Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Peter Parker has been feeling restless all day today.

If he was an ordinary high school student nerd, this kind of restlessness was nothing, at most it could only prove that he had a bad stomach last night, or it vividly explained how sensitive a high school student's emotional problems really are.

But the problem is that he is not an ordinary high school student at all, Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, yes, the Spider-Man you know, a good neighbor of New Yorkers, who often helps grandma cross the road and helps foreign tourists identify maps The Spider-Man in the past - by the way, those maps are too difficult to understand, he always uses his good memory to help them find the most suitable route, the map is always no help, except for the People go in the direction completely opposite to their destination!

Peter has been feeling restless all day today, and he is Spiderman, one of his superpowers is his super intuition, it's hard to explain what it is, anyway, it's something like a sixth sense, always It can help him predict the danger that he himself is not aware of.

Mr. Stark said that his keen sixth sense is not actually a pre-judgment, but that his senses, which are different from ordinary people, have captured the dangerous factors around him.

Those factors are so tiny that his other senses can't capture them at all, but after he is injected with venom by a mutant spider and has superpowers since then, he has the ability to capture and roughly read them... Etc., etc.

In fact, Peter didn't understand Mr. Stark's theory very well. His physics and chemistry scores were very good, and his biology scores were relatively inferior-but he still understood Mr. Stark's meaning.

He has a super cool and powerful superpower!

This intuition helped Peter avoid many crises and helped him do many good things. Of course, they also brought him a lot of trouble, but these troubles were basically resolved satisfactorily, so Peter is not dissatisfied... …

But today, he is very dissatisfied with this superpower of his.

Because that feeling is too creepy, this kind of instinct to call the police - it's like the feeling of being suddenly yelled in the ear by someone, and then you are frightened into cold sweat and goose bumps; Every hair will stand on end because of this, even if you fall into the sweetest dream, you will inevitably wake up.

That's right.

The "whole day" here is counted from midnight yesterday.

Peter couldn't sleep well all night. He went to class weakly for a day, and hurried back home after class. There seemed to be too many police cars on the road. The police officers who come and go, and the streets with countless barriers.

Queens is not a particularly peaceful place, and it's not uncommon for a situation like "Suddenly one day the downstairs is surrounded by police cars" to happen five or six times a year, so Peter didn't pay much attention to it at first.

He was still thinking about going home and doing his homework.

As the high school career comes to an end, the future of the students is almost determined. After graduating from high school, they no longer continue to study, but those who directly enter the society are getting more and more idle. Talented students like Peter who have almost confirmed their great future Then it will only become more and more busy... Of course, it will not be too busy.

As I said before, after reading the book, what every student will do next is almost certain.

With Tony Stark's letter of introduction in hand, Peter's future can be envied.

Peter endured the feeling of his sixth sense desperately screaming and calling the police on the surface of his skin. After a whole night, he was getting used to it (not a good sign), but things were strange, The closer he got to those surrounded areas, the more fear he felt.

—a fear that rushed very directly into his celestial cap.

Peter slowed down.

He tried not to start shivering, but walked behind the shopkeepers who stood in a row across the street and pointed at these closed areas.

He heard them talking about this unusual situation.

"What's going on today? Haven't made any public news yet?"

"I can't tell. I heard that even the police officers don't know what's going on. The order they got from their superiors is to block this place."

"I don't know how long it will be closed. If it is too long, I will go out of business. I can just go on vacation..."

Peter didn't listen any more. He carried his bag and faced the place that always made him feel uncomfortable. He ran backwards and trotted away. After running a long distance, he turned his head and rushed into the alley.

"Hey Peter," he heard someone call, "what are you doing so fast?"

Peter turned sharply, and he saw, uh, the flying girl he'd seen not so long ago.

She didn't wear the eye-catching bright red windbreaker today, but a goose yellow lace skirt, her legs were obediently placed side by side, and she wore a pair of pure white MiG lady shoes.

Peter paused, partly because she was indeed very pretty, and partly because he suspected she was calling some other "Peter."

But she was obviously looking at him upright, and seeing him staring blankly in place, the smile on her face deepened: "Peter! Come here!"

It seemed that they were really calling him.

Peter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked around a little uneasily, crossed the road hesitantly, and walked over.

"Uh..." He lowered his voice, "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Sit down, bug."

OK, she was right.

Peter sat across from her: "How did you recognize me?"

"Your voice is very recognizable, and the tights can show your figure very well, little bug." Laura took a sip of coffee with a smile, "As for your name, I heard you called it-I'll live Not far from your home."

"Looks like I really shouldn't be eating dinner too close to my house." Peter tried a joke, "It's too easy to give away my identity."

"Actually, as long as you pay a little attention to your activities, you can probably guess your home address, your age, and then you can guess your school and general identity." Laura held the coffee cup, " Isn't that how Mister Stark found you?"

Peter: "..."

He looked at Laura in bewilderment, then at the man sitting next to Laura, wearing dark glasses who said nothing—or was it a boy?

Laura laughed: "Don't be afraid, bug, although I think you have many small details that easily give away your identity, but that may be because I am too smart-and most people are stupid. I don't want to be too mean, but that It's the truth."

"You can be less mean if you don't say that last sentence," Peter said, "and I don't think they're stupid, they're just, uh, indifferent to things that don't concern them."

"Poor Aunt May," Lola said softly. "You know where you might be putting her, don't you?"

"Hey, what on earth are you here for?" Peter was a little upset, "Aunt May is safe, I'm protecting her by doing this!"

"I completely agree." Laura nodded, "No matter what those people say 'what you are doing is irresponsible' or 'you are bringing danger and disaster to the people around you', those who have power One cannot pretend nothing happened."

"...Well, Carmen, you confused me." Peter said, his tone relaxed a little, "I would like to apologize to you if my attitude was not very good just now, I seem to be in a bit of a mood today So right."

"Think dangerous?"

"That's right," said Peter, looking at Lola with wide eyes. "You know why, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know."

"What the hell is going on? Why is this whole area fenced off? Why is the atmosphere so strange? And there are so many agents here!" Peter moved his body nervously in a small arc, which was nerve-bearing for a whole day Anxiety after the torture, and perhaps a mild overreaction, "I don't know what to say, but I've felt something wrong since last night, something must have happened."

"Some not-so-good things happened," Laura thought for a while how to speak, "It's like this..."

She explained as simply and clearly as possible what had happened last night.

"So you took your boyfriend and sneaked into that underground munitions factory, and then accidentally broke the protector that was used to protect the missile head from exploding immediately?!" Peter felt like he was going crazy, "Will you Kill all the citizens of New York!"

"Don't be so righteously angry, bug." Laura was not very happy, "This is just a small consequence caused by a small mistake, and it is not difficult to deal with at all—as long as you tell Mr. Members of the Union realize how serious this is, and then don't waste time to get this big explosion that may or may not happen as soon as possible."

"..."

"By the way, you can also copy the lair of a black and evil group. Oh, it's a good thing to have the best of both worlds, right?"

She can still see all the members of the Avengers in one go, identify whether her parents are among them, and make a name for "Carmen"-good!The best of all four!

"..."

"Don't be so desperate, Peter!" Lola encouraged him, "You have to believe in the tenacity of the citizens of New York City! Believe in the excellence of the Avengers members! Aliens have invaded the earth several times, and New York City is the key target of the invasion. Never disappoints, come on! Don't lose heart!"

Peter looked at Laura weakly: "The point is not whether this matter can be resolved, but the point is that you are too much to be the one who caused the trouble..." Seeing the excitement is not a big deal, is it?

And without any shame or tension.

Laura turned the coffee cup in her hand: "As I said, dear bug, I have almost blind respect and trust for the citizens of New York City and the members of the Avengers, especially Mr. Stark— — I'm sure they won't let tragedy happen."

And if there is a tragedy, it will be interesting.

Peter held his head in pain.

After a fierce ideological struggle, he asked Laura weakly: "I'm just an intern. Mr. Stark may not believe what I say. If they ask me where I got the news, what will I say."

"Tell them my code name, dear bug," said Lola. "'Carmen.'"

Peter looked at her boy.

"He's just following me. He doesn't have a code name. Not now," Lola said. "But... I think you guys will definitely want a code name, right?"

She raised her hand and stroked her boy's cheek, and he looked away from the street, turning his head to meet Lola's.

…Peter moved back uncomfortably.

"His name is 'Blue Jay,'" Lola said. "I've heard it's another name for 'Robin.' Until he has another codename, let's call him Blue Jay. By the way, I think blue and my red The uniform matches well. Carmen is also red."

Laura withdrew her hand and smiled at Peter.

At Avengers Headquarters, Peter cleared his throat nervously, facing a group of members who were listening attentively to his words and thoughtfully:

"...that's all I know."

"Carmen and Bluebird," said Natasha, "what a lovely couple."

"You know them?" Steve asked.

"Well," said Natasha casually, "I don't know them, I've only seen them—and you've seen them."

The author has something to say: Thank you, why not go back and throw a mine!

Thank you 敐敄, Miao Xue impact threw 2 landmines!

Thank you for referring to Confidante for throwing a bazooka!