[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

After hurriedly expressing his loyalty, Peter came to his senses, and then he was dumbfounded.

His eyes circled around Sylvia who couldn't bear to look directly at the hands covering her face, and the teasing expressions of the other Avengers and even Bucky on the opposite side, and then with a "boom", red fireworks exploded on his cheeks.

The little spider who slipped out said "I...I..." for a long time, then simply shut up and dared not say anything.

Clark, who had been frowning on the big screen, was also stunned, and then looked down at this scene with a particularly tolerant expression, his baby blue eyes filled with a warm and mocking smile.

——After hearing Thanos' crazy plan, this kind of cute and furry love affair of the juniors is like a glass of sunny orange juice in summer, and the translucent ice cubes jingle and collide in the sweet and sour juice.

Sylvia secretly opened her eyes to look at everyone, and then found that everyone looked like "I found you but I won't tell you", so she could only let go of her palm speechlessly, revealing her slightly flushed cheeks , let them see enough.

Look, look, sacrifice one of her to benefit a group of people, it can be said that the spirit of dedication is close to full :)

Everyone laughed enough, Natasha raised an eyebrow at Deadpool, before the other party could speak: "You just said...even if the Goddess of Death, whom Thanos has a crush on, chooses you?"

Wade immediately sat upright, digging his ears: "Is there anything? Dad said something like that?" Then he started whistling.

When a person like Deadpool, who can't kill and is cheap, is so determined that he doesn't want to say anything, no one can pry words from his mouth.

But the news he said is at best a non-referential gossip, and Deadpool is usually crazy and incoherent. Sylvia blinked at the widow and shook her head, so Natasha also Did not continue to hold on.

"Someone here needs help." Superman probably had an incident. He listened attentively for a while, and then proposed to end the call. "Anyway, I'm going to the universe soon."

At the same time, the perspective of the communication changed rapidly along with his flight, and the wind blew the little curly hair on his forehead up.

"Success." Before Superman hung up the phone, Tony snorted awkwardly: "If you are free, by the way, tell that big black bat what we just said."

Now the big blue man finally had a little smile in his blue eyes: "Why don't you say it yourself? Tony? It's just a matter of a phone call."

By the time he finished speaking, he had already reached the ground, and the Avengers directly watched him live broadcast a "Superman abuse of vegetables and robbers".

After he finished hitting, Tony rolled his eyes and continued: "Playboy and Playboy are incompatible."

In addition to Superman and Batman, the information sharing on Professor X's side is also indispensable.

As for whether to tell the Brotherhood... This is a family matter for the two leaders of the mutants, and the Avengers expressed that they don't want to get involved at all.

Clark laughed, picked up the robber and flew to the police station, then hung up the communication.

……

"Hey! Deadpool's father complained here for a long time, but [beep——] you backhandedly fed him dog food?!"

Superman hung up the video, and the Avengers began to adjourn. Sitting on a pool of blood, Deadpool stared wide-eyed, with his hands spread out, very angry.

At this moment, Friday has already arranged for the little clumsy hand to come in and clean it - after all, the conference table covered with blood can't be left just like this - the cute mechanical arm little clumsy hand tilts its "head", The basin and cloth filled with water seem to be struggling with whether this big pile of Deadpool is a part that needs to be "cleaned".

In short, no one pays attention to Jianjian, Jianjian's body hasn't grown well yet, and Jianjian is really a pitiful little flower.

So the little pitiful groaned loudly.

In this ecstasy background sound, the Avengers are determined, orderly packing up their things and preparing to go back to their posts.

However, before leaving, Steve stopped Sylvia with a gentle expression, and beside him was Barnes who had not spoken from the beginning to the end of the meeting.

"Thea, the King of Wakanda mentioned you when he sent us a message. Are you free these days?"

"—Bucky will go to Wakanda with you."

When he said this, he didn't avoid other people, and his voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone to hear.

Sylvia subconsciously wanted to see Tony, but she held back.

From the corner of her eye, she vaguely saw Tony's expression of "it's none of my business".

"When?" she asked out of the corner of her eye.

"The international meeting will be held a week later, and we have to get Bucky's inspection report before then. If there is no accident, they will propose to put Bucky on trial at the meeting."

Because he's his only weakness, Bucky was the perfect way to attack Steve and get him to back down when Steve was the leader of the Avengers.

But for the sake of the Avengers, Steve couldn't budge.

So they had to prove before that that Bucky was indeed being manipulated.

This may not avoid a trial.

But he hopes that Bucky can truly and normally appear in this world.

— not as the Winter Soldier, but as a heroic victim of World War II and tortured for decades afterwards.

Hydra has always been sorry for the country, not Bucky.

Tony was silent and didn't speak.

Even Deadpool's fake moans were lowered.

……

After making an appointment with the captain and the others, Sylvia and Peter left the base.

During the meeting, Little Spider was sitting at the end of the meeting room, and Sylvia was sitting next to the slides. The two of them went south and north, and there was no communication.

But when they left, the two of them still needed to go together - everyone else had their own room at the Avengers base in upstate New York, and although Steve and Bucky didn't go back to their room to go back to Brooklyn, they weren't in the same direction.

In this case, what they hadn't done before was inevitably put on the table again.

The two walked in silence for a while.

They have walked this path more than once, but it seems that they are taking a new and unpredictable path every time.

"Uh...it's still early, why don't you go to my house for a while? Aunt Mei is not at home." Little Spider almost bit his tongue just after he said this.

always feel a bit weird...

"No, I, I mean..." The red-faced brown-haired boy was at a loss, "We..."

"Look for a quiet place to talk?" Sylvia was also nervous, but when she saw Peter getting nervous like this, she became less nervous.

Peter pinched himself quietly: "Yes, yes, yes."

The girl nodded: "Then it's your home."

The tone was natural, and I didn't know whether to let Peter breathe a sigh of relief or hold his breath...

Peter could only: "..."

Sylvia didn't find it strange at all that the little spider said just now. In her eyes, "Peter" and "pure boy" were completely equated.

So they returned to Queens all the way "innocently", entered the apartment building, found the floor and unlocked the door (Peter found three wrong keys on the way), passed by the sofa where Tony's father had sat on his buttocks, and entered Peter's house. bedroom.

The door closed gradually, but not quite shut—Peter, being a very gentleman, had left a crack for the door—although in a house of only two people the door was as close as it could be.

Peter's room has not changed much from the last time Sylvia came.

A map and several partitions are hung on the light green wall, some cardboard boxes and books are piled together, a shoulder bag and coat are hung on the long hook, and several brightly colored decorative paintings are hung on the Next to the desk, the desk lamp is silver, not turned on, and there is a pair of checkers beside the desk lamp...

Oh, yes, and the LEGO Death Star bricks on the bookshelf - it looks almost finished, and it's so brightly lit by the sun.

It's a little messy, but not too messy, and it looks very lived-in and very... personal.

Silvia suddenly felt a little bored.

……

Peter was almost suffocating.

With stiff hands and feet, he took out the swivel chair that matched the desk, put the exercise books and pens that fell on the swivel chair back on the table, pushed it to Thea's side and let her sit down, and then found that he had no place to sit and could only sit On the bed or on the floor, and then found that he didn't seem to be ready to drink. I don't know if there is orange juice or Coke in the refrigerator...

Sylvia stopped Peter before he wanted to go to the kitchen to find a drink: "Are you thirsty? I'm not very thirsty, if you want to drink water, just pour it..."

Peter stopped when he wanted to go out, and stood back in front of her: "I'm not thirsty either..."

The desk was a little far away from the bed, and he was standing taller than Thea who was sitting, so he hesitated for a while and squatted on the ground with one knee, looking at the same level as Thea.

Sylvia's legs were weak when she was sitting: "..." Why is this posture so similar to a marriage proposal.

Peter also realized that he could only change his posture awkwardly and sit cross-legged on the ground, but Sylvia felt that she was much taller than him. The two looked at each other for a while, and the girl simply sat cross-legged on the ground.

The two of them spent a long time on the problem of posture, almost sweating.

Fortunately, they were finally on eye level.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and they separated uncomfortably. Outside the wide-open shutters, there were noises from neighbors' children after school, and the sound of the engines of cars passing by after get off work...but none of them could beat the nervous young man's bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang heartbeat.

"We are now..." Peter was the first to speak, "Are we together?"

Sylvia glanced at him quickly. She wanted to take a look and look away, but was caught by the other's stubborn brown eyes in the middle.

The words were interrogative sentences, but Peter's tone turned them into declarative sentences that he did not want to be changed.

The boy's ears were still red, but the expression on his face was so solemn and calm that it made Sylvia feel that she saw in his eyes...

I saw stubborn stones, sinking wood, tree rings, otoliths of sturgeon... or other things that are thick and can withstand the wind and frost.

This look made Sylvia's rhetorical question "What do you say?" that was almost on the verge of her mouth, out of the shyness and restraint of Chinese nature, dissipated in her mouth, replaced by an almost blurted, determined, Wanting to return the same solemnity and commitment: "Yes, Mr. Parker. I hope this will be a long-lasting relationship than I imagined."

Peter's eyes suddenly lit up - Sylvia always thought that the so-called "eyes brightened" were mostly metaphors, until she saw the boy she liked in front of her eyes make this expression.

From the changes in the subtle eyebrows and eyes, from the trembling frequency of eyelashes to the rapidity of breathing... this word is vividly implemented everywhere on his face.

This discovery made the girl's heart feel like soaking in a soft hot spring. She didn't realize the smile on her face, nor did she realize that the distance between the two was getting closer.

In the room, the orangey evening sunlight illuminates the fine dust in the air.

Before the tips of his noses touched, Peter held her face in his hands, the sweat from his palms scorching her skin.

"May I?"

he asked in a barely audible breath.

Sylvia was going to ignore the question, and Peter wasn't going to actually get an answer.

This scene seems to be a repeat of the confession on the rooftop in the afternoon, everything is natural, like water flowing from high to low...

"...Peter?!"

A hoarse female voice mixed with sleepiness, as if just waking up, sounded as the door was pushed open.

Aunt Mei, who was wearing a small orange suspender, was pushing the door with one hand and brushing her long curly hair back with the other, standing outside the door, maintaining the posture of stepping in with one foot and keeping the other foot outside, gasping in shock. .

Following this breath, Sylvia and Peter, who had excellent hearing but didn't hear anything, suddenly separated, and they all gasped.

"you you……"

Mei's long and slender fingers twirled stiffly between the two of them, and suddenly her whole body shook, a beautiful, gentle, and exaggerated smile appeared on her face.

"Come on! Keep going!"

"..."

"..."