When you have two sets of superheroes

On the first day of training, Shirley gave up the idea of ​​breaking sandbags for a week—after she saw that Steve could punch through sandbags, this objective power gap made her see herself and the United States clearly. The insurmountable gap between the captains.

...Maybe she can do it after her strength level is raised to full, but she is looking forward to the day when she beats Captain America as a sandbag rather than breaking a sandbag.

Facts have proved that daydreaming is really inappropriate, but Shirley was thrown down by Steve and fell on the cushion once again.

Her sports vest was already drenched with sweat, and so was Steve, with his dark blonde hair wetly stuck to his forehead, and he said to Shirley, "Let's do this for today?"

Shirley raised her arms to shield her face from the harsh light of the crude incandescent light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

Steve sat next to her and stuffed a bottle of water in her hand.

Shirley sat up with difficulty to drink water, glanced at Steve, and then down to his arm muscles.

Almost twice as thick as hers.

Shirley gestured and sighed enviously.

Steve laughed and said, "When you really practice like me, you should have a headache."

Shirley thought for a while and said, "King Kong Barbie is pretty good too."

This is probably the most hard-working and toughest young girl Steve has ever seen besides Natasha. These days in a foreign country are enough for him to see the environment in Huaguo clearly. There is no violence or chaos here. Gun crimes, even street robberies, are rare, and Shirley doesn't need to have such skills at all.

He was suspicious, but it must have involved the other party's private affairs, so it was inconvenient to ask further questions.

But having said that, Shirley's strength is much stronger than that of ordinary women, so she is quite comfortable with his methods.As for other weapons such as throwing sticks, Bruce still specializes in it, so Shirley allocated the morning and afternoon time to the two new mentors, and stayed in her room to rest in the evening.

But the little superheroes all know that Shirley didn't rest at all at night, but went to the zombie dungeon with Clark to practice magic.

Originally, they were quite happy to see the results. Going out to exercise was better than Shirley shutting herself in her room all day long, thinking wildly, but after a long time, it was inevitable to feel worried. This was not a distraction, it was clearly trying to exhaust herself.

Superman took the footprints kicked by Batman on the cloak, and followed Shirley to the zombie dungeon again.

"elder sister."

Shirley threw a ball made of thunder and lightning at him: "What's wrong?"

The sound of thunder exploded, and the flickering electric light rushed on the ground like a river with Clark as the center, and all the zombies it passed were burned to charcoal.

As for Clark, except for the cloak being shaken a bit, it didn't affect him at all.

"Sister," he murmured, "don't you feel tired?"

"Okay."

Shirley replied casually, and another sharp arrow appeared when her palms were closed, but it was different from the previous red arrow. This ice-blue arrow had a surge of electric current visible to the naked eye, and the highly concentrated energy made it materialized. Shooting towards the group of zombies with such momentum, piercing through their heads one by one like piercing candied haws.

But in fact, it is not much different from the Red Arrow.

Shirley clicked her tongue, and put down her hands without interest.

"Sister," Clark insisted, "the weather is nice these days, you can go out and relax, watch movies and play games, or go shopping with Natasha, and buy some clothes and cosmetics."

Shirley glanced at him. Clark was so nervous that his little curly hair was tense. She smiled and said, "I'm relaxing. I won't go to the warehouse to practice tomorrow. I want to go to the gym with Steve."

Clark: "...Does fitness count as relaxation?"

"For me." Shirley shrugged.

Clark sighed secretly with a complex expression, he flew up to Shirley, and asked softly, "Sister, can I carry you and sit on a tree?"

Clark has just been born, and his personality is a bit softer than the gentle and modest Clark. Naturally, he is also... Well, he is particularly easy to bully. For example, there are always Bruce's footprints on his cloak, which can well illustrate this point.

Shirley stretched out her hand obediently. She is a typical soft eater and can't refuse this kind of sweetness.

Shirley knows what the little superheroes are worried about, but she really thinks that there is nothing wrong with being like this now. Compared with her who was content with the status quo before, Shirley feels that she is more self-motivated now.And she rarely thinks about Superman's death anymore, even if she deliberately avoids it, she can at least manage her emotions well.She knew that she couldn't do more now, but could only wait, but she didn't want to dwell too much on the past.

Shirley was sitting on a branch dangling her legs boredly, holding a crossbow in her hand and playing with shooting zombies, while listening to Clark cautiously persuade her: "Sister, I know you are sad for Superman's death, but... that is Doomsday, no matter how strong a human being is, there is no way to defeat him, no matter how strong you train, there is no way to change anything."

"I know." Shirley said without raising her head, she put the arrow on the string with her left hand neatly, shot it with a 'chi', and created another bunch of zombie brand candied haws, "I didn't think it was my fault, Clark, I just I don’t want this to happen a second time.”

Clark wanted to say something else, Shirley turned to him and smiled, and said: "I'm really fine, don't worry, and tell others not to worry, I know my situation, if there is anything I will tell you of."

Clark looked at her with wet blue eyes, Shirley sighed, and patted the footprints on his red cloak clean: "Sister, poor little girl, don't let Bruce kick you again."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anyway." Clark said briskly, "I think he's pretty good, at least he cares about you."

Shirley laughed: "Is caring about me a good person?"

"That's right." Clark nodded seriously, "Sister is the most important thing."

Shirley couldn't hold back, and a pair of claws attacked Superman's curly hair again.

The next morning, Shirley and Steve hit the gym.

They come three or four times a week. Shirley is located in a third-tier city in the southeast. There are not many foreigners, and there are even fewer foreigners who are handsome and good-looking. They attract many people every time. For his attention, the men envied and hated him, while the girls secretly looked at him and struck up a conversation with him on the pretext of asking for advice on fitness.

Of course, Shirley has no doubt that there must be someone who wants to take the opportunity to practice oral English.

Steve was thin-skinned and was surrounded by four or five girls, unable to get out. Shirley squeezed in with a calm face, pulled at the hem of his T-shirt and said, "Come on, take off your clothes."

Steve: "???"

Shirley raised her elbow against his arm, and Steve didn't know what she was going to do, but he raised his arm obediently, allowing Shirley to take off his outer clothes, revealing the inside A sports vest of the same style as hers.

The pattern on Steve's tank top reads: My Girlfriend →

Shirley's is: ←My boyfriend.

Everyone: "..."

The clothes were printed in Chinese, and Steve put them on without paying attention. At this moment, he looked blankly at the girls who were still enthusiastic just now, and suddenly scattered. Shirley patted his chest casually, "Okay , don’t be dazed, just roll the iron.”

Steve still found it strange, so he opened the Wudao Dictionary app on his phone and scanned it while he was resting. After seeing the English definition, his face turned red, and he closed the app like a thief and put away his phone.

At noon, they ate a nutritious meal specially customized by the gym. This is considered a high-end gym, and there are only about [-] people in total. Sitting scattered in the restaurant does not seem crowded and noisy.

Xue Li is in a good mood, and her strength is steadily increasing. If she had known that fitness and combat training were so useful, she would not have spent her hard-earned points to redeem them.

Steve looked at the girl opposite who was buried in eating. He had been training with Shirley, so he could see her progress.But what is strange is that Shirley's waist and arm muscles have not increased by half. No matter how much she eats or how hard she exercises, her figure is always thin and thin.But during the fighting training, Steve could clearly feel that her strength had grown, and this violation of ergonomics really puzzled him.

"What's wrong?" Shirley noticed his gaze and looked up at him with a piece of boiled vegetables in her mouth.

Steve shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just strange...how come you are still so thin."

Steve's worried old father's tone made Shirley almost think that she was facing Steve, she giggled indifferently, and said confidently, "That's because fairies can't get fat."

Steve: "???"

Although as a centenarian, I can't keep up with Shirley's jokes, Steve can see that she is happier today than before, with a bit of vigor that a young girl should have, which makes him feel relieved, unconsciously He also laughed.

"Tony never talked about you, I—"

Shirley's smile froze for an instant, and she stared at him with wide eyes: "He never talked about me???"

Asshole Iron Man, did she treat him well? !

"Ah, that's not what I meant, and I don't think Tony meant that either." Steve said hastily, "He must have taken you very seriously—I mean, when Tony got back to Avengers Tower, he was busy I searched my pockets for my phone to look at the photo album, I think it should be your photos."

"Oh...well." Shirley reluctantly accepted the explanation, "We did take a lot of photos on the day he went back." Then she threw her chopsticks sleepily, "I don't want to eat grass anymore, I want to eat meat, Eat McDonald's!"

This nonsense nutritious meal is like feeding people like rabbits. Shirley wanted to live a healthy life, but she was persuaded to quit after eating a few mouthfuls.

"Then I'll go buy it?" Steve asked her. He didn't think too much about it. He just saw Shirley lying on the table and probably didn't want to move, so he took the initiative to run errands.

It turned out that when he got back from McDonald's, he belatedly realized how wrong it was to eat chicken and fries in a pile of nutritious meals.

——He was almost stared at by the resentful eyes of those around him.

Xue Li had a great time eating, she only likes spicy wings, and she ate twenty pairs by herself, and she threw the bones into the plate cleanly, next to the boiled chicken breast that she disliked. Boiled carrots and boiled greens with corn kernels.

"Do you have plans for a while?" She asked Steve, "I want to go to the movies, do you want to come together?"

Steve nodded, "Okay, I have nothing else to do."

Shirley sent a message to the little superheroes at home, saying that she was playing outside and would go back later.

Because it was a noon show and it was a horror movie, almost no one was watching it in the cinema except them. Shirley hugged a bucket of popcorn and ate it, and the zombies in the movie also gnawed on human bones; Shirley gulped down Coke, and the zombie gulped down human blood.

Steve: "..."

However, Shirley tends to get sleepy when she is full, and she gets tired of eating half a bucket of popcorn. She was paralyzed on all fours, and finally fell asleep in a daze amidst the roars of zombies and the screams of survivors in the movie. .

Steve soon noticed that she was asleep, and gently removed the nearly overturned popcorn bucket from her hand, and Shirley followed suit, leaning on his shoulder and going back to sleep.Then, as if feeling a little uncomfortable, she rubbed down again, leaning against his arm.

Well... more muscles are more comfortable.

Steve froze for a moment, and then relaxed quickly. He joined the Avengers after he was dug out of the ice. Usually, he was either doing tasks or exercising. Even if he was resting, he would watch TV and watch TV to relax at home. This was the first time. Go to the cinema to watch a movie.

Still with a young girl.

Steve ate the popcorn without saying a word, thinking that if Tony and the others heard about it when they went back, they would not know how to joke again, but the idea also passed by in a flash. Watch movies and enjoy them when they are free. It's good to have a look at modern life.

Shirley fell asleep straight to the finale, opened her eyes and yawned, and said to Steve, "Let's go shopping."

Although she doesn't need anything, she still wants to buy something she likes when she sees it, especially clothes and jewelry, and she doesn't hesitate to swipe her card.

Shirley: "Tony says he's a billionaire, will he spend money like this?"

Steve: "He usually chooses to buy the entire mall."

Shirley said with a cold face: "...Oh, goodbye."

At four o’clock in the afternoon, celebrities came to the mall to hold an event. Shirley and Steve stood on the second floor with a cup of milk tea to watch the excitement. Almost everyone else ran down. Only the salesmen of each store and counter were still holding their positions. .

"A lot of people." Steve sighed.

"After all, China has a population of 14 billion." Shirley said leisurely, "Just get used to it, and don't suffer from dense phobia."

"Are you feeling better?" Steve asked softly.

"It's been okay all the time," Shirley shrugged. She lowered her eyelashes and stirred the straw to eat the pearls. "Actually, it's nothing...just a friend passed away. I got over it a long time ago. They just don't believe it and always worry about it." " She said without raising her head, her voice was flat and flat, like a pool of stagnant water.

Steve thought to himself, it's no wonder they would believe it if they said it was okay in this tone.If it wasn't for the smile in the last tone, he might have to follow up with a few words of persuasion.

Shirley sighed: "Steve, the pleasure brought by spending money really disappears so quickly."

Steve thought for a while, "Then..."

"Store these things and buy them later."

Steve Rogers, 100 Years of Professional Baggage: "No problem."

The author has something to say: Taobao chopping hands can no longer bring me pleasure...

Because at the same time, the wallet is also deflated...

【Lit Cigarettes in Vicissitudes】