When you have two sets of superheroes

The first time Spider-Man met Batman was on a dark and stormy night.

Although Shirley has warned her not to interfere in Gotham's affairs, you can't expect Spider-Man to stand by and do nothing when an accident happens, so Peter took off his outer clothes after hesitating for five seconds. He stuffed it into his schoolbag for Ned, put on his hood and rushed forward, shooting out spider webs.

As Shirley said, Batman did arrive soon after the incident. He glanced at Peter and said in a hoarse and rough voice: "This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

There are quite a few words, and his attitude can be considered gentle (compared to before), if he didn't know Peter and knew that the other party was just a child, Batman would definitely only have one word——

roll.

But the little spider was still frightened. The dark figure that stepped out of the thick night was extremely tall, as if his head could be twisted off in the next second; his figure was extraordinarily strong, full of oppression and threat; When he spoke without emotion, although Peter knew he meant no harm, maybe it was Batman who had just dealt with the killing intent awe-inspiringly - knocking out a gangster who pointed a gun at him, so his keen spider sense Still beeping like crazy.

After Batman said that, he jumped into the Batmobile and went to deal with things. The little spider hesitated for a moment, but still chased after him with his spider web.There are a lot of people on the other side and the firepower is very fierce, but Batman has only one Robin to help, which makes Peter a little worried.But Shirley's warning is still deeply imprinted in Peter's heart-if you can't help but shoot, it's fine, but when Batman is present, never try to grab the head with him.So Peter just squatted on a high place, dumbfounded watching the two men carry out the den of thieves in one go.

The Batmobile sprang out of the flames, and then a dark figure jumped out of the window, shot the grapple gun and climbed up to the height, standing in front of Peter.

This was originally a narrow rooftop, and the two were very close. Batman's figure completely shrouded Spiderman in the shadow, and his cloak fluttered behind him like bat wings.

The figure that looked much larger than himself made Peter back again and again, but he didn't realize that there was no railing behind him, so he fell down, and then climbed up before Batman stepped forward.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Batman looked helplessly at the boy in front of him, and the white eyes on Spiderman's mask were shrinking in horror, as if seeing a small animal that was a natural enemy.

"Go back to the hotel." Batman said in a deep voice.

Peter felt that he couldn't get used to the voice of Batman no matter how many times he listened to it, so he blurted out a sentence: "Have you considered changing to a voice changer?"

Batman: "..."

Then the little spider suddenly realized what he said, he covered his mouth all of a sudden, and met Batman's expressionless face-in fact, he had an expression, he raised his eyebrows, but the mask blocked him-he immediately became more shivering.Batman is fierce, and he is tall and strong. This kind of strength is different from Captain America. Steve’s upright and gentle temperament naturally weakens his threat. He is a loyal soldier, and this identity is also a bonus Xiang, no matter how fierce he looks, he will not make people feel dangerous.

But Batman he he he he—

He shouldn't bully Shirley, right? !

"Ok?"

After hearing Batman's suspicious, dangerous, and indifferent hum, Peter realized that he had unconsciously said the last sentence, and he was almost crying, "Yes, yes, sorry, I- — I didn’t mean that, no offense intended!!!”

"Hey, what are you two talking about here?"

Another figure landed on the roof, and Peter almost wept with joy when he saw the familiar outfit, "Nightingale!"

Shirley was very glad that she had informed Afu in advance, and told him to tell her as soon as possible if Batman and Spiderman were confronted. She took a step forward and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No."

Batman and Spiderman say at the same time.

Batman's deep and rough voice overlapped with Spiderman's slightly trembling voice, making the three of them silent.

Shelly: "..."

"Cough." She cleared her throat, but she was actually asking Spider-Man, "Okay, everyone—" She suddenly widened her eyes and saw the wound on Peter's back sharply, "Damn it's not hurt! Little spider, your uniform is all torn, don't you feel the coolness on your back?"

Peter wanted to say that he was so nervous that his whole body felt cool now.

"What is this..." Shirley frowned and stared at the wound, "Burn?"

"Oh, someone just took a flame-breathing... uh, a gun or something." Peter said, "Is it hurt? I thought I dodged it." He twisted his upper body hard and wanted to Look, then gasped in pain, said with a sad face, "Okay, okay, I didn't escape."

Shirley patted the little spider's arm, "Let's go, I'll go back to the hotel with you to treat the wound."

Little Spider shuddered all over, and he felt that Batman's gaze on him became even colder.

Peter wanted to cry but had no tears: "No, no, I can—"

"Back to the Manor," Batman said, "Everyone."

Peter shut up for a moment.

Shirley brought Peter back to Wayne Manor, and the little spider's tense nerves did not relax until he tasted Afu's black tea and cookies. However, this period only lasted 5 minutes, and Bruce took off his bat. He started to get nervous again after the armor changed into the normal clothes and walked down.

"This is Dick's clothes, you put them on first, and I'll help you treat the wound."

Bruce handed over a stack of clothes, and Peter thanked him and quickly jumped upstairs—yes, he jumped directly from the first floor to the second floor. Dick who happened to pass by was stunned, and Shirley was so glad he didn't stick directly On the ceiling, say: "The third room on the right, you can change there."

After Peter shut himself into the room in a panic, Shirley asked Bruce curiously: "What are you doing, scaring the child like this?"

"I didn't do anything, but..." Bruce said, squinting his eyes, "He asked me if I would bully you."

Shirley burst out laughing, of course it wouldn't be a problem for Bruce, he was handsome and handsome, but for Batman, who looked unsmiling and cruel to outsiders, almost twice her weight——

At this time, Peter came out after changing his trousers. He put his clothes on his arms and walked down the stairs in a neat manner.

"Y-sorry, bat- Wayne, Mr. Wayne, sorry," Peter stumbled, "I just, I-"

"It's okay." Bruce said, he wouldn't really bother with a child, "You just care, I understand."

So Peter felt even more guilty, how could he maliciously speculate on others like this.But the guilt was gone when Bruce helped him to apply the medicine - God knows how hard he had to endure it to keep from screaming, and his facial features were distorted.

"Take it easy, Bruce," Shirley couldn't help but say, "You can't treat a child the way you treat your own wounds."

"I'm fine." Peter said bravely, "I was injured before, and I took care of it myself."

Shirley gritted her teeth. She sat down across from Little Spider and said, "You know Tony won't be happy, Peter."

Tony can't control the little spider and let him not "help others", so the bottom line he set is that Peter must know what to do. Peter couldn't handle it, so he had to retreat.

"So don't tell him," Peter begged.

Bruce looked up at Shirley to see how she would react.

"I've lied to you many times, Peter." Shirley sighed, "You're only 15 years old, you see, even Dick is acting with Bruce. You know how much Tony valued you, and the captain disagreed with you He's the one who fights for you on the daily patrol. You know how upset he'll be if something happens to you because of it."

Peter looked down.

"But, but I just..."

"It's not a bad thing to ask others for help, Peter. The Avengers is an organization, and the meaning of its existence is to keep everyone from fighting alone." Shirley said gently, "Don't let yourself have new ones." The wound, otherwise Tony and I can’t explain it.” Iron Man is too busy, she and Peter are the only ones in the Avengers who are about the same age (seemingly), and they often patrol together before, so Tony always binds the two unconsciously together.

Peter looked up at her, as if he had realized something, he murmured, "So, so, is it because of Mr. Stark that you always patrol with me..."

"No, I always act with you because I like you, honey." Shirley rubbed his hair comfortingly, and asked Bruce, "Are you ready?"

"Okay," Bruce said, throwing the bloody pus-stained cotton ball into the bag.

Shirley said, "Then I'll take you back to the hotel."

This time Peter did not refuse, but responded in a low voice.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, A Fu, who consciously avoided it just now, came out of the kitchen and sighed: "Miss Shirley will definitely be a good mother in the future."

"Of course." Bruce said, flipping a page of the newspaper nonchalantly, "She already is, and Jason and Dick are the best proof."

After finishing this sentence, Bruce noticed the "later" in Afu's words and the deep meaning in it, and he couldn't help but froze slightly, feeling helpless and embarrassing at the same time, "Afu..."

A Fu smiled and said nothing, would he say that he even thought of the name of the young master and the young lady?Impossible, this kind of thing is to say half and hide half, let Bruce think for himself.

It has to be said that Afu is quite proficient in dealing with Master Bruce. Bruce stares at the newspaper mechanically, but he can't help but imagine the appearance of his and Shirley's children in his mind.

Preferably a girl—a boy would be fine too, but he wanted a girl anyway.Their daughter should have the same facial features and eyebrows as Shirley, the same brown hair as her, and the same bright smile as her...Unconsciously, Bruce completely excluded his genes and focused on imagining the future "" Little Shirley".

For the sake of childhood happiness, Little Wayne may also wish he was a girl :)

***

Shirley is very glad that Tony is not a workaholic, otherwise when the genius brains of two Tonys collide with each other, they will definitely stay in the workshop for three days and three nights without going out.

Tony chattered to Shirley about his nanotechnology while putting on his tie, and said confidently, "I can make you a portable armor in a month at most!"

Shirley actually didn't quite understand what he was talking about, so she could only ask questions from the limited information to show that she was listening carefully: "How portable is it?"

"For you, you only need something like a necklace to store the nanorobots, but for me it's in the reactor." Tony said happily, and asked Friday to call up the three-dimensional simulation map for Shirley looked, "Peter has his own way too, that little troublemaker, I have to show him." He looked disgusted, but like a mother hen, he firmly protected the chicks with his wings.

Shirley, who had just helped Peter cover up the trouble, coughed a little guilty, and Tony asked, "Have you changed into your dress?"

"It's changed."

Today is the day when they are going to the auction, and everyone is preparing separately. Tony looked at her in the mirror and said, "Don't worry, the Iron Legion in the workshop is ready to go, and we will be fine."

"I'm not worried." Shirley smiled, and something warm and soft slowly filled her chest, which gradually calmed down her agitated mood due to the approaching mission time, "We are revenge or, Tony."

"Yes, that's right." Tony said proudly, "We are the strongest alliance in the world! The one stronger than the Justice League!"

Shelly: "..."

Suddenly it wasn't so exciting.

***

The auction was held on a private island, and Tony and Shirley took his own private helicopter, but there were also some people who were sent to the island by private jets sent by the auction organizer, so the planes parked on the tarmac were not not much.

Natasha's voice came from the headset: "We have already entered."

Coulson: "SHIELD is ready."

Tony turned around and helped Shirley off the plane, while complaining in a low voice: "Ready? Not many of you can use it."

Shirley pinched his arm to signal him to be quiet.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or Bruce intentionally ambushed him. Shirley and Tony met him as soon as they entered the main hall. Bruce in a suit and leather shoes was so handsome and coquettish that Shirley wanted to let go of Tony and rush towards him for a second.

"Mr. Stark."

"Mr. Wayne."

The two rich men looked at each other with smirks, Shirley caught a glimpse of the silver ring on Bruce's left middle finger, and she didn't take off the ring on her own hand, but at the moment she was holding Tony's arm...

Shirley swallowed unconsciously, she was about to commit cancer from embarrassment.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is my assistant, Shirley." Tony said pretendingly, and put his arms around her waist, "Isn't she very beautiful?"

Bruce took a step closer, and the distance between the two was less than five centimeters, as if they were about to kiss each other in the next moment.

He lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course my fiancee is beautiful, Mr. Stark."

In the earphones was the sound of a group of people desperately holding back their laughter. Xue Li pinched the soft flesh around Iron Man's waist fiercely. The communication channel of the earphones was still on, so she didn't want to stage a Shura field in front of everyone.

Tony's smile froze in pain: "...your fiancée is so enthusiastic."

Shirley smiled: "Stark."

"Okay, let's go, everything is up to you."

Tony showed a teeth-stinging pampering expression, and walked in with his arms around Shirley. Bruce was not far behind them. He wanted to go to Shirley's side, but he was afraid that he and Stark would be there at the same time. It will attract too much attention, so I have to give up.

Natasha, posing as a waiter, smiled as she returned a glass for a customer and said on the way back to the bar, "I bet Wayne's waist can't be pinched."

Shirley snorted, and said quickly while keeping her lips parted naturally, "That's for sure."

In the exhibition hall, all the commodities that participated in the auction tonight were restored with stereoscopic projection technology. Shirley activated the perspective skill, pretended to appreciate it seriously, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment, especially the underground. As expected, the underground of the exhibition hall was indeed It's unique, but the strange thing is that there are booths and iron cages below, but there is no place for guests.

At this time, someone came to chat with Tony. Shirley smiled reflexively. Tony dismissed the man in a few words. Shirley took the time to explore the ground. There's another auction going on underground. I didn't hear Chris's voice, but other Hydras have mentioned his name, so he should be there."

"Earphones? This is new." Hawkeye said. "By the way, their eyes are also very strange. They may wear some kind of tiny glasses to receive the images of the underground auction."

"Interesting way, it seems that the big head is another auction." Tony whispered, staring at Shirley's caramel-colored eyes, charming and deep, and the smile on his face was so tender that it seemed to be talking sweet words, " We'll leave in a moment, Coulson, point out a way for us to break in."

"Exit halfway?" Shirley asked, pretending to help him straighten his tie, "won't it be too eye-catching?"

"Oh, sweetheart, there is no need for any reason for Stark to leave the scene with the woman." Tony gently fiddled with the broken hair hanging by her ear, and he still looked at ease under Brucesen's cold gaze not far away, "Then we Come in, it's about to start."

Reports from Coulson and Natasha kept coming through the earphones, as if everything was planned, but just as Shirley and Tony were about to leave, a person no one expected appeared.

He was wearing a purple armor and cloak, with a helmet on his head, and his eyes were sharp and sinister, scanning everyone present.

"You will pay for what you did."

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