[Comprehensive] Masked heroine

Nicole just agreed so dazedly.

This is the first time she met Aunt May. Nicole couldn't help being a little nervous when standing in the elevator of his house. They changed into regular clothes when they were in Stark Tower, and she was wearing the spare ones in the training room Sportswear is really not good-looking.

So she turned her head to look at Peter, wanting to seek some psychological comfort.

As a result, she saw Peter standing there upright, with a serious face, and his hands on the hem of his trousers, looking more nervous than she was.

Nicole stared at him for a long time, but Peter didn't react at all, and stared straight ahead the whole time, apparently extremely nervous.

Seeing how nervous he was, Nicole relaxed a little. At this moment, the elevator finally stopped. She took a deep breath and walked out with her head held high.

Peter followed her two steps before recovering, quickly took out the key from his pocket, and trotted to open the door.

The living room was completely dark, except for a room at the end with a slit, from which warm yellow light came out. Peter turned on the light and called out, "May, I'm back."

Aunt Mei's voice was a little breathless, and she said in the room: "I thought you were living outside tonight."

"I didn't say I wanted to live outside...?" Peter called Nicole behind him to come in, then closed the door, and put the bag on his back on the sofa.

"But it's not the first time, and since you're an adult, I can understand that you have a bit of your own space..." Aunt Mei let out a long breath, and the voice came from the room, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Get up and walk this way.

"Well, as a matter of fact..." Before Peter finished speaking, he saw Aunt May coming out. He looked at Nicole behind him, and stopped talking a little embarrassedly.

A white towel was hung around Aunt Mei's neck, her hair was tied up, her breathing was not very steady, she seemed to be exercising just now.

She saw Nicole at a glance, and exclaimed in surprise: "This is Nicole?"

Nicole glanced at Peter, and called out generously, "Hello, Aunt May."

Aunt Mei glanced at her with satisfaction, Peter took two steps forward, and said to Aunt Mei in a low voice, "Something happened to Nicole's family, she didn't want to live alone at home, so I brought her back."

Aunt Mei has also experienced the pain of losing a loved one. When Peter said this, she couldn't help but look at Nicole. Peter had already impressed Nicole enough with her, and now she felt sorry for the little girl. Yes, of course there is no objection.

Comforting at such a time is useless. Aunt Mei thought about it, and said in a low voice, "Do you need my help?"

Peter shook his head, and Aunt May was very relieved of him, so she yawned politely and said to Nicole, "You're welcome here, tell Peter what you want to eat, I'm going to bed first. "

She stretched, thumped her back, and walked into the room, really leaving them alone.

Peter led Nicole to his room. Nicole had sneaked in through the window before, but it had been a while since the last time. The structure of Peter's room had undergone a huge change. The original single bed became an upper and lower bed. The shop and location are not the same.

Nicole looked at the room curiously. Peter quickly rushed to the bed, threw the clothes on the lower bunk into a ball on the chair, and then stood by the bed with his arms crossed, leaning against the iron rod of the double bed. On the bed, I explained to her a little embarrassedly: "The original bed was broken, and Ned would come often, so I bought a bunk bed."

Nicole knew Ned, Peter's good brother, and she had met him more than once when she went to school to wait for Peter.

Peter glanced over the bed, then clenched his hands and quickly cleared the lower bunk: "Ned sleeps on the upper bunk, and I usually sleep on the bottom. If you don't mind, you can sleep here. I'll sleep on top."

Nicole nodded without hesitation. Peter blushed a little. He ran out of the room, took out disposable toiletries from the bathroom cabinet, put them on the sink, and stammered to Nicole: "You... ...do you want to wash up first?"

It's getting late now, and it's time to wash up. Nicole stood at the door of the bathroom and nodded: "Then you come out first."

Peter cleared his throat and pointed to the door blocked by Nicole. Nicole then turned sideways to get out of the way. Peter also leaned sideways and walked out next to Nicole. Finally, he stood outside the door and scratched his head. : "I'm going back to my room first."

Nicole wanted to see him enter the room before closing the door, and Peter wanted to wait for her to close the door before returning to the room, so the two stood at the door looking at each other for a long time.

Nicole was quite calm at first, but now she was a little embarrassed by the pink atmosphere. She turned her eyes and stared at the door frame to chase away people: "Hurry up, I'll be fine soon."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door without waiting for Peter's answer.

Peter didn't wash up until after Nicole came back, and when he returned to the room, Nicole had already lay down, with half of her face covered under the quilt, her eyes shining brightly, and she turned her head to look at him.

This scene fit Peter's lifelong dream. He closed the door a little helplessly, and then stood there without moving.

Nicole was amused by his appearance, pulled off the quilt with a smile, and said to him, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep, it's already past one o'clock."

With one command and one action, Peter turned off the light, then stepped on the ladder and quickly climbed to the upper bunk.

The bed swayed a few times as Peter went up, and stopped after he lay down. Nicole turned over underneath, stretched her arms out of the quilt, and listened to Peter's breathing above, feeling very peaceful in her heart .

It may be that the current atmosphere is too relaxed and comfortable. When she thinks about her mother again, it seems that she is not as uncomfortable as before. She even smiles while thinking about it.

She adjusted her sleeping position, closed her eyes with her arms on her pillow, and said happily, "Good night, Peter."

"Good night, Nicole." Peter said softly, lying flat on the bed with one hand under his head, with a relaxed smile on his face.

After a while, he heard Nicole's breathing gradually became calmer, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, and she said softly, "Have a good dream, Nicole."