[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

The members participating in the academic competition are all staying in the hotel where the venue is held, and Phoebe calls an Uber to drive to the hotel. The driver who is matched is not very chatty, but this is what the little witch needs now.Queenie is still texting with her, and she's doing her best to be coquettish, and she's full of typos.

She knew she wasn't rushing out of the Hall of Justice because of some photo request, but because of that feeling, that feeling of touching God.

That moment of contact seemed to open a locked door, and even now Phoebe can recall how the power gathered around her.When she closed her eyes and stretched out her spirit, looking for answers with both fear and expectation, the entire huge planet seemed to be turned into a sand table, and the bright and dark souls were like endless gravel.In God's open arms, her eyes swept across familiar and unfamiliar souls, Merlin, Newt, Queenie, Jacob, and...

[Sir already knows, come to me directly. -Peter]

The text message prompt interrupted her thoughts, and Phoebe leaned her head back on the back of the seat in silence, trying to ignore that the soul of the driver next to her was still glowing rhythmically.

......

Peter and Ned were given the same room, and Phoebe sent him a message before walking into the hotel.Maybe the venue didn't prohibit the relatives and friends of the contestants from entering, maybe she looked like a substitute, so there were no obstacles along the way.

Peter appeared in the corridor on the third floor and waved downward.

The strange white lights of the soul that surrounded her could no longer bother her, instead, the pain flowed along the spine like an echo.

Everything she's been through - she doesn't know what she's become, the magic is suddenly terribly strange, the world could be destroyed at any moment, a bunch of old guys jump out and say it's fate, and then for no reason, the superheroes accept With this setting, it's as common as a God, a bunch of biblical beings, a stick-wielding magician, and a girl with angelic powers appearing out of nowhere is as common as a burnt slice of bread for breakfast.

And Peter knew nothing.

He ran down the stairs briskly, as if he had just changed his clothes, his half-curled hair was messed up in the air, and there was a faint scratch on his face.

He should continue to teach bicycle thieves a lesson, show the way to the elderly, help tourists recover snacks stolen by birds, and be a "next door" Spider-Man.

The world is a piece of shit, and he's too good to have to take it.

"Hi."

Peter stood still in front of her, his eyes subconsciously scanned her body, and then let out a breath.

"Hi."

"Don't move, Grandma Queenie wants to see a picture of the two of us together," Phoebe walked to him, holding up the phone with her right hand, "Also, later we have to talk 'well' about what you said to her. "

Peter blushed.

He froze in place, terribly uncomfortable, waiting for the picture to be finished, just putting one arm behind her back to make the pose look less awkward.There were wolf whistles one after another from the student group that was still training, and I don't know which school's students are so unrestrained.

Peter's ears were red by the time Phoebe sent the text.

"Would you... uh, would you like to go get a cup of coffee?" He scratched his head and almost blurted out asking her if she wanted to go to the room, thinking that if it did, Ned might put on a big blowout Forget it anyway.

So they went to the coffee bar of the hotel.

Compared with the public area outside, there are only a lot more students in the coffee bar. Most of them are either reading thick reference books or frantically looking up information on the computer.When the two walked to the ordering counter, there were still a few people queuing in front of them, muttering words while queuing, reminding Phoebe of the grand occasion in the Gryffindor common room before the History of Magic exam.

They waited for their respective drinks to be ready, and then found a remote corner.

The four-seater is right next to the window. Looking out, you can see the panoramic view of the back of the hotel. Huge green plants block a small space between the seat and other areas. If it didn’t happen that the group of students in front returned to the room If they go, they can't find this kind of seat at all.

Peter ran one hand through his already unruly hair, only to find himself messing it up a few seconds later. "So, Hall of Justice, huh?"

"The Hall of Justice is beautiful," Phoebe said without a word. "I've sat there for a while, and I've seen more heroes than I've ever seen in my entire life. You won't believe it, the whole league is in the hall, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and even Green Lantern who only returns to Earth once in a few years. I also saw members of the X-Men and some Avengers, but unfortunately there was no our friend Spiderman."

Peter choked on his coffee.

"I've already said it, but thank you, Peter, for everything," Phoebe added.

He stared at the still fluctuating liquid, as if hoping to drown himself in it, and after a while he said, "Why did Deadpool kidnap you?"

"......I have no idea."

"Mr. Stark should be participating in an event in India, why did he suddenly appear in Washington and save your life?"

"I do not know."

"Why are those superheroes meeting you?"

Phoebe didn't answer at all.

You could tell him, a part of herself was thinking, now that the wizarding world has been exposed to some Chaoying, it's only a matter of time before it's exposed to them all.Spider-Man is also a superhero, or one related to Iron Man, maybe an Avenger, so what if he knows?

But another part of her still felt withdrawn.

It was at this moment that their eyes met.

It was so hard to look innocent in Peter's dark brown eyes, which had always been uncannily honest, and Phoebe didn't know how she was doing, but she guessed it was bad.I don't know how long it took, until it was so long that she could hardly hold back her smile, Peter drank the coffee in the cup in one gulp, then nodded slightly.

"Okay," he said curtly.

Drained, Phoebe reached out to magic for help, but there was no magic in this small space, no God, just... him, just Peter's soul throbbing warmly.

"So will you win the game?" She forced herself to withdraw her energy and looked at his cheek intently. "A good ranking will add a beautiful touch to your resume. Don't you want to go to Empire State University?"

"Yeah," Peter also looked away, "we will win, we have the best members, Michelle, Ned, Li..." He didn't go on.

For some reason he felt it was a mistake to mention Liz now.

For some reason he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had thought of Liz.

"I have to go." Phoebe stood up suddenly.

"Jacob and Queenie are already on their way back. You can go home with the school bus after we finish the game." Peter, who also stood up, said at a loss.

They walked into the lobby of the hotel, and Ned was lying on the railing on the third floor looking down, gesticulating with his hands, his soul trembling with excitement, as if he had discovered some great secret.Ned knew Spider-Man's identity, and Spider-Man was at the scene of the Chitauri weapon attack, and whatever he found couldn't be good.

"What are you going to do next?" she asked.

"I have to do something important," Peter replied.

"You mean to do something stupid."

"Phoebe, actually I..."

Peter took a step forward, and he opened his mouth, as if about to admit his deepest secret.His tone is so sincere, his expression is so soft, something in those eyes almost overflows.

But not now, now she is not ready to tell everything about herself, now she does not know how to respond.

Phoebe put her hand over Peter's mouth.

Peter opened his eyes slightly.

"I really have to go," she said softly. "I have to...emm, I have to save the world. You know, from two runaway grandparents."

Peter's lips twisted in her palm, thin lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.

a smile.

This time they stared at each other for a long time, until the smile in those dark brown eyes turned into something deeper, determination, courage, responsibility, and protection.There was that warm flutter around Phoebe again, and she almost wanted to melt in it.

"Would you like to do another divination for me?" Spider-Man's tone was almost loving.

She dropped her arms and leaned forward to give him a hug—still looking into his eyes.

Peter felt his throat go dry.

The wolf whistle started again.

"I don't need a divination," she replied, "I don't need a divination, Peter Parker, you'll win, whatever."

I can do it too.

This hapless world will come to an end one day, but not today.