[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

Why am I standing in the doorway of an apartment?Tara rubbed the key in her hand, but was still a little unresponsive for a moment.

She was studying hard in the Avengers Building, or in other words, she was trying to memorize the small spells.Then she was notified by Tony that she had been given a new apartment.And was immediately kicked out of the building.

Even the key was handed to her by the former landlord, and the middle-aged woman quickly disappeared after a few simple explanations.In fact, Tara could no longer remember exactly what she had said.

She is still struggling with how she joined the family of homeowners in one big jump.She originally thought that Iron Man would put her in the Avengers Building, supervise her nearby or something.Sighing, Tara gave up the entanglement. She is not very good at guessing human beings. Is this probably the kindness of rich people?The poor spider lady shrugged and pushed open the door.

"Wow!" Obviously, this exclamation was not from Tara, and she rarely exclaimed.

"It's really nice here! Mr. Stark is really thoughtful, as expected of Mr. Stark!" Tara glanced at the excited Peter, and remained silent.

"Don't you think this house is great?" Peter didn't get a response, turned around and looked over expectantly, hoping to get a positive gaze.

Tara thought for a while under his eager gaze, and said cautiously: "So, would you want this house to be my spouse?"

"Eh? Wait, wait, wait!" Peter waved his hands again and again, his face flushed, "I, I, I don't mean that! No, no, no, I mean, this house is really amazing, but, I, I I……"

Tara watched him dancing and dancing for a while, and cut off his words in time: "I understand, I will work hard." After she finished speaking, she nodded solemnly, "Is courtship so difficult? "

Peter was completely frozen in place, looking like he was about to burst out of steam or something.Tara bit her lower lip, but finally couldn't hold back, and smiled while holding the shoe cabinet.She rubbed the corners of her eyes while laughing, as if she was laughing with tears, and her voice was intermittent because of this: "You, puff, are you so, cough, so cute?"

When she raised her head again, she met a pair of eyes full of accusations, and Tara quickly covered her mouth with her hands, fearing that the smile she had finally held back would burst out again.She walked to the sofa in two or three steps and collapsed, and waved her hands weakly: "You don't have to worry so much, I won't take you home directly."

Tara paused, looked up and blinked, "Maybe?" In Peter's widened eyes, the spider spirit narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth rascally.

"Actually, you don't need to be so troublesome." Tara stretched out on the sofa, looked around, and kindly changed the subject. "There are a lot of furniture here, and I don't need it."

Peter followed her to look around, his tone obviously blank: "Isn't it necessary?"

"I prefer to lie on the net." Tara adjusted her posture a few times, but couldn't find the most comfortable one, so she simply stood up.She still didn't forget to ask the previous question, "Don't you like it?"

"Uh, I still prefer to lie in bed?" Peter felt something was wrong with this topic, scratching his hair.

The next second, Tara pushed open the bedroom door, leaned against the door frame and nodded slightly: "Then I will keep this bed for you, and I will weave a net later."

"Stay, stay, stay???!" Peter almost jumped to the ceiling, unable to speak steadily.

Tara glanced at him and licked her lips: "Are you looking forward to it?"

"I, I, I, what are you expecting, no, no, no, why would I expect such a thing!" His tone suddenly rose and then quickly weakened, his eyes flickered against his flushed face.

"Well, what a pity." Tara complained speciously, and closed the door casually.

"Speaking of which," she nodded her chin, "what did Iron Man ask you to come with me?"

"I'll show you the way, and I'll take you to buy furniture." Peter replied honestly, "Mr. Stark thinks you might want to add some new furniture." Some are too much.

Tara was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Then let's go out."

"Buying furniture?" Peter patted his face, still not daring to look into her eyes.

"Of course not," the girl's tone was completely natural, "I want to see what work is available."

"Are you going to do a part-time job?" Peter asked and continued, "What do you want to do? Restaurant waiter? Convenience store cashier? Hand out leaflets?"

Seeing that he was about to start talking again, Tara said seriously: "Can't you move bricks?"

"...No." Peter looked at her helplessly, "You have to learn to hide your ability." Think of a slender girl carrying a steel bar or a cement bag taller than herself... No no no, can't think about it.Peter shook his head.

"And you want to find a place that is closer to home, it's fine to be close to school, ah, no, this distance shouldn't make any difference to you." Peter finally decided, "Let's go out and have a look."

Seeing that the blush on his face had completely disappeared, Tara lingered on him for a while and then looked away: "Listen to you."

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Working part-time during the day and studying at night, Tara's life suddenly became richer.

By the way, Peter lived not far from her. Although Tara would not feel that far away as long as they were all in Queens, it was a real neighborhood.It was only one street away, and Tara thought she might be able to jump directly from the roof of her house to the opposite side.

Peter was used to Tara's spousal invitation from time to time, but he couldn't help but blush every time.After all, how could this kind of thing really get used to it!

I don't know how it works in the middle, but Tara always took an exam smoothly after the so-called holiday, and then inexplicably turned into a transfer student and entered Peter's class.

Even Peter didn't know that Tara would be directly in the same class as him. He thought it was at most the same school. When he saw that familiar face on the first day of school, he was taken aback.

As soon as Tara was brought into the class by the teacher, she pinpointed exactly where Peter was.Unlike Vivi's wide-eyed Peter who was surprised, Tara straightened her skirt happily.

She looked as if she had dressed up for the first day of school. Her curly hair was carefully groomed and stuck to the sides of her face. With her delicate eyebrows and eyes, the boys in the class were quiet for a few seconds, Went out of the way for a warm welcome.

And Tara frowned at Peter amidst the noise.

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