[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

New York, suburbs.

Since the Battle of New York, the recovery of Chitauri weapons has been completed by the disaster control department and Stark Industries in cooperation. After many years, the trauma left by the Battle of New York has gradually healed, but the recovery of weapons from that war is not optimistic.

The appearance of Vulture and his party was not accidental.

On the temporary battlefield far away from the residential area, the combination of Iron Man and Spider-Man showed a strange tacit understanding. While Natasha and Barton blocked the way out of a few minions neatly, they occasionally looked up at the sky and swung around Spider-Man, and the gold-red steel armor that occasionally added a few shots after the opponent shot the spider silk.

"Xiaona, do you think Stark is raising a son?" Pulling out the paralyzing arrow and shooting it fiercely, Fei Jiu still has the heart to chat with the Black Widow through the communication.

The corners of Natasha's lips curled into a smile, her feet lifted off the ground and slammed into the neck of a big bald man, she simply unloaded the pistol in the opponent's hand, and flicked her hair: "It's very suitable for an opponent of this level to practice. "

While they were talking, Spiderman, who was fighting with the vulture, shot out spider webs with both hands, grabbed the opponent's wings abruptly, and was taken into the air by the vulture.

Stark spewed out fireworks from his hands and feet, and followed up in the air, but he didn't shoot directly, allowing the Young Avengers to form horns with each other like a real spider-although the business is not very skilled, but Not prevailing.

"You..." The vulture was irritated by him, and was about to cut the spider silk with its mechanical wings, but suddenly heard a "bili~bili~" explode in his ear.

The cute and vigilant notification sound slowed the vulture's movement by half a beat.

The scene of Gotham is still vivid in my mind. As one of the parties involved in the mirror world, Vulture's first reaction was the appearance of the morning star, and he immediately put his mind and body on guard.

Although he was a little surprised, Peter, who was undoubtedly more used to the voice than the other party, immediately seized the opportunity and gave the other party a hard elbow, chopping the other party until he passed out.

...and then he was successfully amputated by Tony's father, who had quick eyesight and quick hands.

"If you want me to say, kid, you should think about Plan B before fighting, such as what to do if you fall." Tony's voice came from under the armor.

He slipped a man's arm in one hand, and said as he descended, "...Wait, I sound a bit like the big bat in Gotham?"

Natasha and Button rolled their eyes when they heard this.

Peter, who was sure that the vulture had fainted, didn't intend to refute anything. The personnel from the disaster control department arrived again late, and while sitting in the car back to Manhattan, he turned on his cell phone.

The title of the video pushed to him by the Sao Pink APP gave him an ominous premonition.

"Wade and Peter?" Fat Jiu, who was sitting next to him, took a glance and read out loud.

At this moment, Peter couldn't do it if he wanted to quit Mimi quietly. The boss Stark who was driving directly asked Friday to play the video that was also pushed to his mobile phone.

"ImeethimeverymorningAt'bouthalf-pasteight (I meet him every morning at 08:30)~I'mactinglikealovesickfool (I act like a fool tortured by love)~"

The cheerful little love song appeared together with the plot of "Cute Second Generation Pretty Bodyguard", successfully washing away all the luck in Peter's heart.

Natasha looked at the note of "UP Master: Forest Girl Sylvia", her eyebrows raised higher and higher.

She patted the young man's shoulder with great interest, successfully, without trace, and retired, and perfectly suppressed the other party's movements that wanted to pounce on him to turn off the video.

On the screen, Deadpool, who rarely wears a white shirt and jeans, but still wears a uniform and an afro wig, is scribbling on the canvas with a paintbrush.

Before everyone could wonder what kind of development this was, an oil painting suddenly appeared on the canvas:

"Peter Parker" with black hair and red lips, cute tight-fitting bunny girl, and white fluffy edges on the bottom of the shorts. On the canvas, he winks at the camera with one eye, provocative corners of his mouth, and coquettish poses...

[Little Peter, be good~ open the door~ hurry up~]

[The eye of the beholder is a big guy in women's clothing [manually funny]

[Damn it, you're so demonic]

[cute, think...]

Peter: "..."

Natasha & Barton: "..."

Tony: "..."

Then Tony, who drove the car, successfully drove the car into the curb :)

"Due to your excessive emotion, Boss, I suggest that you turn on autopilot next time you drive to watch "Playboy." A warm reminder on Friday to calmly take control of the sports car and steer the car on the right track .

Tony snapped back into place by seat belt: "...hey girl I've never done that before."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Friday to speak, he touched his chin: "But I'd like to appreciate this kind of thing once in a while."

Bunny girl Benro: "...Mr. Stark Q^Q!"

However, before the boss could continue to be happy, a series of subtitles suddenly floated on the barrage:

[[Yellow Letter] Mrs. Thea, do you still remember that she promised women's clothing group portrait...]

[[Yellow characters] Hammer Brother, Jimei Didi, Big Breast Sweetheart, Short Leg Ni, Braised Egg Director, EC Husband and wife... none of them can escape...b(￣▽￣)d]

[Wow, you can do it! ]

[Wow I'm thinking...]

[↑Top yellow words go up↑]

[↑Let Mori see it↑]

Shortlegs: ...wait a minute.

At this moment, when Fei Jiu saw the "group portrait of women's clothing", his limp legs were suddenly filled with strength, and he held Natasha's hand expectantly: "...so without me, isn't it qwq?"

Natasha rubbed his dog's head with an inexplicable smile.

"Friday, get in touch with this kid's girlfriend..." Tie Can'er, who reacted extremely quickly, immediately decided to eliminate this sign in his infancy, "Your girl, you can handle it, boy, this is your assessment before joining the Avengers One of the missions!"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Peter, and the latter had no doubt that he heard the "threat from his parents".

But he also wanted to cry, because his girlfriend made his own CP edit and wore women's clothes...

I'm afraid he has become a fake boyfriend...Q^Q

"Boss, Miss Sylvia's communication was not answered, and Mr. Rogers also lost contact. There is no signal blocking problem."

There was a silence in the car, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

……

Illusory World, Hangcheng.

"you like him?"

A soft and dependent body came up from behind.

Very skilfully and very slowly, Aya stretched out a hand from Sylvia's waist, and pointed to the bowl of cantaloupe that was put aside with her fingertips.

"I thought you liked Barnes better," said the little girl slowly.

Sylvia responded by gagging her mouth with a piece of cantaloupe.

And after eating the melon, Aya didn't give up on her question, and asked again slowly.

——She seldom asks the bottom line like this.

Sylvia didn't know for a moment whether she should be happy that her autistic sister had a question she was interested in, or whether she should be troubled that the other party's question seemed not quite right—as if she was not simply asking such a question, but brought Some special metaphor.

So she just hugged the other person's waist to prevent her from slipping down, and said lightly, "...I like heroes."

Aya's eyes flickered.

"So you're going to be a hero?"

"……why would you say so?"

"Because..." Aya paused, her voice was low, "youaremyhero..." You are my hero.

This sentence is not the first time she said it.

But, once again, some not-so-good memories came to Sylvia's mind:

She and Aya were twins, but they didn't live together when they were young. After their parents divorced, according to some kind of customary practice, one followed the father and the other followed the mother...

That's what I said, but in fact she was left in the house by her father to be taken care of by a nanny, and Aya didn't seem to be much better. Her mother was more addicted to work than her father. Anyway, wait until she sees this younger sister again At the time, the other party was already a silent and autistic look.

In fact, if the second grandpa hadn't taken her away from her father, she might have been a replica of Aya's previous appearance.

So Sylvia has a natural apology for her.

——It's not just the elder sister's sympathy for the younger sister, carefully speaking, this kind of apology is more like, under the same circumstances... the shame of the lucky ones for the unfortunate ones.

"If I'm not your sister." The little pity on the shoulder asked.

"Do you love me."

……

Africa, Wakanda.

Strange sword rubbing sounds and splashing golden-orange sparks filled the entire experimental base.

For the supreme mage who possesses both the magic cloak and the eye of Agamotto, it is not a big deal to suppress a person who has lived for a long time, but most of his power has been destroyed along with the parallel world. difficult things.

Even the illusionist himself didn't try to resist too much, he manipulated this unsuitable body, although he was at a disadvantage, he still smiled confidently.

"It's not about me, Strange."

Another fight in mid-air, the illusionist who was rolled up into a spring roll by the cloak couldn't move his fingers, so he laughed hoarsely.

"This does not violate the laws of the plane, it is just a reasonable transaction... and neither you nor Kama Taj have the right to stop this transaction."

Strange: "...with whom."

"What do you think?" The other party twisted his neck, implying something, "If it wasn't for Lin Yanzhi, that poor old man who was full and supporting himself... I would have gotten this body that still satisfies me 16 years ago. .”

Su Rui was stunned behind her brother, poked T'Challa's waist, and whispered to him: "Isn't this the year when Mr. Lin came to Wakanda to ask about how to get a heart?"

T'Challa glanced at her and made a "shh" gesture on his lips.

Su Rui pouted and zipped his mouth, but just happened to see that the communication device in his brother's hand seemed to be on, and he was communicating with the two parties, or unilaterally sending messages to the other party.

—One is Worthington, the other is Stark.

……

"If that person wants a body, then the person who originally had the body wants..."

The brown-haired boy's voice was stuck in his throat, low and hoarse, with self-control panic, the last name almost blurted out, and then was blocked by some emotion.

"Peter..." Natasha stretched out her hand from the back seat and pressed the other person's shoulder, her voice was low and soft, "Calm down, Doctor Strange is here, he knows more about magic than us."

Peter's shoulders trembled, he stared at the direction of the communicator, his eyes were red, and he growled something in a low voice.

"That's not Thea's fault...she was four 16 years ago!"

"She was just born 16 years ago." Another communication channel, Worthington III's voice suddenly interjected.

His voice sounded tired and flustered, no better than Peter's—it was Aya.

"This is not the time to argue about this, boys." Natasha interrupted their possible confrontation.

"It was the old monster who quietly tampered with the heart, and it was Mr. Lin who took out the heart. The most convincing guess at present is that the other party tried to seduce Aya 16 years ago, and Mr. Lin even planned for Aya. There is a way out—if there is no problem now, everything should go well, and the heart was returned to Aya by Thea—so there is no point in arguing! Gentlemen, think about countermeasures.”

Countermeasures, what countermeasures?

At the stagnant stall, the voices of illusionists, both male and female, came from the other end of the communicator.

"I gave that poor child a perfect dream."

"Freedom of power, a normal and warm body, unfettered freedom..."

"She's a smart and ambitious girl..."

"And I, waiting to receive her fruit."

……

"If I'm not your sister." The little pity on the shoulder asked, "Do you love me?"

Sylvia was taken aback, and the black screen of the computer reflected Aya's pale face with no ups and downs, as well as her own face—it was clearly the same face, but it could be seen at a glance, this is a life experience Two very different people.

"If I'm bad and selfish..." the man on the screen asks, "Would you still love me?"

It was Sylvia who responded with a laugh: "Blood relationship is not a prerequisite for me to love someone." It's like she doesn't love their father, nor does she love their mother... probably because she doesn't love of.

For the second question, she paused for a long time.

"You know, Nanya." This time she called her name, "Badness is hard to define, and so is selfishness. Sometimes they go hand in hand, but sometimes bad doesn't mean selfish, and selfishness doesn't have to be bad of……"

"I have no right to ask you...according to my expectations..."

"Be a good person in my opinion."

"Your love and hate are free."

"—just like Zemo."