When a superhero becomes a stickman

"Why are you crying?"

"I was rescued, so happy."

"Does it have something to do with that hair?"

"..."

Adele stared silently at Harry Osborn's handsome face under the lights, thinking that if she didn't wear goggles and saw the stickman image of this guy, she would definitely punch him.

Seeing that he had teased her enough, Harry lowered his head and smiled to himself, fixed his beautiful eyes on her and whispered, "I'm glad you're safe and sound."

Adele: "...I really want to throw you directly from here."

Adele suddenly remembered that since she put on the goggles, she hadn't seen Mr. Subtitle appear for a long time.She searched the screen in front of her for a while, and found that Mr. Subtitle was still floating in the lower right corner of her field of vision. However, since the screen in front of her was in color, it was difficult to receive the information from the subtitle without missing it as before.

Adele struggled to identify the font on it:

[Beautiful eyes reflect bright lights, as if there are stars in the sky twinkling in his eyes...]

Adele covered her face.

Now I suddenly feel ashamed no matter what the subtitles say.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the line of words automatically adapted to the pitch-black background, appearing more clearly in front of her eyes:

【The girl in front of him seemed to be seriously thinking about how to throw him down, and this thought made Harry feel a little panicked.Recently, Adele seems to be very manic, not as gentle and cute as before.Moreover, his good brother who had always suffered from gender cognitive impairment suddenly turned into a woman, which made him a little uncomfortable. 】

Adele: "...co-author, you used to think of me as a man?"

【Harry innocently thought that it wasn't because he insisted on treating Adele as a boy, but because she had a gender cognition disorder. Not only did she always wear men's clothing, but she almost broke into the men's bathroom several times...】

Adele: That's enough, I don't want to read any more.

【Harry looked at her suspiciously, could it be that she is perceiving his thoughts now? 】

Adele: "No, you think too much, I'm not perceiving your thoughts."

Harry looked at her in shock: "Have your machines reached the point of black technology? Is there something else that I don't know is watching me?"

Adele said absently: "Yes, Jarvis can not only chat with you, but also monitor your brain. What kind of expression do you have, do you really believe it?"

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Now I finally know why you are a good friend of a nerd!

Harry looked at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "But it's good that you are like this, at least you won't suddenly barge into the locker room, right?"

Adele: "..."

How many unconscionable things did her predecessor do?

Harry added, "But to be honest, no one but me and Peter have noticed you're a girl since you broke in last time."

Adele: "Thank you."

Looking at the bright lights of New York City, Harry hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Actually, when we were playing together, I kept thinking, what does your voice look like? What is your voice when you speak? What does the dress look like? I just think about it and find it interesting."

"I miss you so much. When the three of us fell in love with Mary in the next class, it was really fun to chase girls with a girl, right?"

The only thing Adele wants to do now is to dig a hole on the roof and bury herself in it.

Harry glanced back at her, the smile on his face disappeared slowly, and whispered: "But now it's all over, you have all become happy people, only I am still in this quagmire."

Adele stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Don't be like this Harry, you know how much your father loves you."

Harry smiled reluctantly: "We used to be able to pass notes all the time - because you refused to speak. Seeing you now makes me very disappointed. After all, I have worked hard for two years and can't do it, Stark Mister did it so easily. Superheroes are different, right?"

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, pointed at Adele and said with a fierce look: "You took away my best friend, and now we are enemies."

Harry shrugged: "Before you could just correspond with me."

Adele: "Actually I was in the arena that day, I just went to watch the battle..."

Harry suddenly remembered something, interrupted Adele and said, "Actually, I came this time to see if Mr. Stark is as good as everyone said. Why did he take you in so suddenly? You know Yes, rich people always have weird ideas, what if he is not a good guy?" He looked at the delicate dress on Adele: "What if he is a pedophile?"

Before Adele could answer, she heard a voice from the speaker above her head: "Didi, Didi, Tony Stark is not a pedophile, thank you."

Harry pointed to the loudspeaker and said with a strange expression: "Mr. Stark is eavesdropping on us?"

Adele: "...You know, a superhero who is about to retire, more... free?"

There were several throat-clearing coughs from the loudspeaker: "Sweety, I need to remind you that if you don't want to go to school tomorrow with a drip and a runny nose, you'd better come into the house now. And little Osborne Sir, if you don't want your daddy to come to me and make a big fuss looking for his son, you'd better go home and go to bed obediently now."

Harry shrugged resignedly: "Mr. Stark is driving me away. See you tomorrow. You'll be at school, won't you?"

Adele said, "Go, I'll take you home."

Harry was taken aback for a moment: "...you see me off."

Adele smirked: "No, I will accompany Jarvis to see you off."

Harry obviously had an instinctive fear of that artificial intelligence, took two steps back, and refused, "No, I can just take a taxi and go back by myself—"

The more reluctant he was, the more Adele wanted to see his reaction, so she pulled him into the car with a smirk all the way.

Harry sat in the car stiffly, looked around for a week, and said very politely, "Thank you, Jarvis."

Jarvis's gentle voice sounded beside him: "This is what I should do, sir."

Harry was taken aback by the sound that was so close at hand, and looked at Adele awkwardly: "It's good."

The two sat in the back seat together, looking at the empty driver and co-pilot in front of them, they felt a strange atmosphere spreading.

Adele looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Let me give you a birthday present."

Twelve o'clock has passed, and today is his birthday.

After she finished speaking, she took off the goggles on her face, asked Jarvis for a piece of paper and a pen, and drew according to the little stickman in front of her.

Round head, hawthorn-like eyebrows, peas eyes, and lined mouth.

After finishing the painting, she put on the goggles and saw a very beautiful sketch of the little Green Goblin's profile.

She handed the portrait in her hand to Harry: "Happy birthday, Harry."

"It would be even better if I had a green paintbrush. I can point out your beautiful eyes."

Harry looked at the realistic painting carefully, and smiled a little shyly: "It's much prettier than myself."

In order to avoid embarrassment, Adele asked casually: "Do you have any plans for this year's birthday? Is there anything you want to do?"

Harry raised his head, looked at the bright night outside with a somewhat expectant smile, turned his head, and faced Adele with a bright smile: "I want to have a meal with my father, if he has time." He There was anticipation in his eyes: "I still want to skip class and go out to play with my two best friends. You won't leave me behind again this time, right?"

"Okay." Adele agreed happily.

Skipping class or something is the most fun.

At this time, Jarvis's gentle and standard voice sounded: "Arrived at the destination, miss."

Adele said, "Shall I take you up there?"

Harry had already got out of the car, and waved to her with a smile: "Come, come, I will show you what a haunted house looks like."

Jarvis' warning voice sounded: "Miss, it's getting late."

Adele jumped out of the car and waved to the car: "I'll be right back, Jarvis!"

The two ran into the house talking and laughing all the way, and Harry said to her in a small voice as he ran, "I used to be alone, and I was thinking that maybe I have been dead for many years, so I am here like this." Living in a quiet and cold place..."

He stopped suddenly, and Adele didn't react, and bumped into his back directly.

The wind blew in through the window, and the cold moonlight illuminated the red and blue tights, as well as the heavy bloodstains on the body of the man in his arms.

Spider-Man, with half of his mask broken, put the man in his arms on the sofa.

Harry roared an almost unwritten sentence, and pulled out the gun from the nearest drawer in a panic, but when he turned around, the strange but familiar figure had disappeared—he moved so quickly that he almost didn't Leave no sound.

As if nothing had happened, the curtains were blown up by the silent wind, and then hung down slowly and feebly.

Norman Osborn's pale face reflected the blood on his body, lying quietly in this ghostly mansion.

The author has something to say: I have to save the manuscript before I can tell you when I will update QAQ regularly, sorry