Where did Dad go?

Chapter 3

Thor eats fried chicken, while little Jim returns safely to his home, escorted by Uncle Clint.

Jim's house is not very big, but the small house is enough for him to live with his father, even if his friends, or... father's friends come to stay, there is no problem at all.

And Uncle Clint put Jim in his father's arms, with a look of concern on his face: "I mean..."

"Go ahead." Jim's father didn't tease Uncle Clint as usual, "I don't think I'll be angry about it."

"You do have reason to be angry." Uncle Clint touched the top of Jim's head, then looked at his father with worried eyes, "Loki, he's back."

"I know."

"He's here for you!" Clint yelled, startling Jim who was still in Loki's arms, but Uncle Clint wasn't the nice and nice uncle he used to be this time, he became grumpy And angry, "He still has the fucking face to come back! He still has the face to come back to you!"

He paced back and forth irritably, even reaching behind him—and then he realized that his quiver was in his bag, which was left by the door: "Loki, you have to think Good countermeasures, this is not some brother's stalemate...or rebellion, betrayal—whatever—those messy topics, definitely not!"

"so?"

"You think..." Clint's eyes fell on Jim, "Could it be that he knew about Jim's existence..."

"Impossible." Loki dismissed Clint's claim, "he wouldn't know—even if he did, he'd think I wouldn't keep him, so it doesn't make sense, Clint, it's not difficult A matter of guesswork."

Indeed, this is not something difficult to guess.

Loki was right, and Jim couldn't hear what his father was saying to Uncle Clint, but his father said that if you can't understand a grown-up conversation, it's best for him to Swallow these conversations in your ears and excrete them in your ass and ignore them as if the language doesn't exist.

This is indeed good advice.

But obviously Loki didn't feel that there was anything to worry about, he raised the corners of his mouth, making the muscles on his face stretch into a dazzling arc: "Clint, poor little Nightingale, why are you so scared? Or do you think the hammer-wielding god could really drive you crazy too?"

Clint looks at Loki sadly.

After a long while, he finally said: "No, Loki, no, no matter how much you refute, you can't completely take away the hurt, Loki, you can't deny the hurt, and you can't deny the existence of Jim, so...you have to be prepared... …We are not afraid of him, just as we have never been afraid of you, but that doesn't mean he isn't one of the Avengers, and it doesn't mean you are an agent of justice."

Clint's words are to the point,

Jim couldn't understand, and could only look up at the sky in Loki's arms, but he heard his father's laughter, the rhythm of ehehehehe.

"You've grown up, Little Nightingale, obviously you've evolved a pair of sharp eyes." Loki smiled, and put Jim down, "But, I'm not the same person I used to be."

Facing the stubborn Norse god, Clint really has nothing to do.

In fact, for Loki, Clint didn't have much sympathy until he learned about Asgard's special way of distinguishing genders - obviously there should be two genders, but in the universe, In the sky, those so-called protoss are actually divided into six genders—both male and female, there are Alpha, Bate, and Omega, and being an Alpha naturally takes up more resources and more worship, and Bate just obeys , and the most miserable Omega is the tool of fertility!

Loki is an Omega, a hidden Omega, hidden among Alphas, has always regarded himself as an Alpha, even in battle - how much effort does Omega have to use to stand shoulder to shoulder with Alpha?Among the Avengers, the only Clint who relies on his own strength, without armor, without super soldier serum, without gamma rays, and without means of transformation...just relying on his own talent, is Clint who shoots at the enemy with arrows When he learned of all this, he not only buried his hatred for Loki, but also completely discarded his lack of confidence in himself.

That's right.

Tony has superhuman intelligence and his battle armor, Steve relies on super soldier serum, Bruce becomes the Hulk after being irradiated by gamma rays, and Natasha has also become a legendary hero under the transformation of the Soviets. The female spy... As for Thor, he was originally a character in Norse mythology.

Compared with them, even if Clint's talent is outstanding, he is still a normal human being.

It's like Loki, he's a natural Omega, someone who's supposed to be weak, a magician who doesn't have the power of an Alpha... but on the battlefield - although he wants to rule the earth or something - he never Inferior to any Alpha.

That's why Clint admired him - despite the fact that there was a real feud between the two of them.

And now, regardless of the hatred, let's say Thor, he came to the atrium and said he was looking for Loki - Clint felt that this thing really made a big deal.

But Loki wasn't bothered by it, he still had a smile on his face, as if he wasn't worried about it at all, and even led Clint into the room, let him sit in the living room, and turned to He went to the kitchen himself.

Oh, Clint swears he doesn't want a cookie - he swears.

But Loki's cookies are delicious, no one can deny that - Loki is a pastry master, if he wants to, he can definitely conquer the world with desserts!

Jim slowly came over from the side, and when Clint smiled at him, he rubbed on Clint's thigh: "Uncle Clint, what you just said...what the hell do you mean?"

Clint shrugged: "Jim, grown-ups don't suit you."

"Come on! I'm eight years old!" Jim stuck out his tongue, not taking Clint's words seriously at all, "Okay, I'll ask my dad—you obviously have something to hide from me, of course I don't really want to know...but..."

"The biscuits are baked, Jim, you're not going to eat pudding?" Loki's voice came from the kitchen, and Jim jumped up with a cheer, completely forgetting the topic just now.

There's nothing better than a pudding made by Loki himself, and there's nothing better than a biscuit made by Loki - the two boys in the living room rushed to the dining room cheering.

The dining room is next to the kitchen, separated from the living room by a door. Loki doesn't allow Jim to eat in the living room, let alone make a mess of the living room. The only function of the living room is to watch TV and read. Of course, occasionally drink tea or Coffee is also allowed.

Entering the restaurant, Jim rushed directly to the table and waited. He didn't like cookies that were baked too sweet, but he liked cheese pudding. His mood rose by five percentage points in an instant.

Loki brought out the pudding, and Clint had to serve the cookies himself.

As he ate, Jim was still thinking about what his father had said to Uncle Clint—Jim was a little genius, he'd always believed that, and geniuses, young and old, even if he only At the age of eight, he can also know what bad ideas their adults are planning!

So, after Aunt Natasha called Uncle Clint away, Jim held the pudding spoon in his mouth and turned to his father with a bright smile: "Father, at Uncle Tony's house today, I saw the legend Thor in the middle!"

"Oh, then?"

"After he came, Uncle Tony asked Uncle Clint to send me back." Jim took another mouthful of pudding and swallowed it. "I think he doesn't like my laughing—ehehehehehe—it seems to make me laugh." That Thor is a little neurotic."

"Maybe he's always been neurotic." Loki slowly sipped a pudding drizzled with maple syrup. "Look, Thor, right? You've heard of this guy too, one of the Avengers who often... The one at shift, right? If he wasn't neurotic, he'd be skipping work all the time?"

Jim shook his head.

"So, he's neurotic," Loki concluded, "and neurotic, you don't need to pay attention to him, my dear Jim, you don't need to pay attention to him-but you don't need to go to Tony's house recently, he has many A big guy... it's more dangerous, because if his hammer flies too fast, it will smash your poor little head flat."

"But he's an Avenger! He won't hurt me!"

"Who knows! He's a psycho!" Loki said lightly, with love in his voice, and it was enough for little Jim to forget his initial thoughts - what the hell was Uncle Clint telling his father , And whether those things are related to his father!

Little boys always associate heroes with themselves, and Jim is no exception.

But seeing that Jim already has Tony, Steve, and Clint, the three Avenger uncles, as well as Natasha, the Avenger aunt, please let the last Thor, who often misses work, be spared!

So, when little Jim went to school the next day with his schoolbag on his back, he deliberately ignored the Thor in the red cape who was flying in the sky with a hammer.

Just ignore it.

That's a psycho, Jim thought to himself!

"Wow, look! It's Thor!" Behind Jim, a boy's voice sounded, the voice full of Thor worship.

Jim knew who it was without looking back—the fat pig boy Fleiss who bullied him yesterday.

Fles is the most bullying bad student in their elementary school, and he is big and thick, and his arms are as thick as little Jim's waist. What a boy like this is most willing to show his strength-but Jim also knows that he He was much stronger than Frys, and even other adults, but... Loki never allowed him to show it.

"I want to be a superhero too!" Fleiss yelled, stretching out his hand to push away Peter who was walking over with his schoolbag on his back.