[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

"...The Worthington family has a very secluded suburban manor in New York."

Aya, who still wanted to eat potato chips very much, just touched a new piece with her hand, and before she had time to bring it to her mouth, she felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit wrong.

The girl who was still wearing the big black robe was holding the cucumber-flavored potato chip bag with one hand, and the other hand was still in the posture of reaching into the opening. She raised her head with extreme vigilance, but found that everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Aya:? ? ?

Of all the gazes, one by the wall is particularly focused.

Aya raised her head and looked in the direction of her gaze.

Her light amber eyes widened a little at the sight of Warren Worthington, and after a long look she said suddenly, "Ah, Angel."

Li Qianhuan thought to himself: Oh, Angel's name is really easy to guess. His code name is the best guess among everyone, but Warren, who is so tsundere, doesn't like people calling him "Angel" all the time...

Warren: "Yeah."

Li Qianhuan: ...? ? ?

An inexplicable silence pervaded the entire room.

This kind of silence reached its peak when Aya finished eating the potato chips in her hand and said vaguely, "Your wings have gained a lot of weight..."

Sylvia's eyes turned around among the two people: "...do you know each other?"

Warren: "Yeah. As a kid."

Aya: "I raised him!"

Warren: "…um."

other people:? ? ?

Kuaiyin was so frightened that he adjusted his goggles. Li Qianhuan's eyes brightened and he filled in his brain with the 3w word to develop a small sweet essay. The professor and Qin looked at it suddenly with thoughtful expressions...

Sylvia: "?!?!"

At this moment, she really wanted to call Master Worthington...

Sun!smash!

……

Aya eventually left with Warren.

Sylvia looked at her eating potato chips while crossing the space door with the eyes of a daughter. She felt that her cabbage was really sweet and white. It took a while to realize that she forgot to settle bilibili with her ...

The Avengers and the X-Men have a lot to deal with, and they don't have the heart to engage in tug-of-war with politicians right now.

So, after a brief confession and discussion of follow-up matters, everyone who should return to New York returned to New York, and those who should return to West Chester returned to West Chester, leaving only one building surrounded by the troops who came later. An empty villa with no people.

The Secretary of State was so angry that he lost a layer of hair that night, and his hairline abruptly approached the British guy.

But now they are exhausted just dealing with the public opinion of the explosion and the pressure from various countries—Amanda Waller is unconscious, and the evidence of the government's mutant experiments has been released...

In short, there is no time to trouble the Avengers and mutants now.

As for the other players?

They can't control Superman, and Batman doesn't even know who the other party is.

The new ability user Sylvia currently code-named "Dimensional Mage/Miss Data/Virtual Monitor/Prophet/... balabala" is not difficult to find. According to the facial recognition system, her identity, school status, and entry records can be found.

But another little girl who looks exactly like her and has the same ability... is simply "no such person"!

—they even began to wonder if Sylvia had mitotically split into another herself.

The new ability user only appeared once, and created such a big scene in one time, the officials were really scratching their heads trying to figure out her ability range and weaknesses.

But on the one hand, the other party seems to have a good relationship with the Avengers and X Academy, coupled with unknown abilities, it is not easy to force it.

On the other hand, Sylvia's personal background is very simple. The United States can easily get her information, so can other countries, especially her nationality is "Chinese". U.S. citizens.

This led to the group of yellow-skinned people who are always smiling but cheating people out of their lives... It was only natural for them to intervene.

The US government: bald with anger.

……

Sylvia, who didn't know that her motherland had intervened, was still in Gotham at this time.

Everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers, but Peter couldn't go back to Queens because he had to go back to his classmates and teachers-although he didn't know whether the academic decathlon competition for high school students would still be held after such a big incident. Whether to continue or not, he still has to advance and retreat with everyone.

Sylvia has nowhere to go.

There must be all kinds of surveillance and agents around West Chester's small villa at the moment, she doesn't really want to go back;

On the side of the Avengers, because she concealed the matter of the Winter Soldier, she didn't dare to face Tony's father, and she couldn't go;

On the side of Academy X, the people in black robes were taken away by the professors, and Sylvia didn't want to and didn't dare to see X-24 and the "White Queen" again.

After the girl found a reason for herself, when the little spider looked at her with indescribable eyes for a while and asked, "Want to go for a walk together?", she followed Peter who had changed his uniform and walked back to Wayne. The hotel is on the way.

Her mind was so chaotic that she subconsciously ignored the faint touch in her heart—the kind of steadfast dependence that arose when she was on the edge of fusion, in a trance, and after hearing the boy's unabashedly anxious cries.

Humans are creatures who are afraid of loneliness. After experiencing ups and downs and strong negative emotions, they will always move closer to the light more involuntarily.

Sylvia used to think that she was very used to being alone.

Especially after the second grandfather passed away, she felt that she had practiced magical skills and was invulnerable.

But habits can be broken. It takes 21 days to form a habit, but sometimes, a moment is enough to collapse a habit that has persisted for several years.

When you walk a long night road alone, the night owls are silent, and suddenly someone comes over to help carry the lamp, it is difficult for you to endure the path without light.

Just like now, although the night lights of Gotham are extremely dim, when Sylvia sees the outline of the light on Peter's curly head and face, her heart that has been up and down all night, unexpectedly Miraculously settled down.

……

"Peter."

Sylvia's voice muffled out of the mask.

——Before leaving Stark's villa, Sylvia dug out some things to cover her face, while Peter changed into a spare T-shirt and slacks in the villa.

The two of them walked quietly on the road for a while, because the perpetrators were subconsciously stunned by Sylvia when Gotham was mirrored before, but now there are no people who don't have long-sighted people. The most peaceful night in Gotham history.

Sylvia was restless all the way, but Peter was not much better.

In the young man's heart, a mess of emotions was mixed up, like a web that was tied into a knot after being blinded by spiders: the matter of Sergeant Barnes, the relationship between clones and the government, the thought that Sylvie Ya's fear of "disappearing", the shock she received after seeing the video content...

——The complexity in his heart is not much less than that of Sylvia.

If it wasn't for the spider-enhanced hearing, he might have ignored Sylvia's voice.

Peter came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Sylvia: "Huh?"

He was a head taller than the girl, and when he looked down at her he could just see the top of her shaggy head, a small dimple in her black hair, and the long amber eyelashes that covered her.

When she looked up at him, those eyes were clearer than flowing maple syrup, filled with unknown emotions, and he couldn't help thinking... thinking about what?

Peter's brain froze for a moment.

He kind of wanted to reach out and touch her eyes, to touch the corners of her eyes, to make his fingertips touch the warmth of her skin, he would put away the barbs of his fingertips, would...

No, Peter, what are you thinking.

……

Then the next moment, he didn't think about anything.

Because Sylvia just looked at him like this for a while, and then maintained this gaze at him, leaned over, wrapped her arms around his waist, brushed his waist along the gap between the elbow and the waistline Back, and then staggered and closed on his shoulder blades.

The heat of her arms and body made him stiff.

It was obvious that Sylvia's movements seemed to be slowed down at 0.25x speed in his eyes, and the boy didn't react.

——Or, he didn't want to react at all.

The heartbeat was fast and slow, "Boom, boom, boom", it didn't look like his own, the young man subconsciously held his breath, not wanting the too chaotic rhythm to break the current state.

His head is a little fuzzy, he doesn't know what's going on now,

Because of her height, Sylvia stood on tiptoe, with her chin resting on the boy's shoulder. She probably felt that the mask was in the way. She stretched her hand against his shoulder, pulled it down, and then turned her head. Leaning to his ear, said:

"Thank you."

At the beginning, the girl's voice was steady, but after the short words were over, she couldn't hold back a little crying.

Sylvia spoke lightly.

But there seemed to be an extremely clear buzzing in Peter's ears.

Her slightly trembling end note, the hot air from between her lips and teeth, the itchy warmth of her curly black hair brushing against his neck and chin, the softness of her body when she hugged him...

All together, like a flexible bow.

And he, became the strings being moved by the bow.

Don't dare to tighten it - if you tighten it, you are afraid that it will be too tough and hurt the bow;

I dare not relax even more - I am afraid that the bow will not be able to produce a suitable vibrato after relaxing.

The proportion and speed between this is almost comparable to the super problem of the decathlon competition, which cannot be solved.

……

Sylvia gave Peter a big hug.

The boy's embrace was much firmer than he looked, which made her nasal cavity ache in the middle of the journey, and she almost couldn't control her weak expression.

When she realized it, her eye sockets were already a little uncontrollably red, but she still restrained herself and slowly withdrew her strength, wanting to end this short thank you and hug.

She was a little scared.

Afraid of his subconscious weakness when facing Peter.

This awareness felt strange to her: strange emotions and a strange self.

It is wrong to be redundantly dependent, and it is also wrong to put one's own vulnerability on others.

What the smelly old man said always makes sense: I am the most reliable, and I will never lose it.

There's even something deeper that she's not aware of...

"That's not yours." Deep in her heart, her own voice was terrifyingly calm, "Peter has his own responsibilities, he has a girl he likes, Liz... Liz is a good girl."

Sylvia felt like a shameful and dirty vampire, desperately trying to drag the sun in her direction, but forgot what the price of embracing the sun was.

In such a state of confusion, the girl's face became more and more calm. Her arm slid from Peter's shoulder and returned along the original path. Just as she was about to leave the waistline, the body of the boy under her suddenly bumped forward.

——The bow wants to retract the vibrato, and the strings that are still trapped in the echo linger along the friction force.

Peter hugged a little harder, but Sylvia didn't say anything, and the fingers that were about to leave his waist grabbed the corner of his clothes.

It was like light hitting the palm of her hand.