Princess Disease

"Have you been making clothes for a long time?" Isabella touched Peter's shoulder: "It seems that you have already planned it?"

"I... do it casually," Peter whispered, "I just think it should come in handy someday."

For example, now, wouldn't this come in handy?

"I just asked directly." Isabella changed the hand to hold Mjolnir, and she moved uncomfortably: "Are you planning to become a superhero to protect New York City?"

"Bella, don't move around," Peter's voice suddenly became a little nervous: "No, I've said everything, just be prepared."

Isabella snorted coldly after hearing the words: "Forget it, you can't even fool Harry with this lie, and you still lie to me?"

After a moment of silence, Isabella slowly said: "Peter, I don't support you staying up at night and running around in the streets and alleys to fight criminals."

Peter pretended to change the subject easily: "Why not during the day?"

Isabella patted Peter's chest gently: "You don't go to school during the day?"

"Bella," Peter organized his words and said as gently as possible: "I think this is my responsibility, I have the ability, why can't I help everyone?"

"It's not your responsibility, it's the police's responsibility." Isabella clasped Peter's neck tightly with her wrist, and slowly approached him: "You are stepping on the edge of the legal line by doing this. Who gave you the responsibility?" Enforcement power?"

"I'm just being brave!" Peter frowned slightly: "The government will also encourage the people to do this, which is conducive to social harmony and stability."

"If you are walking on the street wearing normal clothes, and you see someone committing a crime, and you stop it, it's called being brave," Isabella sighed: "But you can't even see your face in this clothes, and you will Spraying spider silk, one looks like an ordinary person... This is not called bravery."

At least in the eyes of the police, they would equate unidentified "vigilantes" in other clothes with criminals.

"You mean..." Peter suddenly realized: "I should take off the mask?"

Isabella wailed, lowered her head and slammed her head against Peter's chest: "The problem is not the mask, but your behavior! If you really want to be a vigilante like Flash or Batman, I will My suggestion is that you never reveal your identity, never take off your headgear, and let others know who you are."

"This is a dangerous 'job'." Isabella raised her head and looked at Peter seriously: "You will offend many people, and if you let the bad guys know your identity, they will attack the people around you , have you thought about Aunt Mei's safety?"

A smile appeared on Peter's face hidden under the mask. He nodded and said kindly, "I see. I will listen to you and not take off the mask."

Isabella: ...Why does it feel like I've been entangled by him?

I said it's not a problem with the mask!

do not care!

Isabella was sulking with Peter all the way.

"It's just ahead," Peter stopped on the roof of a building with Isabella in his arms. The two leaned over the edge and looked down, only to find that there was already a sea of ​​flames below.

"Lucy?" Isabella called Lucy: "Where are you?"

"It's almost there, there's still a street—" The screeching sound of brakes came, and Lucy cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, the road has been destroyed, I can't pass it, I'll get off."

"Do you need me to pick you up?" Peter leaned over to the phone and raised his voice.

"No, thank you, please don't come!" Lucy said angrily, "Protect Bella, if she gets hurt, Mr. Stark won't spare you."

"I know," Peter nodded seriously, "I will protect her."

"Do you think about the opinions of the parties involved?" Isabella rolled her eyes: "Lucy, don't be cynical; Peter, I don't need your protection, just evacuate the trapped citizens safely."

"I'm not the crow's mouth," Lucy shouted while running with a travel bag, "the crow's mouth is you! Just don't say such things!"

"Okay." Peter patted Isabella on the shoulder: "Then I will protect the citizens, and you will protect me."

Isabella glanced at Peter blankly, and didn't realize what he said for a while.

Lucy on the other end of the phone couldn't take it anymore: "Okay, don't talk anymore! Keep in touch, please shut up about irrelevant things!"

"Let's go down there," Peter took the phone from Isabella's hand, turned on the external mode, put the phone in her jacket pocket, and then hugged Isabella's small waist , shot spider silk, and swung down the top floor.

The whole street was in chaos, and the survivors ran for their lives in all directions, and everyone didn't react in the slightest to the red shadow man and Isabella falling from the sky in the slightest.

"Hey! Watch out!"

Standing on the ruins, Peter saw an iron window frame wobbled down on the fifth floor not far away, and hit a little girl who was kneeling on the ground with a sprained foot and couldn't escape. Going down, he shouted loudly, without even thinking about it, he just threw out the spider's silk and stuck it upstairs, swung quickly to pick up the little girl, narrowly avoiding the window frame.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that Peter escaped, because Isabella released the ether particles in time, dragging the falling window frame.

"Thank you," the little girl sobbed and hugged Peter's waist: "I'm so scared! I can't find my mother! Hey!"

"Don't, don't cry," Peter couldn't deal with a crying little girl. He comforted her in a hurry: "Do you know where Mom is? Brother will take you to find her."

"I don't know," the little girl cried out with a wow, "I want a mother!"

Peter looked at Isabella for help.

Isabella pouted, removed the plush kitten pendant from her phone, and handed it to the little girl: "Don't cry, this is for you, okay?"

The little girl wiped her tears with her dirty hands, and wiped her face in a fancy way, like a poor little tabby cat. She looked at Isabella with tears in her eyes: "I want a kitten, and I also want a mother."

"Be good, don't cry, my sister can't be here to comfort you all the time," Isabella touched the girl's soft hair, she took off the rubber band on her wrist, and helped the little girl tie it up. With a ponytail: "Did you see the big monster over there? My sister is going to stop it now, otherwise there will be other children who can't find their mother."

Two buildings away, the Destroyer was still spewing fire.

The little girl flinched, and she buried her head in Peter's waist: "Then sister, be careful."

"I saw the police," Lucy's voice sounded intermittently: "There is a street away from you, and you can see it from the back."

"Send her there." Isabella stood up and patted the dirt on her body: "I'll go find the Destroyer."

"Bella," Peter suddenly put his arms around Isabella, and patted her on the back fiercely: "Be careful! I'll be back soon!"

Isabella: ...my god can you push harder!I'm Bella not Harry!

The little girl who was inexplicably caught between the two: QAQ is so crowded, please let me go.

After chasing for a while, Isabella came to the back of the Destroyer.

She didn't have a deep understanding when she was far away, but when Isabella really stood in front of the Destroyer, a faint fear still rose in her heart.

After all, this strangely shaped weapon is too big, as high as a two-story building, comparable to Transformers after transformation, plus it is breathing fire everywhere, surrounded by thick smoke and ruins, the effect is a bit overwhelming. shocked.

"Hey," Isabella took a deep breath and raised her voice, "Stop!"

The Destroyer didn't seem to hear Isabella's words, it clanged and continued to move forward.

"I said..." Isabella narrowed her eyes, ether particles sensed what she was thinking, and the red mist spread to her fingertips. The mist churned and elongated, and finally recombined into a flexible A whip that can be freely retracted.

Isabella swung the whip and slammed it at the Destroyer: "Stop!"

With a crisp sound of "snap", the whip struck the Destroyer's head from behind, knocking it staggering as it was advancing, and extinguishing all the flames that spewed out.

The Destroyer finally stopped. He turned around slowly and turned his attention to Isabella who was standing not far away.

"Loki?" Isabella raised her chin slightly, she raised Mjolnir, and shook at the Destroyer: "Does this look familiar? I know you can hear it, I give you a warning, take this thing back .”

The Destroyer remained silent, but its head was gradually heating up, turning redder and redder, as if it was about to spray flames.

Isabella clenched the whip turned into ether particles, and asked in a low voice, "If I don't dodge...can you block it?"

The ether particles can't speak, but a bright red mist gradually rises from the whip, slowly covering Isabella's whole body along her arms.

"That is to say, is it okay?" Isabella raised her arm and threw another whip at the Destroyer: "Then try it!"

The energy beam of ether particles and the flame ejected by the Destroyer collided in mid-air, and the whip suddenly spread into a thin red film, which flowed to wrap all the flames, and then fought back along the original path.

The flames hit the Destroyer itself, and it flew backward a short distance, falling on its back into the street.

Isabella jumped up and clapped her hands: "Great!"

"Bella, Bella!" Lucy's howling came from the phone's microphone: "I was scared to death, why did you ignore me for a long time?"

"How can I hear such a mess." Isabella took out her mobile phone: "Where are you?"

Lucy said, "Look up."

Isabella looked up and looked around, and found that Lucy was lying on the glass window of the fifth floor of a commercial building not far away, waving to her and saying hello.

"Come down if you have nothing to do," Isabella said. "If the police see you with a bunch of guns, you won't be able to tell."

"I know," Lucy waved her hand: "You—get out of the way!"

Lucy, who saw the Destroyer get up again from the front sight, pulled the trigger brazenly without even thinking about it!

The grenade flew out, accurately hitting the Destroyer's chest, and exploded into a small mushroom cloud with a bang. At the same time, someone next to him swooped out and hugged Isabella, rolled on the spot, and dodged to the side of the road.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Isabella choked on the smoke, "Lucy... can you tell me in advance next time you shoot |?"

"My hands are faster than my mouth, sorry," Lucy said shyly, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Isabella looked at Saul who got up from the ground with a disheveled face: "Sol pushed me away."

The author has something to say: It's a bit late...go to bed, I'm so sleepy QAQ