[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

To be honest, Phoebe wasn't surprised that Peter had directly admitted.

Peter had already wanted to confess his hero status to her in the coffee shop before, but at that time, Phoebe suffered a sudden change as a little wizard, with a heavy burden on her shoulders, and she hadn't figured out whether she could bear it. The weight of one's total trust.

Peter looked into Phoebe's eyes, looking for something inside, he must have found what he was looking for, and saw too many other things at the same time, this contradiction made him puzzled, even panicked.

"I know Spider-Man isn't your favorite superhero," he said quickly, "I know I'm not as strong as Captain Rogers, and I'm not as smart as Mr. Stark, but I'll get better. Ex In two days, I also helped Mr. Stark catch a group of bad guys who resell alien weapons. Their leader is still fleeing outside, but I will always catch him. I will not let anyone hurt the residents here. "

Phoebe gave a soft "huh".

"I know, Peter," she said softly, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm a wizard and a..." angel.

She didn't say the last word, she really didn't know how to say it.

Peter's eyes widened in surprise: "But... wizards... do wizards exist? Do you mean wizards like those in Lord of the Rings?"

Phoebe laughed. Her wand was broken, but she didn't need one now.She tapped the plastic vase lightly with the black pen that Peter left on the table, and the blue vase that was snapped up during the supermarket clearance anthropomorphically twisted and turned into a little squirrel washing its face with its front paws .Phoebe turned the black pen into a pinecone again and handed it to the little guy who was rubbing her palm affectionately.

"Wow!" Peter jumped back a little. "It's, it's really, I didn't know, Phoebe, this is amazing!"

The little witch winked at him, and turned his black pen into a flower again.

Peter blushed violently.

She smiled and said, "Our family is all wizards, except for Grandpa Jacob. Every time you come to visit me, I have to tidy up for a while so as not to reveal my secrets."

"So the blue tail I saw before was real, and it was real when I saw the box move," Peter suddenly realized, "and it wasn't the slippery feet of the shooter when you were able to hold the gun in your hand, but you used......"

"magic."

"Can I learn?" he asked longingly.

Phoebe was full of trust in Ilvermorny's admissions system, so she just shook her head very sorry.She may be able to give Peter some strength, but what she said today is enough for him to digest for a while. After all, no one will run to the person they like and suddenly say, "Hi, how are you, I'm an archangel" , points may be deducted.

Aunt May was making a loud noise in the kitchen, as if something was wrong with the oven, and she came out waving a rag in the air, hoping to blow away the smoke that was drifting across the living room.

"Why don't I go downstairs and buy you some snacks?" She said shyly.

Phoebe quickly waved her hand. She glanced at Peter, then at the still swinging vase, and said to herself that it's a good thing she moved quickly, otherwise both of them would have to reveal their secrets today.

However, her movements were quick and quick, but she forgot to change back the flowers on her hand.Aunt Mei almost hid in her room with the smiling face that a 20-year-old girl would show when she saw her male god showing a beautiful body in a movie, in the name of giving the two students a space to discuss the topic.

Peter's face was so red now that he could scramble an egg, and even his soul was glowing hot.

Phoebe pursed her lips and smiled.

"The two people I saw this afternoon, are they both your brothers?" Peter suddenly thought, "I remember Grandma Queenie told me that you have a brother named Rolf, but he is only a few years older than you Is that younger one Rolf? Oh yes, so Grandma Queenie is also a wizard?"

"Queenie is a minder, she can read people's minds." Phoebe said, well, Peter's face is already red to the limit of human beings, basically, except for the red skull, no one should be able to do this To the point, "Those two are indeed my elder brothers, but they are not Rolf, I will explain to you later."

After Peter nodded with difficulty, she stood up and said happily: "I brought a cat or raccoon. They can protect the owner and guide the owner to identify the upright people. I'm really afraid that you will be deceived by people everywhere outside. , this little guy was only a few months old, and it's time to recognize someone, so I can rest assured that you are raising her."

The little spider wanted to refuse very much, but who could refuse a cat with wide eyes?

He stretched out his hand to hug the little guy wagging his tail, and the latter let out a few soft screams, and found a comfortable place to nest in his arms. "It's a girl?"

"It's a girl," Phoebe said gravely. "They eat what you eat, no need to buy anything for her."

A few days later, she suddenly found a pile of cat supplies, climbing frames and cat litter boxes in Peter's house. This is another story, but now Peter will only nod no matter what she says, as if he has been completely attracted by this soft and furry little thing. The cuteness turned, and even the eyes became bright.

"Now I know why you wear a mask." Phoebe smiled. If he didn't wear a mask, which villain in the world could seriously fight him.

Perhaps Peter received the joke, he snorted, and immediately got up and walked towards the room with the kitten in his arms. From the angle behind, Phoebe could clearly see that his walking posture was a bit weird, and the little witch who was still laughing suddenly frown.

She is now proficient at switching her perspective at the soul and body levels. Although she doesn't use this skill often - it is inevitable that she is a bit disrespectful to others - but she doesn't care much about a tough-talking guy at the moment.

Sure enough, Spider-Man has a bit of an avulsion fracture in his foot.

"Peter, what's wrong with your foot?" Phoebe asked knowingly.

Little Spider just walked back from putting Maolizi in the basket at the foot of the bed, when he heard that, he was startled and said it was no big deal.At any rate, he still remembered that he was facing a little witch, and he had just learned the secret that Grandma Queenie could listen to people's hearts, so he didn't dare to make it up too much at the moment, and only said that he fell down while chasing the horror Foot, but according to previous experience, such an injury will heal itself within a few days.

Phoebe sighed.

She squatted down, pointed her finger at Peter's injured place, and healed the injury that "will be healed in a few days" with a healing spell.Peter looked down at her, a soft gleam in his brown eyes, a little shy but almost loving.

Maolizi meowed loudly and slowly in the room, and Aunt Mei turned on the TV loudly.

The archangel squatted before the man, watching his joyful soul.

Powers or not, Peter is still Peter, and Phoebe, she's still who she used to be, but she's not who she used to be either.

The glory of the archangel resounded in her body, constituting her mighty soul; the love for the Father, brothers and sisters, and all things reverberated in her body, constituting her tough flesh and blood.The burden on the shoulders has not been lightened, and it has even become heavier, but what an explorer who is dazed and doesn't know what he is looking for cannot do, a defender who has become more and more determined after exile in the world can do it.

Raziel loves human beings and everything in the world from beginning to end.Prometheus stole the flames of the gods and gave them to the world, and Raziel recorded all the magic skills needed for survival in heaven to teach the world.

But now, Phoebe was still in love with other people, she just wanted to put all her affection, more personal affection, on one soul.

How can an archangel love a human being?

She had to be careful, like caged a trembling bird, her beloved bird.

Protect him with the most exquisite cage, feed him with the most expensive feed, give him a constant warm room temperature 360 ​​days a year, stay away from the strong wind that can break his wings, stay away from the rainstorm that can wet his wings, and keep him away from burns The scorching sun of the eyes, away from all harm and fear, not only happily listening to the bird singing at her fingertips, shielding him from the wind and rain, shielding him from the frost, but fearing that the hot blood and strong fingers will eventually drown the bird in the palm of her hand.

A bird has wings, he needs to fly, he needs to fight the sky, he needs to be a hero, he will defend those who cannot defend themselves, he will fight for those who cannot defend themselves, he will live for the poorest, To die for the noblest cause.

Lord, I want everyone in this world to love him as much as I love him.

The author has something to say: I hope everyone can love Little Spider, Toby, Garfield, and Holland just like I love him.