One punch bald head in Marvel

Saitama got into Parker's taxi without hesitation. Along the way, the two of them made a tacit agreement not to ask why the other was here.

In Saitama's mind, he generally had a new understanding of the young man Peter Parker. He was a hero just like himself. In the world he lived in before, heroes could be seen everywhere, and every ordinary person had one. Qualifications to become a hero.

So when Peter Parker chooses to remain silent, Saitama is not like those middle school boys who meet the hero for the first time and fanatically digs up the other person's secrets.

As a lone ranger who needs to rely on tight clothes to hide his true identity, Peter Parker always subconsciously believes that his identity is safe and hidden. How did he know that the roommate he picked up from the restaurant could actually be with him? What if you follow your own actions and punch away the mutated creature that is about to attack you?

As for the reasons why Saitama appears here, Parker can think of a hundred reasons if he is willing.

But at the moment, he just wanted to hide his identity as Spider-Man in the shadows and not ask Saitama any questions, so as not to expose himself.

The rain gradually became lighter and the taxi stopped in front of the apartment.

Saitama opened the car door and got out of the car first. Parker followed behind and moved slowly. The tattered underwear was exposed in the light in front of the apartment. It was the clothing that was damaged during the battle with Split Tooth 1, and that The Spider-Man suit had already been rolled up into a ball and put away in his handbag.

"Parker, your clothes are really shabby."

Saitama noticed Parker's embarrassed look and said with a look of disgust.

"what……"

"I passed a burning house before taking a taxi, and I went to help others put out the fire, haha..."

Parker smiled awkwardly. He walked into the dark corner and planned to return to his rental house from the fire escape.

Saitama stood not far away and looked at his back and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Yes... there are always some guys who don't want to admit that they are heroes."

Saitama has just arrived and doesn't understand how dangerous it is to reveal one's identity in this world. Maybe he never has to worry about this...?

"Ok?"

When Parker heard what Saitama was saying, he thought Saitama was calling him, so he turned around and said doubtfully.

"Nothing, let's go back and rest."

Saitama raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to pat Parker on the shoulder like a senior, then passed by him, walked up the cold stairs, and lay down on the soft bed.

The next day, when the sun just rose to be parallel to the window, Saitama had a dream about a searchlight monster with his eyes closed.

An underground monster with a searchlight on its head suddenly emerged from the ground. It followed him desperately, shining its eyes all the time, and couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard it was.

What's even more frightening is that the searchlight monster's defense is so astonishing that he can't be beaten to death no matter how hard he hits. Even if Saitama uses his serious punch, he can't do anything. He can only watch the hateful guy in front of him damage his eyesight and kill himself alive. Cataracts are revealed.

"Saiyu..."

"Saiyu?"

A gentle boy sounded in his ears, causing Saitama to curse in his heart.

A powerful consciousness rushed straight into his brain, dragging Saitama out of his hazy dreamland.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Parker standing at the head of his bed, and the sun outside the window was so huge that it was completely different from his hometown in Japan. It was so hot that the air was slightly distorted. He was very suspicious of himself standing in the streets of New York in his pajamas yesterday. , maybe he is a genius who escapes the summer heat.

"Can you cover your head?"

Parker threw a peaked cap over, which happened to cover Saitama's bright head.

Then he naturally handed over two slices of toasted bread. The browned bread was also covered with some brown peanut butter.

"Here, eat these, and then we go to work~"

Parker looked very happy, as if he had just solved something big.

"what?"

Saitama, on the other hand, was dumbfounded and had no idea what the situation was.

"I just called the pizza king boss, the one you saw yesterday."

"I asked you something about your job, and the boss promised you to work part-time at Pizza King!"

"How is it? I'm amazing!"

If Parker hadn't wanted to maintain his personality in life, he might have imitated that bitch Deadpool and danced a mean dance to celebrate Saitama's new job the day after he came to the United States.

"Yeah...so amazing..."

"But can you let me... sleep a little longer..."

Saitama's upper and lower eyelids felt like they had lost their support. He didn't know what time it was. He only knew that he got up much earlier than when he was doing hero activities!

He really wants to sleep now! ! !

"No, lazy people have nothing to eat. Come with me."

"We went to bed at the same time yesterday. You must be able to complete the work just like me."

"From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were someone who would work hard."

Parker was so powerful that he twisted Saitama's pajamas and dragged him out of bed. He also stuffed the two pieces of bread into Saitama's mouth.

"Where did you see it...from my head...?"

Saitama complained as he was dying of consciousness.

At 8 o'clock, Saitama's consciousness became slightly clearer. He found that he was sitting at the checkout counter of Pizza King, sitting upright, with his pajamas missing and wearing an old set. The old red overalls smelled of greasy meat.

"Hi, Saitama."

Parker passed behind Saitama and said hello to him. By the way, he reminded Saitama that the boss had given instructions to ask Saitama to go to his workshop after he woke up.

"now?"

Saitama looked shocked and thought to himself, damn, I was dragged to a strange place to work before I even woke up. Didn't I expect that I would have to face a vicious butcher shop owner as soon as I woke up?

"Now~"

Parker said and went to serve the guests, leaving Saitama who had just woken up and his face became more and more oval (edema).

Saitama had no choice but to stand up from the chair. He looked at the workroom tremblingly, and then at Parker's leaving figure. At this moment, the space around the workroom seemed to be distorted, filled with a strange aura, which made Saitama tremble.

After doing a set of aerobics for middle-aged and elderly people on the spot, Saitama, who was still nervous, finally gave up resistance and pushed open the terrible iron door dejectedly.