Princess Disease

After Peter explained his miraculous experience, Harry looked to Isabella.

"It's your turn." Harry took out a snow-white handkerchief from his shirt pocket and handed it to Isabella: "Stop rubbing the corners of your clothes, didn't Peter say that he would disappear after a while."

"Who knows how long it will take!" Isabella pouted and covered the white spider silk with a handkerchief: "My story is not as complicated as Peter's. It's very simple. After all, I didn't create it myself What a change, but this thing, it’s called ether particles, it’s said to be a super powerful energy aggregate, my dad bought it from Tiffany’s store on my birthday.”

Harry: Are we stupid?Who hasn't been to a Tiffany store, why haven't I bought such a great thing!

Peter: ...I haven't been there.

Isabella ignored the suspicious gazes of Peter and Harry, pulled the ruby ​​necklace out of the neckline, and showed it to the two: "It can't be taken off...don't touch it, as long as it doesn't have any hostility towards me, it's okay. Will be proactive."

"I have a question." Harry laughed maliciously. He pointed to Peter: "Did the ether particle attack you just now? What do you want to do to Bella?"

Peter was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands: "I'm wronged! I just want to pull her over!"

What about after pulling it over?Harry raised an eyebrow at Peter.

"It may be my own problem." Seeing Peter's cheeks flushed, Isabella glared at Harry and took the initiative to take the blame: "I can't control it well, it's not very obedient."

The ruby ​​necklace flickered weakly, and Isabella's fingertips slid out with a whoosh, and fell back into her clothes obediently.

"Uh..." Isabella smiled awkwardly: "Sometimes she's pretty good."

Isabella briefly talked about what she experienced in Afghanistan, and mentioned something about the secret base of SHIELD, but did not mention aliens and the Rubik's Cube: "...this is what happened in the past few days. Something happened to me, and to be honest, I always felt like I was dreaming, and it was great to be back at school and have a safe and secure class, and such an exciting adventure once in a while is enough."

Peter was still in a dazed state—when he remembered that when he made a cross-border call to Isabella, she was surrounded by enemies with guns|arms, and Peter felt terrified.

Harry was a little better, but his tone was full of surprise: "That means I'm the only one who is an ordinary person now?"

"You two are living as fast as you're making movies," said Harry. "It's nothing compared to you."

"You can't say that," Isabella shook her head, "I have returned to peace now, and you are still in danger."

The three of them were silent for a long time, and finally it was Peter who spoke first and brought the topic back to the original place. He pushed the virtual light screen in front of Harry, pointed to the mysterious file on the screen that couldn't be opened, and said, "You asked us to come here." Is it because of this?"

"Actually, I just wanted to call Bella alone at first." Harry glanced at Peter, scratched his head, and an embarrassed expression flashed across his face: "It's not a good thing for you to be involved in the struggle of the Osborne Group, I Dad just left, now is the trial stage, Fox doesn’t dare to go too far, but people driven by profit are irrational, I don’t know what he can do after going crazy. Fox doesn’t dare to touch Bella, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t dare you."

Isabella's surname is Stark. This surname allows her to walk sideways in the United States without any problem, but Peter is different. He is a poor little boy whose parents have died and lives in his uncle's house. There is no influence behind him. Anyone can do it. Come and give it a pinch.

"But I'm different now," Peter blinked, and raised his hand to Harry to signal the magical device on his arm: "I have the ability to help you."

Harry shook his head with a wry smile: "Peter, some things are not that simple."

"Oh." Peter lowered his head a little annoyed.

Isabella patted Peter's head.

"But," Harry changed the subject, "things are different now."

Although Peter still kept his head down, his ears were quietly pricked up.

"The name of this file is something that appeared in your parents' research materials, and the icon of the file is the logo of S.H.I.E.L.D." Even though he knew that no one was listening, Harry lowered his voice: "It connects us."

The mysterious document is like a thread, with countless threads branching out, linking SHIELD, the Osborne Group, and Peter's parents together.

"I think," Peter pursed his lips, "if we can find out what this is, maybe we can find out the cause of my parents' death."

"That is to say, these things finally came to the same end?" Isabella clapped her hands: "Well, let's divide the work. Harry pays close attention to the changes within your group to prevent that Fox from doing bad things. He hasn't made a move now. There is no evidence for us. No arrests; Peter is going to visit Dr. Connors to see if he has any clues about your parents; as for me..."

Isabella took a deep breath and looked at Harry seriously: "Do you mind if I copy this document home for Jarvis to analyze?"

"No problem," Harry said decisively, "but pay attention, my father hid it so deeply, which means it must be very important, and it might bring you danger."

Thinking of Thor, Captain America, the top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the allegedly super awesome Winter Soldier living in her home, Isabella smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I would like to see if Fox dares to go to Stark The building is looking for trouble."

Beware of being beaten out with a shield by Captain America who is in a bad mood.

Harry called Felicia who was guarding the door to send Isabella and Peter out.

"I won't go out," Harry tapped on the table, "I'll look for something else."

"How about I transfer some bodyguards for you?" Isabella thought for a while and suggested, "Who knows if that bald man will take the risk."

Harry laughed: "Don't bother, if you want a bodyguard, I will hire someone myself."

"Okay." Isabella sighed.

Although she agreed to Harry, Isabella still decided in her heart to find a bodyguard for Harry. She didn't need to show up, but just protected him in secret.

After going through the people she knew in her mind, Isabella thought of Deadpool, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.When I was in Afghanistan before, Deadpool hurriedly followed Professor X away because of Ajax.

Isabella decided to send an email to ask when she got home.

Peter insisted on sending Isabella to Stark Tower and then back home, but Isabella couldn't hold him back and had to agree.

The two walked side by side on the road, Peter turned his head to look at Isabella from time to time, hesitant to speak.

A few minutes later, Isabella couldn't take it anymore, she sighed helplessly, and stopped: "Peter, what exactly do you want to tell me?"

"Uh... this..." Peter scratched his head.

The location where Isabella and Peter are now is a quiet alley. Peter used his newly acquired ability to feel it, and after confirming that there was no one around, he asked in a low voice: "Bella, you are annoying." A spider?"

"Ah?" Isabella looked at Peter blankly, and didn't get his point immediately: "I'm fine, as long as the spider doesn't crawl into my bed, I can stay quietly by the side, We can live in peace."

Peter looked a little downcast: "Oh..."

"You..." Isabella blinked, and suddenly understood: "Do you want to ask if I'm afraid of you?"

Peter covered his face with his hands and turned his back to Isabella: "No, it's okay, let's go."

"Don't," Isabella grabbed Peter's arm, "Oh, I was wrong, I'm not afraid of you, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I might turn into a spider!" Peter looked at Isabella sadly, "Eight legs will grow."

Isabella burst out laughing: "Stop booing after Harry!"

"I know it's impossible," Isabella pushed Peter, "If I want to do this, I'll ask you if you're afraid of me. That's nothing to worry about, but I'm the one who's scary."

Peter had never seen the energy of an infinite gemstone with his own eyes, and he didn't have a standard understanding of the danger of an infinite gemstone. He muttered, "What's so scary about a gemstone?"

The ether particles that were obediently shrunk in Isabella's clothes flickered slightly, expressing their disdain.

O foolish humans, you know nothing of power.

"One day you will see it," Isabella didn't want to say too much, she shrugged her shoulders first, and then covered her mouth: "Bah, bah, I was just joking, don't take it seriously! "

According to the degree of his crow's mouth...

A little square.

The downstairs of Stark Tower was surrounded by reporters, but because Jarvis guarded the gate conscientiously, none of the reporters could break through the barriers and enter the building to interview Tony.

Isabella stood behind the fountain and looked at Wuyang Wuyang at the gate speechlessly: "There are so many people!"

"Is there a back door?" Peter also expressed his helplessness in this situation. In broad daylight, he couldn't hold Isabella in the spider's silk and take her upstairs directly, so that the two of them would make headlines the next day. of.

"Yes, but I don't want to leave," Isabella hugged her arms and snorted coldly: "This is my home! Why do I go through the back door when I get home! If you stop me from going in, I will call the police!"

Facing the furious Isabella, Peter obediently shut up.

"Peter, hurry up, you won't be able to catch the subway if you're late, be careful on the way," Isabella took her backpack from Peter's hand: "Give me a message before you visit Dr. Connors, I'll help You search for relevant information, and leave this job to Jarvis."

"Understood." Peter smiled, and he waved to Isabella: "I'm leaving."

After Peter's back disappeared into the crowd and was completely invisible, Isabella took a deep breath, swung her backpack back, put on a cold expression, and walked towards the crowd aggressively.

"Let them get out of the way..."

As Isabella walked, she silently made a wish in her heart. Wherever she went, the reporters made way for her like Moses divided the sea.

Except for two people.

"Hello, Miss Stark, I'm a reporter from the Daily Planet. My name is Louise Lane. Nice to meet you. This is my assistant. His name is Clark Kent."

The woman standing in front of Isabella was wearing a small haute couture suit. She had long curly hair, a bright smile, and a good-looking appearance.

Louise Lane, Isabella knew this woman, she had won the Pulitzer Prize and was the ace reporter of the Daily Planet.

Looks are my dad's favorite type, Isabella thought silently, and then set her sights on Clark Kent.

Isabella: ...

Tender face, big breasts, tall legs and long legs!He looks good with glasses, this is my type!

But I always feel like I have seen this person somewhere.

Isabella was lost in thought.

"Hello, Ms. Lane," there are very few people who can not be affected by ether particles. Out of caution, Isabella did not reject Louise at the first time, but shook hands with her politely: " Do you need any help?"

"I want to interview Mr. Stark," Louise said straight to the point, "I wonder if I have the honor?"

The author has something to say: Farewell to 2016, here I come in 2017!

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