[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

In Sylvia's 20 years of life, the most exciting time is the whole year when she was 20 years old.

She crossed the barriers between the world and the world, Two-dimensionalized the entire Gotham, found another self, and then hugged a pig in the underground vault of the Swiss Bank with a safety factor:)

When I think that other people are guarded by bodyguards, using safes to hide valuable property, and leaving through the secret passage of the Swiss bank... But she is upright, holding the ghostly gaze of a well-professional staff, holding two meters from the front door. The giant pig left...

Sylvia thinks 20 years have been so fucking fulfilled :)

As soon as she got out of the bank, she couldn't wait to change her face. The girl walked around with a two-meter pig for more than ten minutes, and left Switzerland in an alley that was not covered by surveillance.

At the same time, in Queens, New York, Peter Parker, carrying a backpack, also bid farewell to Aunt May and left the house.

Winning the decathlon obviously brought too much surprise to Mei. Not only did she generously take Peter and Ned to have a super delicious steak, but she also happily let her nephew have a good time on the weekend. Playing, even the access control has been pushed back.

But what Mei didn't know was that her nephew, the obedient nephew, didn't relax on the weekend as she thought. Instead, he stalked the parent of a female classmate in another unrevealable way...

"You have to explain to me! Brother!"

In Ned's typical nerd-style room, the fat guy who sat cross-legged on the bed and manipulated the computer brushed his hair, and yelled unbelievably while monitoring the screen according to Peter's request.

"Who do you say you want to spy on? Liz's father?"

Sitting cross-legged across from him, the brown-haired boy with part of the spider suit exposed under the collar also shaved his hair, and nodded with a bitter face: "Yes, on the night of winning, I took advantage of him to come to see Liz and glued the monitor spider to the ground. On him..."

"No, no, no, that's not the point..." Ned shook his head while watching the moving bright spots on the screen, shook his head once, and said a word, "The point, isn't it you, why, want, follow, one, female Classmate, your father?"

Ned put the accent on the phrase "schoolgirl."

Before Peter could open his mouth, the fat guy leaned closer to gossip again: "Don't you like Miss Witch? Don't tell me that you have empathized with your brother. Not only have you empathized with me, but you are also an idiot!"

Peter suddenly: "No! I'm not! I don't!"

Ned let out an "oh", relieved, and continued to monitor.

Two seconds later, he jerked violently, his whole body trembling like a hill: "Wait, wait, wait! Wait!"

Incoherent fat guy: "What did you just deny?"

Peter: "...transcendence to be an idiot?"

Ned covered his face: "So you admit that you like Miss Sister?"

Peter: "..."

Ned: "No, I've always been joking...you really like it?"

The brown-haired boy's expression was as motionless as a mountain, but the roots of his ears turned red visibly.

Ned thought about the various conjectures about the new hero on the Internet, and then thought of Gotham City, which became a mirror plane and could play videos at the beginning—God knows that after Gotham is lifted and can reconnect to the external network, I know it from netizens. The real state of Gotham at that time was so subversive in their hearts—suddenly they patted their good friend on the shoulder with admiration:

"Very good, with lofty ambitions, such a powerful young lady witch, only a superhuman like you has the guts to like her."

Originally, these words were just for encouragement and teasing, but, beyond Ned's expectation, Peter's expression turned bitter.

"You also think she's strong, don't you?" The brown-haired boy's handsome face was full of distress, "I always feel that in her eyes, I'm the kind of... you know... a child who needs to be encouraged and hugged? The kind that you just want to jump around and show off your ability?"

Ned: "Huh? Don't you?"

Peter: "..."

—K! O!

A heart attack.

……

Probably because the resentment on Peter's face was too heavy, the joking Ned couldn't bear to tease him:

"Okay, I'm joking, but Miss Sister is indeed a year or two older than you, and at the same age, girls always mature a little earlier than boys."

Peter: Not comforted.

Peter moved the subject away: "In short, I feel that something is wrong with Liz's father. On the previous night of the party, the group of weapon sellers ran around for some reason..."

"Before, I heard Liz say that the man who was experimented with as a mutant once knew her father..."

The more he said, the more dignified the expression on the boy's face became.

"...Just because of this?" Ned frowned. Although he was still staring at the surveillance camera dutifully, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Liz, "That's Liz's father, if she knows you think so It will be hard."

Peter whispered: "I also hope that my guess is wrong, but I always feel that Thea knows something, but I am afraid that I didn't say it..."

"And I feel like her dad lived through that night in Gotham (Gotham Mirror). Since he came to Gotham before the competition started, why didn't he come to Liz? It's illogical."

Ned suddenly realized: "That's why you went to talk to her dad last night?" What about "what happened the night before was weird" or something.

The little spider rubbed his forehead: "Yes...and my spider sense has sounded."

He didn't want to suspect his friend's dad either, but this was really weird.

At that time, the vulture's expression was a little vigilant and scrutinized, and the spider sensed a crackling sound, and Peter forcibly pretended to be nonchalant and circled past.

——Thanks to Thea for her daily precepts and deeds!That was the pinnacle of his acting skills!

When they left Gotham, Liz's father came back with them. On the way, Peter shot the scout spider at the man, and then followed the man back home-nothing was wrong on the way, but, in case Woolen cloth?

"I said, brother, since you think Miss Sister knows something, why don't you just ask her?" Ned pointed to the screen, "It's better than us monitoring blindly here..."

"I..." Peter stumbled.

Ned: "Huh?"

Peter said nothing.

He didn't know why, maybe he wanted to prove something?He didn't know... anyway he was sure he didn't want to ask Sylvia.

He wants to find out who's behind it - on his own, Spider-Man!Then……

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep!"

While the two young men were looking at each other, the surveillance red dot that had been staying at Liz's house without any movement suddenly started to move.

A faint dialogue came from the bug:

"The company has something to do temporarily, I'm going out!" This is the voice of Vulture.

"Remember to come back early and be careful on the road!"

……

"Ah... I'm back."

On the outskirts of West Chester, Sylvia sat down in the room holding the two-meter-tall piggy Peppa.

The fluffy and fluffy doll has a bit of moisture that hasn't seen the sun all year round, but it's clean.

When she was a child, she always thought that this doll was made by the second grandpa to play tricks on her, because it always made the alarm sound of "Hum heng heng heng heng heng heng" at six o'clock every morning :)

Seeing the pig, Sylvia could recall the agony of being forced to get out of bed at six in the morning!

Of course she tried to find the alarm clock at the beginning, but no matter how she touched it, from the beginning to the end, she pinched every inch of cotton, and there was nothing like an alarm clock inside.

Children are ignorant, but the second grandpa lied to her that it was a magical talking pig, and she really believed it. From then on, she felt that the two-meter-tall puppet was particularly mysterious and tall.

Of course, I didn’t believe it anymore when I grew up. When I came back here, I found that the puppet was gone, and the girl only thought it was discarded by lawyers, housekeeping staff, or the second grandfather himself—after all, a doll must be dirty after so many years of use.

Really dead, all, think, no, will be put in a Swiss bank... _(:зゝ∠)_

The brunette girl sat on the bed and rolled her eyes. She spread the pink pig flat on the end of the bed, with a soft smile on the pig's mouth.

After staring at the pig with a smile for a long time, Sylvia stretched out her hand again, pinching it inch by inch from the pig's mouth to its tail.

Unlike when she was a child, this time, she touched a small hard object in Page's heart.

Sylvia made a movement, unzipped the hidden zipper on the back of the doll, found the right position, and stretched her hand in—through the dense and thick cotton, her fingertips felt a little cold.

With a light hook, a silver irregular sphere with pits and holes was grabbed by the girl's hand.

"……What's this?"

The pitted and sunken parts form a kind of mysterious totem, which is filled with simple golden paint. The whole sphere presents an uneven oval shape, which looks a lot like a... heart.

Sylvia almost had the illusion that the heart in her hand seemed to be beating slightly.

Turning it over and over carefully, the narrow "tip" at the bottom is engraved with a purple-black leopard head.

- Made in Wakanda.

……

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Dear user, hello, welcome to call the preferential international communication service, please press 1 for inquiries, the tariff..."

Sylvia heard the mechanical artificial voice, and didn't press any 1 or 2. According to T'Challa's explanation, she simply and neatly announced a word: "Black Panther (Black Panther)".

The artificial voice paused strangely.

The original mechanical music and words disappeared, and after a long period of silence, the phone was connected again, and the person on the other end did not speak, only the faint sound of breathing.

"T'Challa?" Sylvia called softly.

The expected response did not appear, she only heard the sound of something being dumped on the table.

The person on the other end of the receiver quickly picked up the thing: "Oh, oh, girl's voice, T'Challa is a big liar!"

Sylvia, who still felt strange about the lively girlish voice, thought about it: "Are you Princess Su Rui?"

"Hey..." The voice of the little princess of Wakanda paused, and Sylvia vaguely heard her covering the receiver and saying, "T'Challa actually told her my name?! Ah, I really want to tell Nagia !"

If it wasn't for Sylvia's enhanced five senses, she wouldn't be able to hear what the little princess opposite was muttering.

Nakia is a powerful warrior in Wakanda and T'Challa's ex-girlfriend-and future girlfriend and wife, a very admirable woman.

Sylvia thought at first that the little princess had misunderstood something, but when she thought about it carefully, the possibility was not high, because Su Rui, who was always bickering and joking with her brother every day, might just want to make a joke out of fear that the world would not be chaotic. Go fuck your brother.

Su Rui's pause was only a second or two, and when she spoke again, her voice was serious several degrees, "Hello, T'Challa is in the lab right now, and I can't answer the phone for the time being, may I ask who you are...?"

Sylvia reported her name, thought for a while and added:

"My surname is Lin."

……

Africa, Wakanda, royal territory, in Princess Shu Rui's laboratory.

A black-skinned little princess with long black hair braided, and Wakanda-style decorative oil paint around her eyes and forehead is sitting crookedly by the laboratory table, holding a communicator in one hand, while watching the movement of the battle room.

Seen from the perspective of the little princess, in the special glass-enclosed battle room, her brother T'Challa, who is extremely muscular, is trying out her latest black panther suit.

The name and surname transmitted from the mobile phone caused Su Rui's expression to move slightly, her eyes widened, her face was full of eagerness and impatience:

"Oh, I know you! So T'Challa has already gone to you?"

"Did you call him now to find the doll's heart?"

She stood up from the chair with too much movement, and the Black Panther Prince, who had forcibly resisted a large wave of bullets in the battle room, turned his head to look over.

The pointed ears of the black panther's uniform tilted a little with his movements, looking a little...cute for no reason.

"Whose phone? Su Rui?"

"Doll's...heart?"

Brother's question and Sylvia's question came out through the loudspeaker and communicator in the battle room respectively.

Princess Su Rui gestured to her brother "you come out first and talk later", and encouraged Sylvia enthusiastically: "You can bring it with you, my skills are very good, I will give you the information left by Mr. Lin I studied it thoroughly at the age of 13! Guaranteed to return you a truly complete doll!"

Really complete.

Sylvia on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time.

"Let's talk, Your Highness."