[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

To the left of the Internet celebrity dessert shop, there is an old-fashioned record store.

The mellow aroma of coffee and desserts is accompanied by melodious jazz music, creaking and creaking, making this warm afternoon even more comfortable in the air.

Young men and women laughing and joking, colorful cream pastry macaroons, black tea noodle soup glistens in white porcelain cups, and the clear bone china is soaked by sunlight, revealing a texture between gray and white.

Sylvia was so sluggish by the warmth, she swallowed the penultimate sip of black tea topped with whipped cream and honey, leaving behind a puddle of sweet tea with undissolved sugar granules.

Peter next to him has been burying his head in eating, and he is a little silent. At first, Sylvia thought he was hungry after punishing the gangsters—boys who are still growing are always hungry, and their stomachs are like bottomless pits.

But when Peter was about to sweep away the fourth cake, the girl finally jumped up.

"Aren't you full? We can pack it and take it home. We don't need to finish eating now." She poked Peter's arm and hesitated.

The boy who was poked by her suddenly trembled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Really shaking.

Because of the large range, Sylvia could see clearly the... grievance on Peter's face at that moment?upset?

She withdrew her claws in fright.

Although Peter quickly adjusted his expression, she still didn't feel that what she just saw was an illusion.

What happened?

The girl with black hair and amber eyes and the boy with golden hair and freckles looked at each other with different expressions. The atmosphere became weird for a while, and even the nice jazz music became a catalyst to exaggerate this embarrassment. This sudden change made Searle Via was a little taken aback.

From the time they left the alley to the sweet shop, Peter had been uncharacteristically silent.

Sylvia thought he was tired or hungry at first, so while ordering desserts for Bucky, she stuffed him with the ones that might suit Peter's taste—sweets give people a sense of satiety and a good mood, which is her own My favorite way to decompress.

Even because she was worried that Peter was in a bad mood because he didn't catch the vulture, she deliberately avoided the topic of just catching the vulture, and only said that they were congratulating them for taking down the underground gangster.

So...now...what...situation?

……

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

Under Sylvia's bewildered gaze, Peter quickly reacted and wanted to explain, but his mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, and the ringtone was still the sound of the lightsaber unsheathing from "Star Wars"...

This ringtone is the exclusive ringtone set by him and Ned. At a glance, it really is "Ned is calling".

Suddenly Peter's ears turned a little red, and although he liked it, the ringing was, actually, kind of childish.

Sylvia also recognized the source of the ringtone, and incidentally thought of Peter and Ned's endless Lego Death Star building blocks (the Death Star is a super weapon in "Star Wars"), not at all surprised: "Ned's phone , you take it."

Peter's original explanation hit a wall in the middle: "...Okay."

Swipe the lock screen: "Hello? Ned?"

Sylvia lowered her eyelashes absent-mindedly, she was thinking, what was Peter thinking just now, if there was something unhappy about him, why didn't he just say it...

"Brother, I just watched TV, how are you? Why haven't you come back? Who is that bird man with wings?!" Ned's bluffing voice came through the signal on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine, Ned. I'm outside now. I'll tell you the details when I get back." Peter didn't want to say on the phone that the vulture was Liz's father's business, so he just said that.

Ned was very measured, and thought that the good brothers were not very interested because they didn't catch each other: "Okay! Don't worry about the flying bug! Let me tell you that you were super cool just now!"

Peter just laughed a little when he heard Ned Balabala say like a firecracker: "Keep going steadily! One day you will catch up with Miss Witch! I am optimistic about you! Call you!"

Peter, who had put the phone by his ear casually, suddenly lost his mind and crashed on the spot. The phone almost fell from his hand without grasping it.

He licked his lips in a panic, and subconsciously looked in Sylvia's direction.

Fortunately, probably because waiting for him to call was a bit boring, she was in a daze.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Sylvia held a small rose-gold spoon in her fingers, and stirred the little bit of sweet tea left in the porcelain cup.

The edge of the spoon collided with the inner wall of the porcelain cup, making a slight "ding" sound, which was amplified infinitely in the girl's mind, and then echoed, together with the sentence she just heard, "One day you will catch up with Miss Witch!" , set off a stormy sea.

The five senses that have been strengthened cannot deceive her, it is not an auditory hallucination, nor is it a wrong hearing.

The drooping eyelashes covered the roiling emotions in the eyes, and the black-haired girl's expression was calm as if she didn't hear anything, only the trembling arc of her eyelashes revealed her restlessness.

Miss Witch...is...who?

Peter's favorite... person?The... person to chase?

Has she seen it?

Isn't he in love with Liz?

But the timeline has changed, Peter is eighteen instead of 15, and it makes sense that preferences have changed...

So who is that person?

who is it?

who is it?

In Sylvia's mind, one question after another, capitalized repeatedly, hit one after another, and exploded, sending out waves of thoughts one after another.

To be liked by such a good boy...

kinda...

Hey.

……

Peter hangs up the phone in a few words and frightened.

Sylvia, who had been keeping an eye on his movement, raised her head and smiled—I don’t know why Peter found that smile a bit weird—and said, "Is it over? Shall we go?"

Peter blinked, stared at her for a while, and found that the girl's smile was the same as always. He could only take the weirdness just now as his own illusion: "Uh...uh, let's go."

I don't know if it was to comply with Bucky's words of "remember to ask Parker to take you back later" or for some other reason. After coming out of the dessert shop, the two of them walked slowly in the direction of Columbia University without any discussion—Ming Mingxi Sylvia's own words came back in a few seconds.

Sylvia was walking with Peter on the streets of Manhattan with her textbooks in her arms.

On the way, Peter wanted to help her carry the heavy hard-shell book, but Sylvia didn't refuse, and gave him half with a smile. There was a distance between the two of them, and their footsteps rattled.

Everything seemed normal, but Peter always felt that something was wrong.

——The spider sensed that it was almost silent, which made him almost think that something happened around him, but there was nothing around him, so he could only attribute everything wrong to his own ulterior motives in the end.

They passed hot dog stands, traffic lights, Samoyeds and golden retrievers running around, fashionable girls shopping, children feeding pigeons at intersections, donut shops with giant donut signs...

"Best donuts favored by Tony Stark! Comes with: [Tony Stark's signature.JPG]"

Very familiar scene.

Sylvia's eyes lingered on the bright pink donut and the signboard for a moment, then pointed to a building a few hundred meters away, and smiled lightly: "This seems to be the last time we [come to a game in New York] The top floor of the free flight above.

The building looked different during the day than at night, but that didn't stop them from recognizing it.

Of course Peter hadn't forgotten.

Of course he couldn't forget the place where she told him "Spiderman is awesome".

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Peter pretended to be calm and said, "Want to go to the top floor to have a blast? We can... you know, swing up there."

Sylvia smiled holding the hardcover book.

……

After a few minutes.

"I, I'm fine."

In a certain alley, Peter, who changed his clothes under the cover of discarded cardboard boxes, stuffed everything into his backpack—along with Sylvia’s teaching materials—and fixed it to the hidden back wall with cobwebs.

Thank him for not taking off his uniform completely after fighting the gang just now!Otherwise, even if Sylvia turned her back, he didn't really want to take off behind her until only a pair of big underpants remained.

Sylvia, who was standing with her back to him, couldn't help but suppress the corners of her raised lips.

She felt that they looked like young people who were sneaking around the house to avoid their parents - and this assumption was inexplicably familiar.

The house will be exposed soon.

Neither of the two men mentioned the possibility that Sylvia could directly transform into an AI and possess her body on the battle suit. One spread out his arms, and the other naturally walked over and hooked his neck, and jumped into his arms with a light leap.

Peter only used one hand to fix her knees, and Sylvia's upper body weight was supported by herself hooking Peter's neck, because they had done it once before, and they were more proficient this time.

But due to her posture, Sylvia's shoulders were leaning against Peter's shoulder sockets.

The girl's hair and breathing, through the red mask, against the face of the little spider, are warm and smell good.

Peter took a breath under the mask.

A few meters away, in an alley where pedestrians come and go, the girl he likes is nestled on top of him, trustingly leaning her whole weight on him. He is wearing his favorite battle suit, and wants to bring her to the place he is best at. field of.

One step, sticking to the wall, two steps, leading her up the vertical wall...

Higher and higher off the ground, higher and higher.

The conversation of pedestrians is getting farther and farther away, and the wind is getting louder.

Sylvia looked down at the ground that was getting farther and farther away from her, put her face on the shoulder of the uniform whose fabric was not smooth, and smiled silently, without Peter noticing.

She wanted to ask him a question, and when she was done, maybe this would be the last time.

Let her be a little, a little, selfish, greedy.

……

The wind howled in the city.

The pseudo-horizon formed by the intersection of countless high-rise buildings rises and falls in the distance.

The spider silk sticks to one floor after another, driving them to another height. Spiderman's light jump is accompanied by the movement of every muscle in his body. Under Sylvia's hands, it is warm, active, like a beating heart.

She is afraid of heights, but this time she forced herself to watch every jump in height, her eyes were dazzled by the change of vision, the vehicles and people below turned into dense matchboxes and dots, and the girl unconsciously hugged her tighter to prevent her upper body from slipping off.

When she finally reached the top floor where they stayed last time, and her feet landed on the ground, she saw that there was a long silver lightning rod tied in the center of the top floor, and the bottom was covered by a round concrete pier, which was painted a refreshing mint green. .

This is the highest floor in this area, and the buildings at a glance are short, and the pier looks like a monument to rule the world.

Sylvia pulled Peter to sit down beside the pier.

Panting slightly, Peter pulled off his mask, revealing his original appearance, with his little brown curly hair curled up in a steaming mess.

Two people leaning against the arc pier, like two salted fish lying on a beach chair.

The salted fish Thea leaned on her arm, turning her head to look at the brown eyes of the little salted fish spider, the flying small broken eyebrows, the thin beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and the slightly red earlobes from sweating.

Watch it once less.Sylvia thought.When Peter catches up with the witch he likes, no, even before that, she should see him less often.

If it is said that she thought he liked Liz at first, she felt more helpless in her heart that "this is the plot", and did not have too many uncomfortable emotions... So she adjusted herself and thought that she didn't like him that much...

Then, when she heard Ned's words just now, the sour jealousy welled up in her heart at that moment almost surprised herself.

Feelings are sometimes easily confused and confused. Before hearing Ned's words, she can still deceive herself that her liking for Peter has a lot of hero worship;

But now, she couldn't be more clear that any admiration or longing is a lie to herself.

I love Peter Parker.Sylvia thought.

That's it, leave a good memory for yourself, it's great, great.

but……

"Peter."

The brown-haired boy turned his head sideways: "...Huh?"

shut up...

"Just heard Ned say that."

Brown eyes suddenly widened.

Okay, okay, don't be too ugly...

"You like..."

Sylvia's fingertips pressed against the concrete pier under her hand, and the rough texture wore away her remaining words.

She tilted her head, her eyes were like a brown maple forest shrouded in moonlight, shadowy, unable to see her emotions clearly, then she smiled briefly and stopped talking.

——It would be too obvious to ask again.

……

Peter has froze like salted fish.

From the time the name "Ned" came along, his brain was like a misspelled Lego brick that couldn't be disassembled or put together.

After an indefinite amount of time, his thoughts finally came back, "She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows..." This sentence repeated endlessly, hitting his brain in a daze.

"I..." Peter sat up, he didn't know where to put his hands, he could only support the concrete pier, his posture was weird, "You..."

Sylvia also sat up, her outstretched shoes had nowhere to rest and kicked each other anxiously. Seeing that he was so flustered suddenly, she thought he was being shy, and she was poked by a needle when she was holding her breath, and it dissipated with a bang. .

What's the point?She thought a little discouraged.Means nothing.

"I'm sorry..." The brown-haired boy let out a short breath.

Sylvia, who originally wanted to make a joke and skip the topic, almost thought she was hallucinating.

What does sorry mean?

Combining context, foreword, atmosphere...

Did Peter know that she liked him?

This is... very embarrassing, she just found out that he has someone he likes, and he also knows that she just heard that he has someone he likes...

Even Sylvia was panicking at this moment. The impulse she had held back just now was just wanting a very hypocritical "breaking up with herself" ceremony, but was it exposed so quickly?

Where is Doctor Strange_(:зゝ∠)_

……

"I know I'm...not mature enough, not as reliable as Mr. Barnes..."

After getting flustered, Peter broke the jar instead, and started chatting in a daze.

"I haven't been in a war, I haven't fought a super criminal - like you said every superhero has a super nemesis or something like the Avengers vs Hydra Batman vs Joker Superman vs Riker Sluthor or something... oh that's beside the point..."

He licked his lips, and then licked his lips again, and the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose were more than before when he was exercising vigorously.

He looked like he was about to evaporate.

But even so, he still supported himself not to turn his head and look directly into Sylvia's eyes.

"Thea, the one you like and I, it's not the same, it's a bit big, okay...it's big, I..."

He held back for a while, and he was a little speechless, so that he didn't bother to discern why Sylvia's shocked blank expression was the reason for the shock.

"The gap between me and you is... very big, like the little mutant who just awakened and Magneto... Just, that, the gap, the whole Gotham and lost kittens and puppies..."

"I thought, today, if it goes well, the scorpion, the vulture, the Chitauri weapon... I can show you, I can go... well, sort out... some things - well that's not really What a big deal—err… didn’t finish…”

The blushing teenager gave a troubled smile.

"Today was not a good time, but Thea..."

His heart was beating so fast he almost thought the spider sensor had gone off.

"I like you."

"Although I'm not good enough..."

"But you can..."

"give me a chance……"

"Would you like to tap your code?"