[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

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They saw two or three bastard-looking men rushing out of a bank counter not far from the front of the airport bus, holding guns and bags full of dollar bills, and striding away carelessly. The Midtown High School team stared at the dog. stay.

It is not surprising that some of the returning passengers who were originally citizens of Gotham City were also on the same airport bus.

The members of the team—the Asian girl Cindy and the black boy Abe—looked at each other, and they all saw "Fuck" in each other's eyes.

Only Lightning looked at the guns and dollar bills in the hands of the robbers and whistled: "Cool..."

Liz, the student leader, turned to give him a glare, pulled out her phone and called the police.

There are four seats in a row on the bus, and the students from Midtown High School occupy the second half of the seats.

In the last row of the bus, two teenagers and a girl were sitting together, and the fat guy Ned was the only one in the middle who took up two seats.

Taking Ned as the dividing line, the girl on the left has strange instant noodle bangs, folds her hands on her chest, and is frowning looking out the window;

On Ned's right, the brown-haired teenager Peter Parker had no idea what was going on outside, his forehead drooped on the back of the front seat, shaking with the shaking of the car, he seemed to be sleeping.

——Because there was no danger, the weak spider sense didn't wake him up.

"Cough..." Mr. Harrington coughed.

"In short, let's take a rest after arriving at the Wayne Hotel. The Wayne Hotel has a lot of facilities! Everyone should be quiet at night, just stroll around the hotel and don't go out."

The boys and girls let out a wail in unison.

Although we know that the Wayne Hotel is very expensive and luxurious, it is always tempting to "go out" after arriving in a new place.

Nightlife hey!How can you do this!

Although I saw someone robbing a bank just now, the real horror of Gotham has not been realized by the teenagers. In other words, in most people's minds, bad things won't happen to them so badly.

Mr. Harrington shook his head and decided to supervise the evening himself.

However, everyone's wailing finally woke Peter up.

The brown-haired boy raised his head in a daze. There was a red sleep mark on his forehead, his eye circles were also a little red from sleep, and the back of his head poked his hair.

He let out a vague voice: "Ang?"

At this time, everyone just finished wailing, and for some reason, they became quiet. Peter's "ang" directly pierced the silence of the entire carriage, and the monosyllable of the soda sound was particularly obvious.

Ned: "..." Wake up, big brother, you just missed an event where Spiderman appeared, brother.

Lightning's yin and yang weirdness: "Baby Parker finally woke up ~ Do you want to drink milk~"

Peter subconsciously: "Would you like to drink? Do you have breasts?"

lightning:"………………"

Peter: "........."

Lightning & Peter: "Whoa!..."

……

The incident on the airport bus directly affected Peter's mood for the rest of the day.

Lightning now walks around him when he sees him, acting strangely (although he has always been acting strangely towards him), and Peter is happy not to see him...God knows he just wants to go back in a daze!

As a result, one thousand enemies were injured and eight hundred were self-damaged.

He didn't sleep much last night, tossing and turning in bed thinking about what Sylvia said.

The girl's words "Spiderman is just like I thought...he's awesome" echoed in his mind over and over again, tickling his limbs like a spider sense.

It seems that there is still the feeling of hugging the waist and knees of the little friend in the hands, and the hands of the girl tightly hugging his neck and shoulder blades. The inconspicuous smell of peppermint shampoo in the long black hair blows in the night wind. The clean face is half hidden under the hair.

The more nervous and frightened Thea was, the calmer her face would be, but she didn't know that her eyelashes kept shaking when she was nervous, like heavy ink stains.

Every time before, he didn't expose her, but this time he said "don't be afraid".

How could he let her fall, of course he could tell her not to be afraid.

——Spider-Man, a good neighbor of New Yorkers, will protect her.

He remembered his heartbeat that was about to jump out, the cool night wind between the New York buildings couldn't blow away the heat on his cheeks, he was swaying between buildings, but he could see the roof of the building when he looked up A pair of calves exposed, and a long shirt under the legs...

And Thea, who smiled and poked her head out to laugh at him.

She must have no idea how red his face was under the mask when he sent her back at the end—fortunately, the spider suit is insulated, otherwise his palms would be hot when he hugged her.

The hot feeling didn't go away until he took a shower and went to bed.

"...Peter...Peter, why are you so red?"

The fat guy looked at his good friend worriedly and strangely, and couldn't help but waved his hand in front of him.

Then the opponent's hand was like a spider attacking a moving prey. It reacted so quickly and grabbed his with a "snap", almost dislocating his palm.

"Fuck!..."

……

"Ned, I was wrong."

When packing, Peter took Ned's share without complaint.

Ned clutched his sore wrist, groaned and slumped on the bed and opened the biscuit tin with one hand, while asking with great interest: "How strong is your spider? I just saw that your reaction is super-quick! "

Since the other party was injured, Peter answered a few words in a more tempered manner.

Ned settled down contentedly, and wrote and drew in his little notebook.

After a while...

"But why did you blush just now?"

"I said brother, you don't really like Eugene, do you..."

Peter just finished packing and was about to take a sip of water: "Pfft—"

He suddenly jumped to the door and closed it with a bang, his face and collar was still stained with sprayed water, and he growled like a ghost: "You, you, you, me!"

Only then did Ned remember that Lightning, Abe, and the teacher lived opposite him, and he quickly zipped his mouth.

No matter how rich and powerful the sponsor Lex Luthor is, it is not enough to give every ordinary contestant a luxurious presidential bedroom.

The room provided by the "Academic Decathlon" is a standard family suite for two or three people with one bedroom and two bedrooms combined into one suite, which is just right for the boys to share with the teacher, and then three girls can occupy another suite exclusively.

Although it is not as luxurious as a single room, the hotel of the Wayne Group is still very stylish. As soon as a few students found their own beds, they couldn't wait to roll around twice. It was time to tidy up, eat, and take a nap.

Because of Ned's hand pain and Peter working two jobs, when Ned and Peter finished packing and went down to the restaurant on the second floor to look for food, they happened to meet Liz, Cindy and Michelle.

The girls have all taken off their uniform jackets, wearing their own short sleeves or skirts, and they are chatting enthusiastically together (MJ is mainly responsible for listening and occasional sharp complaints).

……

"Yo, Parker."

The first to notice the two teenagers coming was Michelle who was just facing them.

In front of her was a plate of pasta with avocado, coriander salad, and a small pile of plump red caviar, and she said hello with one cool hand.

"Hi MJ!" Peter scratched his head. "Hi Liz! Hi Cindy!"

Ned also raised his paw which was not blue in greeting.

Liz and Cindy turned around to say hello, and told the two boys where the plate and the self-service entrance were.

After Peter and Ned thanked them, they went to the long self-help table covered by the flower bed.

Looking at the back of the boy who turned and left, the three girls all felt that Peter Parker has been a little different lately—behavior?Hair and clothing?It seems that none of them can fully sum up.

I can't tell exactly what's different, but all in all, this is a girl's intuition.

"I feel……"

Banhua Liz, who still cares more about fashion, has sharp eyes.

"Parker's clothes are pretty good lately," she said.

MJ made a short and sharp supplement: "Since I attended the party last time."

After hearing what the two of them said, Cindy turned her head to look again, and only had time to catch a glimpse of a little hem around the corner.

She thought about it for a while: "... Indeed, I haven't discovered it if you don't tell me."

Then, the topic of the girls suddenly shifted to a strange direction.

By the time the two boys came over with grilled kohlrabi, black pepper steak, Canadian lobster, tuna nigiri sushi, matcha maple syrup with ice cream balls... and other invincible mix and match dishes, the girls were already discussing Questions about various clothing and cosmetic brands.

The straight man Peter and the straight man Ned looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and felt that they couldn't get into the topic, so they didn't choose to sit with them, but found a seat separated by a bush of green plants, and had a good meal.

"Wayne...%...￥@...group...&%...'s...hotel's buffet..."

Ned munched on a portion of smoked salmon, slurping his mouthfuls.

"……really not bad!"

"Wow dude what's on your plate?"

"It's mustard," said Peter.

He is struggling with sushi, and just picked a piece of green wasabi bravely, ready to mix it in Japanese soy sauce, and then dip it with his hands-this is a method that Sylvia especially likes , It is said that the proportion of mustard is more even in this way, he is a little curious.

Ned, who couldn't eat mustard, gave him the thumbs up.

Peter dipped the soy sauce mixed with wasabi into a cloudy brown with a heroic expression, and was about to put it in his mouth, when suddenly he felt a chill down his spine, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

He turned his head abruptly and looked to the side.

I happened to see a group of people in suits and leather shoes coming from the direction of the elevator, and with the appearance of that group of people—or, the appearance of the man at the head of that group of people—the whole restaurant was noisy.

And the person who gave him a chill was glancing in this direction, with a playboy standard smile on his lips.

who is it?Who else?

Gotham's little prince.

Bruce baby.

……

"WTF...it's so pretty..."

Peter heard the murmur of his good friend, and when he turned his head, he found that Ned was facing Bruce Wayne with his mouth slightly open, with a wisp of sauce hanging on his lips.

Peter: "..." Wait a minute.

Peter was shocked.

He really really didn't know that his little friend was good at this.

Although Bruce Wayne and his idol Tony Stark can be called the TOP1 and 2 super diamond bachelors in the United States (the rankings are always exchanged in turn), he definitely has a good look that is enough to attract women to follow suit, but it does not Doesn't it mean that he has to accept the fact that good friends are drooling at each other? ? ?

"Ned...you..."

"Levlin is really a goddess QwQ..."

The words of the two teenagers sitting face to face sounded at the same time.

Peter abruptly swallowed back the words after "You..." and felt that he must have been brainwashed by the words of Thea and Deadpool recently, so he always had so many unreliable thoughts.

He turned his head following Ned's line of sight again, only to realize that Bruce Wayne had stopped looking this way, and beside him, the female companion who had just been blocked by his tall and muscular body was also revealed .

With blond hair and blue eyes, her face glows like cream in the sun, and her royal blue mermaid skirt complements her fair skin and graceful figure. She is undoubtedly a stunner who can be on the cover of "Playboy".

No, maybe she's on the cover of Playboy this month?

The brown-haired boy scratched his head uncertainly.

It's the Leif that Ned said... What's the matter with Leif?

Will Mr. Stark be so angry that he grows tall (no) again?

……do not care.

But speaking of it, this Master Wayne's figure is really amazing.

It is absolutely impossible for a super-rich second-generation who really spends his days and nights to develop such solid muscles even if he spends his time in the gym every day.

Spiderman himself touched his abdominal muscles subconsciously, and looked enviously at the muscle lines of the opponent's shirt.

It really is...

Batman.

……

Peter and Ned stared at that side for too long, and even the three girls walking together who were looking at the pedestrian couldn't help but look away.

The girl with instant noodle bangs raised her chin halfway, half-squinted her sharp black eyes, turned twice in the distance between the hall and the dining table here, and hummed a staccato syllable from her nasal cavity.

"Oh, damn gay."

Liz: "..."

Cindy: "..."

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The author has something to say:

Michelle is just complaining that they act like gay_(:зゝ∠)_

It's not that she's judging the sexual orientation of the three b(￣▽￣)d

After all, MJ is the future pillar of the FBI [no