was about to run in the opposite direction with him: "This way."

They met Teacher Roman who also rushed out at the door of the women's bathroom, and then Peter caught the girl who ran out crying from the women's bathroom. Antalina subconsciously stroked her back, and at the same time stared at Xu The women's bathroom door closed slowly.

It was a girl, naked/naked lower body, with blood all over her stomach, hanging from the ceiling of the bathroom.

Her body was shaking slightly, her eyes were rolled up, but she was directly in line with Antalina's gaze.

"No." After Peter handed the frightened girl to Teacher Roman, he took a step forward and embraced Antalina who was staring at the bathroom.His palm was big enough to cover her face. He lowered his head and saw the pale face on her face.

Yes, pale.

She was actually terrified, in every sense of the word.

Sherlock only stayed at the scene for less than 3 minutes before turning around with his hands behind his back and walking out.He ignored the police detective's questioning, but turned his gaze, and found Antalina sitting in a classroom with her head hanging diagonally across the bathroom, and Peter sitting next to her and holding her hand tightly.

However, the next second when he was about to walk over, a woman with light blond hair stopped him: "Hello."

She looked up at him, but her momentum was no weaker than his: "Just ask me if you have anything, don't bother those two children."

Sherlock glanced at her quickly, then paused, and raised his eyebrows: "Since when do ordinary children need special agents to protect them?" He raised his eyes slightly to meet the teacher, "Sherlock Holmes, what's your name?" .”

"Scarlett Roman. The real name is kept secret." Teacher Roman hooked his lips at him, "Suppose you already know who did it?"

Sherlock glanced at Antarina's direction for the last time, turned around and rushed into the scene again.

Antalina only felt a headache.

She can even return to that cold night from the darkness with her eyes closed, the suspended body, the faint breath and heartbeat, the bright red and warm blood, and the effort that she put in all her strength just to tap twice on her heart finger down.

To this day, her heart still aches from it.

"Anna." Peter was at a loss. He had never seen Anna like this before. "Are you okay?"

He was very close to her, reaching out and slowly hugging her tight body.

He could feel the other person trying to calm down, and she was taking deep breaths to soothe herself.Immediately afterwards, Peter felt something was wrong nearby, he heard some kind of dull rumbling sound, and the surrounding air gradually revealed a trace of weight.

"I need to pass out." Antalina whispered suddenly.

"What?" Peter quickly lowered his head to find her gaze, and when he dug her out, he saw her flushed gaze.

"I need to pass out, right away." Antarina sobbed and looked at him, "Peter, now."

By the time Peter realized it, he had already injected the tranquilizer into Antalina's body.

The moment she closed her eyes and fell into her arms, the rumbling sound disappeared, and the sense of weight in the air disappeared instantly.Peter hugged her, barely able to ignore the pain rising from his heart.

"What's wrong with her?" Teacher Roman came in, and she stood beside them, looking at Antalina and Peter.

"She, she needs to take a rest." Peter looked at her, and hugged Antalina tightly.

Teacher Roman showed a scrutinizing expression, and then she said, "You need to learn more about lying, Peter."

When Peter showed a dazed and bewildered expression, Mr. Roman said: "I have already called Stark, and he is on his way by car. I will divert the attention of Holmes and the police for you. Now, let's go." .”

He didn't react until Peter hugged Antalina and got into Stark's car.

Then he turned to Stark: "Mr. Roman..."

Stark was frowning and looking at Antalina, who was well protected by Peter in his arms. He raised an eyebrow after hearing the question: "You didn't even realize that she was one of us, did you?" He stretched out A finger stopped Peter's words, "You didn't."

"...so who is she?!" Peter stared.

"Natasha Romanov, but I think you are more familiar with her other name, Black Widow." Stark showed a smirk, "Let's not talk about this now, what happened to her? I thought she lived long enough I won’t be frightened by such a picture when I grow up.”

"But the fact is that she was scared," Peter said. "I don't know, she just suddenly..."

"Maybe there's something about her that we haven't noticed." Stark frowned. "She can't be so fragile."

"I can tell you responsibly, she is not at all." Peter thought of what happened just now, his expression was a little serious, "otherwise she wouldn't let me faint her." He paused again, and suddenly said, "I Thought her abilities were innate."

Stark's brows were still wrinkled: "Maybe not."

Antarina dreamed of that night again.

Yes, although she has been lucky enough in the past hundred years, most of the people she met have been very kind to her-whether they are wizards or mutants, ordinary people like Sherlock Holmes or not.But good luck follows her, and so does evil.

She was just an ordinary person before, except for her unchanging appearance, she was nothing more than an ordinary person.

However, the same appearance is the source of her bad luck.

"She's crying." Peter moved a small chair and sat next to Antalina's sleeping sofa, with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.

"Yes, I saw it." Stark was obviously calmer than a child.There was a bare pass in front of him, and his eyes quickly filtered the information on it, and he paid attention to Peter from time to time, and then suddenly said: "Uh! Um! No!"

He pointed to Peter's hand that was about to wipe the tears from the corners of Antalina's eyes: "You don't want to play an eight o'clock scene with me, kid."

Peter looked at him speechlessly, but took it back: "Did you notice anything wrong?"

"Yes." Stark said quickly, and fixed the page on one of the pages, "She has never accepted any adoption request from any family since 78 years, I thought she was the last one to adopt her What happened to the family..." He paused, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"It's because of them." A voice that didn't belong to them suddenly sounded.

Peter suddenly looked at Antalina on the sofa. She lowered her eyes and felt that she was looking at him, but in fact her eyes were empty: "They were tortured to death, but I didn't do it. I didn't even see them. To my adoptive father's last look."

Peter took a deep breath and looked at Stark, but Stark looked up at the door where there was a "beep".

"He brought it back?" The tall man walked in and nodded to Peter who stood up suddenly.

Stark raised his eyebrows at him, and the other party followed his gaze to the back of the sofa, and then he walked over.Only after he took a few steps, he saw the person who was originally blocked by the sofa propped up his body and looked at him.

The man stopped in his tracks, looked at her steadily, and slowly frowned: "You..."

The girl was obviously also stunned, and then she opened her mouth: "Captain America..." She smiled at him, "I don't think you remember me anymore, after all, there are still some changes between me at that time and now, And we only met once."

Captain America lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then denied, "No." He looked at her surprised expression, "Not once."

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