Hero Growth Manual [Comprehensive British and American]

Some pain in the skull is inevitable after a hangover.

Not a teenager who is used to drinking, Peter stayed for a while when he got up, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

Something extraordinary seemed to have happened last night?

Can't remember.

The ding ding dong dong on the phone was full of new message access notifications, Peter frowned slightly, and saw the most eye-catching one among them.

[Mr. Stark: Avengers Building, come quickly. 】

I don't know why, but it was a very simple sentence, and Peter forcibly saw a sharp murderous look in it.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was almost 07:30. After washing up, I could arrive before eight o'clock.

——since he became an Avengers reserve and went to the Avengers base for training on weekends and vacations, he often went at this time.

When everything was packed and he went out, Peter always felt that the boy standing by the street looked unfriendly.

He was a very handsome young man with deep eyebrows and extremely aggressive. His steel blue eyes stared straight at him, as sharp as if they wanted to cut every inch of a person's skin.

very dangerous.

Peter couldn't help but pay more attention to him, but he was pressed for time, and he didn't have time to pay too much attention, so he just glanced more.

Brother Spider-Man was too busy today, so he didn't have time to have breakfast, but he didn't go to the Avengers base immediately, but turned around and hurried into a cake shop.

This is a very famous cake shop in New York. The owner is very personal. The food inside is famous for its delicacy and delicacy. In contrast, the products are limited.

This is something that even Mr. Stark can't help, but the little girl in the Stark family likes the little cakes here.

As a principled little girl, Ayu was ashamed to let others get up early to help her line up, but she often couldn't get up herself, so she often could only stand outside the window and look in.

Fortunately, the little brother Spider-Man is keenly aware of this, and he often gets up very early, so he will come in to help her bring a piece when he is free.

I have already formed a habit, not just to bring a cake for others, but to engrave the habits and preferences of the people I care about in my heart, and I can't forget it and don't want to forget it.

Jason stood at the corner of the street, looked at the young man who was carefully carrying a piece of cake as he walked through the city, snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Peter felt that something was wrong today.

He walked through the dark alleys and high-rise buildings at a very fast speed, and successfully reached his destination in a few minutes.

Neither Mister Stark nor Captain America likes being late, and neither does Spider-Man, who is a reserve Avenger.

But today something unexpected happened.

There was a traffic jam on the wide road in front of the Avengers base, with long motorcades, crowded crowds, and loud noises.

This had nothing to do with Peter, but when he turned his head slightly, he happened to see a cat that was about to be run over by the wheels.

It's not close, but it's not a problem for Spider-Man, it's just that he may be late, and the little cake he carefully kept in his hand may not be kept.

But... does it require a choice?

The eyes under Spider-Man's uniform bent slightly, and he slid over at an extremely fast speed, passing by with his back close to the ground, holding the cake box firmly with one hand, and hugging the meowing little boy with the other. Milk cat.

——Just slid into the gate of the base, not too late, it's really coquettish.

He couldn't see the shallow shadow behind him. There was a little reporter with black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase between his jaws, and then slowly left.

It's a reluctant gesture.

Peter pushed open the door and walked into the base.

What surprised him was Ms. Romanov, who was standing at the door with her arms folded, but with an aura of [-] meters...

It looked as if he was standing here and waiting for someone.

Agent Romanov's beautiful red lips were slightly raised, she tilted her head, didn't say much, didn't even say hello, and came up to give advice to the Avengers reserve.

Peter: My ill-fated little cake QAQ

After finally protecting the fragile little pastry in his arms, Spiderman's hood is gone, and his hair is messy.

He raised his eyes and met two pairs of completely different eyes.

One is gentle with coldness, and the other is cold with coldness.

Belonging to Captain America and his buddy, Agent Bucky.

Spider-Man has felt the fear of being dominated.

Sure enough, after he put down the little cake he cared for, he was quickly dragged in by two super soldiers and beaten unilaterally. The beaten Spiderman wanted to change his mind and start a new life.

Peter came out with the cake in a trance.

I saw Mr. Stark with a bad face again.

Mr. Stark's eyes are heavy, and he is swiping his phone. The content is about daily exchanges with Batman next door. The focus has been escalated to the point that you, an old thief, use your beauty to snatch your daughter. You are shameless.

Mr. Stark kept tapping his fingers, and was about to spray it back as it was, when he thought something was wrong, his eyes gradually became darker...

He hadn't thought of this level before, and the other party pointed it out. If the other party didn't have an idea long ago, can you believe it?

Mr. Stark put down his cell phone, and said nothing with a gloomy face...

Although brats are really hateful, it would be even more hateful if there were no brats.

In short, I hate it so much that I get out of shape with anger.

Taking advantage of Mr. Stark's distraction, Peter tremblingly rushed upstairs with the little cake, coaxed the little girl out to go to school with a good voice, and walked out with the sleeping person on his back as usual.

The smart butler is as considerate as ever, and the breakfast on the downstairs table is still for two, but...

A breakfast and a glass of water are enough...

The author has something to say:

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