A Little Thing in the Marvel Universe

In the blink of an eye, Peter and Belle have been living in Washington for a month.

In order to be a good tutor for the president's son, young Peter can be said to have tried his best.His intelligence and knowledge are definitely enough to educate Charlie Conway, who has not yet entered elementary school. However, in order to make this little boy like him, Peter has to do some tricks from time to time, such as doing somersaults, making faces, and telling jokes. Category.In short, he did a pretty good job. With his help, little Charlie built a complete Lego Death Star in three weeks.

The President of the United States has the top secret authority of S.H.I.E.L.D., so he naturally knows that a dangerous person has emerged recently who can sneak into the Avengers headquarters quietly. Of course, he also knows that the true identity of this tutor Peter Parker is Spider-Man, who was appointed by the Avengers. Specialized in protecting the safety of the president's family.Seeing how well Peter got along with his son, the president didn't complain so much about paying for a tutor out of his own pocket.

"This is all for safety reasons," Tony Stark explained to the president. "After all, the White House is not obligated to pay for the home education of the president's children, and only the status of a tutor can ensure that Peter has enough reason to take care of that child. Cute little guy.”

As for Belle, since she was photographed attending the Independence Day White House Dinner with the First Lady of the United States, the rumors that she was a gang member or even involved with foreign terrorist forces have been disproven.Even if there are a few conspiracy theorists who have not given up their views, these people cannot make any waves.

Surprisingly, not only did she regain her reputation, she also suddenly became an internet celebrity.Information that is of little value in the eyes of SHIELD, such as professional-level ballet skills, shining new models, Mensa members, students in prestigious schools, etc., if placed in the hands of the media, it is enough for them to create a new national goddess. .All of a sudden, everything was going through twists and turns, and the job offers from the agent were soft, but Belle suddenly kept a low profile and declined all the job offers.Until an attentive reporter found her name in the White House registered staff list and discovered that she had actually become the personal assistant of the president and his wife.Not long after, there was an article in the entertainment gossip section of the Daily Bugle, titled "The life of other people's 19-year-old, mixed-race young lady is like cheating."

Peter sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the Daily Bugle in his hand and mumbling.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the treatment is really different. I also went to that dinner. I am also a member of Mensa. I am studying in a prestigious school. How come I have to teach a kid to learn ABCD every day?" Peter said, touching He touched the arm of Belle, who was sitting in the back row with him, and said, "Big star, look at the car behind you. Is it possible that it's the paparazzi following you?"

"No one can follow my car." The driver in the front seat interrupted abruptly.

There is nothing wrong with what he said, because he is Clint Barton, the top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the man known as Hawkeye.

"Isn't it your own request to keep a low profile?" Belle said, "If your name also appears on the White House list, combined with our previous frequent interactions, Hydra will easily associate you with Spider-Man. Not only you, but Mrs. Parker will also be in danger."

"But uncle, what are you here for?" Peter asked very ignorantly.

The corners of Clint's mouth twitched, but he endured it, not being as knowledgeable as Peter.

"The president will visit the UK two days later, but London has not been peaceful recently, and MI[-] clearly refused to let the war machine enter the country with the president. They discussed it and I became the pilot of Air Force One this time."

Peter's face also became heavy and he said: "I watched the news. There were successive terrorist attacks in Westminster, London Bridge and Borough Market. There seemed to be protests against the president's visit to the UK. It was a mess. However, if it was just To deal with ordinary terrorist attacks, the local military police, the Secret Service, and Belle and I should be enough, but why do we actually need to dispatch Colonel Rhodes again?"

"Terrorist attacks have caused panic across the UK and have also obscured the edge of several homicide cases. In the past month, there have been seven deaths in London. The deceased were all women, aged between 25 and [-] years old. The killing methods were Very professional, the British police have no clue at the moment. But what worries us is the common characteristics of these women. They are all workers in special industries, they are all Americans, and they are very much like our first lady."

"Isn't this too mysterious?" Peter asked, "What does it mean to be very similar to the first lady? Does she have so many twin sisters in London waiting for gangsters to come and attack her?"

Clint didn't answer, just threw a folder over.

Peter opened it and looked inside and found that there were photos taken at the murder scene.He took a brief look and handed the thing to Belle. After the latter looked at it, he expressed the common confusion between the two of them.

"This is not a resemblance, but, did the deceased deliberately dress up like the first lady? Or was the murderer dressed up like the first lady after his death?"

"This is not the most critical issue at the moment." Clint said, "Mr. President made it clear that the visit cannot be canceled because of this inexplicable threat, and considering the Queen's invitation, the First Lady and Charlie will both come together Go, you two will have a very heavy task."

Hearing what Clint said, Peter couldn't help but straighten his back, but Belle sighed softly.

"By the way, these two days, I will be your driver part-time. You will report to me every day any new situation. I will also be responsible for all actions during my stay in London. But I am old, and I mainly have to rely on you two. ah."

Peter's waist straightened up even more, and he didn't care at all when Belle asked nonsensically, "What's for dinner?"

……

a month ago.

London, North Gower Street, next to No. 187, speedys cafe.

If there was a ranking of the most famous cafes in the UK, Speedys would definitely be in the top ten.But compared with its high reputation, its store is small and pitiful.Four small broken tables and eight chairs were squeezed together at the door, filling the narrow space between the glass display window and the sidewalk.The store is crowded and dark, with a display refrigerator and cashier taking up one-third of the entire store. Several old four-person wooden tables are lined up along the wall. The red and white checkered brick floor is matched with mint green With its walls and white ceiling, the entire space could appear in an old movie from the 70s and [-]s without any flaws.The two or three shop assistants were bored, teasing each other with a few regulars and old neighbors, complaining that tourists only took photos outside the door, but rarely came in to buy anything.

Jack Mitchinson is a medical student at University College London and a veteran detective story enthusiast.I wanted to find a summer job that was related to his hobbies and interests, so that he could earn some living expenses and cultivate his sentiments.Unfortunately, his most ideal place was already full of people, so he had to settle for the next best thing and choose here. He lived a lifeless life in the store every day and could only rely on his imagination to imagine the wonderful daily life of the consulting detective and retired military doctor upstairs. To pass the time.

It was a gloomy Tuesday, and there was no one in the store. Jack was just lazy, hiding behind the cashier and watching BBC series on his mobile phone.So he didn't see Amora coming in at the first time.

This became the second most regretful moment in his life.

Three knuckles tapping on the counter brought him out of the series and back to the real world.

"a cup of coffee."

The sound made Jack feel like his ears were filled with melted caramel.

He raised his head and saw the face that almost affected his entire life from now on.This face is so beautiful and alluring that it can make Holmes forget about Irene Adler after seeing it, and make Watson forget about Holmes after seeing it.

"Excuse me... which one do you want...?" Jack asked stammering, his tongue was out of control.

Amora crossed her left arm across her chest, put her right index finger lightly on her lips, frowned, and stared at the menu on the wall for a while, looking a little confused.Then she laughed softly, shook her head, lightly tapped Jack's lips with the finger that had just touched her lips, and said:

"Come and give me a surprise."

Then he stepped forward and found the chair closest to Jack and sat down.

Jack's soul is about to fly.

Soon, a cup of coffee that he carefully prepared was brought to Amora.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt his hand being pulled out. The delicate touch made his heart start to beat rapidly.

"Sit with me for a while," Amora said softly.

Jack sat down obediently and watched Amora gently stirring the coffee, milk foam, cinnamon powder and coffee as they gradually mixed in the quilt with the rotation of the small spoon.Her spoon disturbed the coffee and Jack's sanity and emotions.

She twirled the coffee cup, took a small sip, and frowned slightly.

Originally, one could not expect to drink authentic coffee in a street shop in the UK, but Amora did not expect that it would taste so bad.But forget it, she didn't come here to drink coffee in the first place.

She pretended to be angry and threw a cup of coffee in Jack's face.

"Is this the surprise you gave me?"

Amora's tone was particularly gentle, but the content was obviously filled with murderous intent.Just like when your girlfriend asks what's for dinner, you think it's just a casual question, but if you don't get the answer, just wait and sleep on the sofa.

Jack didn't know how to answer.

Amora didn't need him to answer either.She stood up and walked behind Jack, took a tissue, and wiped the coffee stains on his face. She also brought her face close to his from time to time, her nose slightly twitching, as if the cup of inferior coffee and Jack's face that he hadn't washed his face in the morning were stained. Oils and dirt mixed together can release the fragrance of Dior True Me.

"How do you compensate me?" Amora asked Jack's ear, her voice gentle and her breath like blue.

Before Jack could speak, she laughed to herself, caressing Jack's cheek, and the tips of her long nails scratched his skin inadvertently. She could peel off Jack's entire face with just a little more force.But she didn't do that. She needed Jack, or in other words, she needed Jack who had unleashed his full potential.

"My dear Ripper, are you ready?"

Jack picked up the dropped coffee spoon like a scalpel.The small spoon rotated rapidly between his slender and flexible fingers, and was finally held firmly by his thumb and index finger.He pointed the back of the spoon at himself and Amora, revealing two faces that were distorted by the arc and looked ferocious.

He knelt down on one knee, kissed Amora's toes, suppressed the enthusiasm and impulse in his heart, and said in as smooth a voice as possible:

"Everything is at your command."