[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The two looked at each other briefly, and Peter relaxed.

Wesley tilted his head: "Come and sit down."

Sitting opposite Wesley, Peter took off the backpack on his shoulders, pursed his lips as if he had done something wrong, and just sat down for less than a second, then suddenly stood up again: "I'll go see what I can drink. "

Wesley was amused for a while, but last time, Peter really surprised him. He thought that Peter would write everything on his face clearly, but now it seems that in addition to hiding his identity as Spider-Man, Peter can also hide his identity. more secrets.

Although Peter proposed today's meeting, Wesley felt that sooner or later they would sit down and tell everything honestly.

His confession to Bruce that day was not without thrills, but after that, Bruce’s attitude gradually changed, not only would he have breakfast and dinner with him on time every day, and occasionally chat a few words, even Dick appeared less often than Bruce. Yes, I can feel that Bruce is caring and understanding him in his own way.

In contrast, Peter and Wesley have been friends since the earliest days, and Peter was also the first task object Wesley received. This kind of concealment may only cause small waves on the day of the confession, but after that, Wesley is not sure , Will his relationship with Peter still be the same as before.

Peter came back soon, and it seemed that he had done some psychological construction again, and he pretended to be relaxed and said, "You live in Wayne Manor now? Are you really in good health?"

Wesley nodded: "How are you? I remember that you were seriously injured that day."

Peter choked immediately, never expecting Wesley to mention his other identity so directly: "emmmm..." After a long time, he said, "I, I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be digesting the result, and his expression was a little dazed. Wesley waited for him to finish sorting out. Peter was like a deflated balloon, and said vaguely: "You knew who I was from the beginning, didn't you? Becoming Spider-Man...that day?"

Wesley nodded: "It should be from the day you were bitten, you introduced yourself, remember?"

Although Peter already knew the result, he was still shocked when he heard it from Wesley's mouth. He opened his mouth: "I... I didn't realize..." At this time, he already understood why he first met Wesley in New York. , I feel inexplicably familiar and intimate.But at the same time, he recalled those few dream-like inductions.

Peter clenched his hands slightly on his knees, not having the courage to bring it up.

Wesley suddenly felt strange. What came from Peter was not surprise, nor anger, but remorse. What's going on?

However, Peter's bad mood was not what Weiss ideally saw. He quickly changed the subject: "When did you know my identity? Ned, does he know?"

"What? Oh, Ned, he doesn't know, but he knows I'm Spider-Man," Peter said with some embarrassment, "I came home one night and he was waiting for me at my house and saw me ... Cough, anyway, I haven't known your identity for a very long time."

Peter paused, but in the end, he compromised: "Do you remember that we went to the movies that day, did you leave halfway? I went to find you later...I found you fell asleep, and I..."

Wesley could see Peter's embarrassment, but he also expected when he should show his feet. Looking back on the day when he finally finished his task and walked out of the movie theater, Peter looked pitifully holding the popcorn bucket, and Wesley couldn't help feeling guilty. .

"I'm sorry, Peter..." Wesley felt that being sorry had become his mantra recently, but who made him commit crimes, and then thought of Peter's efforts to cooperate with him after he knew the truth, Wesley felt that he was really not enough friends.

"No, no, no," Peter stopped immediately, "I should say I'm sorry, no matter what, I should talk to you earlier, maybe I'll confess first, and when you encounter so many things later, I can Help you sooner."

"You have helped me a lot," Wesley said, "When the clown appeared, you rushed to save everyone."

Peter was at a loss for words, just opened his eyes and looked at Wesley. After a long time, he blinked and shook his head: "I really should have confessed to you earlier, Wesley, and I have always wanted to say to you, thank you... without you, I would No……"

"Sir, your coffee." The waiter came over with a tray.

Both of them fell silent, and when the waiter left, Peter whispered dejectedly: "...there is no Spider-Man."

"Listen, Peter," Wesley leaned closer to him: "You are irreplaceable, even if there is no 'Cole', there will still be Spider-Man, you bring real warmth to people, you are a positive superhero , people need you."

After Wesley's words fell, Peter couldn't help but tense up all over, but he finally had the courage to look up and look into Wesley's eyes.

Peter knew he couldn't look at them for long, because his heart was already beating wildly at the very beginning.

Peter was a little dry mouthed.

He hadn't seen Wesley for many days, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. He was always guarding his phone, opening the mailbox and address book a hundred times a day, and finally saw him now, but he felt that it would be better not to meet him, because he was already a little scared After that separated.

Wait...why is he afraid of being separated from Wesley?

Peter seemed to have been struck by lightning, showing a dazed expression.

"Peter?" Wesley looked at him hesitantly. What's the matter?

"Emmmm...Wesley..." Peter mechanically picked up the coffee cup in front of him, drank it in one gulp, and then looked at Wesley and said vaguely, "I...I seem to be treating you..."

Wesley and him looked at each other for a few seconds, the fingers on the table suddenly trembled, and the pupils narrowed slightly——

He already felt it.

Although Peter hadn't finished speaking, his mood had changed obviously, and even surged towards him, so that Wesley had to receive Peter's inner confession first.

Wesley never thought that Peter's seemingly simple heart had suppressed so many emotions in the past, and Wesley couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

I rely on!

What, what, what, what? !

He wants to stop Peter from continuing, or wait until Peter finishes speaking before ruthlessly rejecting him... Today is indeed a confession session, but not this way of confession!

Wesley's expression couldn't help but also a little dull. Peter was sitting opposite him. He thought that the familiarity and intimacy between the two hadn't changed, but before he knew it, Peter's view of him had already changed drastically. And he never noticed it.

Wesley opened his mouth, and Peter's eyes immediately became uneasy, and Wesley couldn't help but get stuck.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the side: "What is that?"

"I think I..." Before Peter finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of more chairs being moved, and many people craned their necks to look towards the street.

Wesley naturally shifted his gaze, and put his hand back under the table nervously on his lap. He didn't relax a little until he felt Peter's courage suddenly disappear, and after taking a deep breath silently from the opposite side.

God, in the face of Peter, he really felt that it would be cruel to say any words of rejection, why not give himself some time, even if he took the initiative to tell Peter about himself and Clark, it would be better than Peter confessing to being rejected, and then discovering that he and Clark Clark was better off together.

What the hell is going on, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane?Where have all the goddesses gone? Why hasn't Peter started dating yet? ?

My mind was in chaos for a while, but fortunately Wesley was quickly distracted by the commotion of the crowd.

On the bright street outside the window of the coffee shop, a circle of sparks appeared out of thin air. At this moment, it just stopped expanding and was suspended in the air.

Soon, the figure in Wesley's imagination came out of the portal with big strides.

Standing on the street, the other party ignored the crowd of onlookers at all, looked left and right, and quickly noticed where Wesley was sitting.

Stephen immediately raised his feet and walked towards this side. He pushed open the door of the coffee shop, hesitated for a while, but finally waved to Wesley.

Wesley immediately became the center of sight, and even heard an exclamation from not far away: "It's the man on the Internet! God, look! It's really him, Cole! He's really still alive!"

Wesley closed the laptop on the table, put the suspended video screen under it, and walked around the table to Stephen.

"What's the matter, what happened?" Peter obviously recognized the Supreme Mage, he followed behind Wesley, and hurriedly asked.

Stephen looked directly at Wesley, as if there was comfort in his eyes: "It's time, they are all waiting for you."

"Who, who's waiting for him?" Peter's sixth sense had sensed something was wrong: "Where are you taking him?"

Stephen looked at Peter. After a long time, he finally recalled where he had heard this voice, and suddenly realized: "It's you."

"Can I go together?" Peter asked a little uneasy.

Stephen didn't think for long, and nodded: "Tony Stark should be looking for you, follow me."

Hearing this, Peter thought of something, took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, he saw several new messages, he scanned them hastily, and his expression became serious.

When the three of them returned to the street, the portal was surrounded by many people. A child refused to leave, pointing at Stephen and shouting, "Mom, he's so weird!"

Stephen shook his head, the name of the Supreme Mage is indeed much more secretive than a superhero.

Wesley was carrying a computer bag and pressed down the brim of his hat. Knowing that someone had already taken out his mobile phone to take a video of him, Wesley quickly followed Stephen into the portal.

On the other side of the portal is a spotless corridor, the marble floor is so smooth that it reflects light, and there is no one there.

When the three of them stepped out of the portal, the circle of sparks behind them tightened instantly and disappeared into the air, and the sunlight on Gotham Square completely disappeared.

Stephen took out the old mobile phone from his chest, and pressed it several times with trembling fingers. Judging from his expression, the shaking of his fingertips was not only due to old injuries on his hands.

Wesley heard a ding in his ear calmly, and a new message came through the address book——

"I haven't told them about our plans yet."

Just as Stephen was about to put the phone back on his chest, the text message alert had already sounded. He quickly opened the inbox, and at the same time glanced at Wesley next to him.

The other side walked forward as usual, as if nothing happened.

Stephen looked down at the phone screen, which read:

"I understand that this is the best way and the only way."

Peter looked back and forth between the two of them, frowning.

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