Marvel's Speedster

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

"The temperature is 9 degrees Celsius, which is about 48 degrees Fahrenheit, the wind force is two to three, and there is no one staying within fifty meters... or one hundred and sixty feet." Enduring the dizziness and tingling of the brain caused by reincarnation, "Ross "While digesting the scattered memory fragments, while silently observing the environment, he quickly came to a conclusion--that's right, New York in early May is roughly like this. It is impossible for any power to create such a realistic environment on a large scale. The environment, even the oblique angle of incidence of the sun in the morning and the fine sounds of the wind blowing through the leaves and hitting each other, are completely imitated.

In this way, the idea of ​​the research institute was really realized, and his consciousness traveled across time and space to a new world, a place with superheroes and mutants.

After being silent for a while, he stood up from the ruins and looked around at the mess. Ross took a few deep breaths slowly to let his thoughts settle down, and the previous memories slowly came back to his mind.

In the original world, he used to be the best agent in the military intelligence department. He not only possessed top-notch professionalism, but also had extremely high attainments in technology and art. With such excellent abilities, he traveled around the world for many years. In the social circle, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, one person acts as a person with different identities, creates an extremely complicated network of relationships, and independently completes various difficult tasks assigned by superiors.

Those days were really thrilling, like standing on the abyss all the time, dancing on the slender steel wires that are hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

In the cruel working environment, many colleagues fell down, but he gradually stood out and became the unknown superstar most hated by insiders in the dark, spying, killing, buying, and coercing, things that ordinary people avoid and fear. No one ever knew his real face.

It seems to be a very interesting life to live like this day by day, but it is a pity that the war destroyed everything, including the stage he relied on to perform.

Fortunately, the last research project he participated in was successful and he was able to enter a new universe.

A universe of wonder, power, and opportunity with endless possibilities!

Now he's a kite that's unleashed, and no one can control it anymore.

There was a strange light in Ross's eyes. He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. After repeated several times, he finally left the alley where he came.

***

Midtown High School is not far away, just across the street.

"Good morning".

"Hello".

Students in twos and threes often greet each other on the road. Most of the young people come by themselves. Definitely there are occasional exceptions. The rich and wealthy will drive their children to the main gate of the school in expensive luxury cars.

However, such things are very rare. After all, Midtown is just an ordinary public high school with limited teaching staff and often faces the dilemma of insufficient financial allocation. Rich people are usually more willing to send their children to private schools with good conditions for education.

The handsome and shy Harry Osborn is the exception. The former Ross once speculated privately that maybe this classmate spent his youth in this ordinary school in order to find self-confidence. This kind of speculation is not too much, because Harry's ability is not outstanding, and his popularity is not very good. The only friend in school seems to be Peter Parker, the nerd incarnation of Spider-man. Now the beautiful Miss Mary Jane may also be considered One, but that depends on whether the high hormones of young people fade.

Little Mr. Osborn was saying goodbye to his venerable father when Ross came up the front steps, and behind him Peter put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched Ross approaching sideways.

"Be nice to your classmates." Facing Peter's calm and slightly provocative gaze, Ross seemed to hear the high-spirited warning that was left in the alley yesterday, but he regarded it as a secret to Peter's hidden identity. Knowing nothing, he passed the two of them with a warm smile.

The current Spider-man is still just a young boy, and he has not learned the lesson of his uncle's tragic death. Except for Superman's first-class strength, he is immature in all aspects, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Thinking so, Ross strolled into the campus.

The Queens borough where the school is located is the largest of the five boroughs in New York. It has always been known for its diverse population. The proportion of students is no exception. Whites account for only half of them. Blacks and yellow-skinned Asians can be seen everywhere on the campus. There are also a lot of mixed-race South Americans, and there are energetic young people in the corridors, by the ponds, and in the sugar maple trees that have just bloomed with yellow-green flowers.

"Hi, Ross."

When approaching the teaching building, someone finally greeted Ross. There was no way, this guy was really impulsive and withdrawn before.

"Good morning, Mary Jane."

At this moment, Ross definitely no longer looked like he was going to die. He stopped and gave the girl who was walking towards him a crisp high-five.

"You are so beautiful today."

He admired and walked up and down the girl with admiring eyes.

Mary Jane Watson has natural red hair and an impressive face. Her sweetness is special, with a kind of girly mixed with boyish playfulness. According to strict aesthetic standards, she is almost the same as " The word "beautiful, gorgeous" has no predestined relationship, but it is refreshing and pleasant, just like the spring breeze in May at this moment, full of charming, charming and decent femininity.

"Well, I cut it myself, and it only cost thirty-five dollars." She turned around briskly, showing Ross her favorite work -- not the complicated beadwork and embroidery that other girls are flocking to. The golden fish scale dress, but the simple decoration and smooth style, borrowed from the classic style of the Abercrombie Long Bifiche brand, which is quite popular among young people. The soft chiffon and the hanging silk are slightly calm and dignified. Sensation and her baby face form a wonderful chemical reaction.

This is a sincere girl, a little vain but not excessive.

Ross was not hesitant to praise, but also feasted his eyes, admiring the tall and graceful youthful body under the sun, and didn't stop until the girl was embarrassed by the praise.

"I heard that you met Spider-man yesterday?" Mary Jane asked in a low voice, walking side by side to the classroom.

It was a sad question, and Ross couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Maybe it's because he never troubles girls, but Mr. Byrne, who is notorious among boys, has a good relationship with classmates of the opposite sex, especially with Mary Jane, who has a bright personality. Now she probably heard about himself from yesterday's client It's an idol's gossip, so I went to Ross to verify it.

"That's right, I was beaten up by him." Ross simply admitted generously. "My neck hurt all night, and I didn't even change my clothes in the morning, but setbacks make people grow. Thanks to Spider-man for teaching me, it reminded me of many things in the past, my father, mother, and their love for me. I'm looking forward to it, and I'm starting to try to change to a healthy lifestyle."

He spoke half-truths, but Mary Jane believed them to be true.

"No wonder you look different, thanks to Spider-man, it's really great." She opened her eyes wide, patted her chest with joy, her plump curves immediately undulated, and she was about to encourage Ross a few more times Suddenly, there was a commotion from the crowd behind.

"Parker, don't try to escape today!"

With a loud roar, Eugene Thompson, the man of the football team and the former school bully, rushed after Peter.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

No one wanted to stop the mad bull. Before those two people came over, the people beside them had already dodged. Taking advantage of this momentum, Ross grabbed Mary Jane's shoulders and sideways protected her behind.

This action fell into the eyes of Peter, who was playing Thompson like a monkey, and immediately made him freeze for a moment as if struck by lightning.

This time Thompson finally seized the opportunity and ran towards him with all his strength.

"Wow!"

"My breakfast!"

Caught off guard, Peter was pushed out by a huge force, and he got into the arms of a certain fat black female classmate, buried his whole face in her turbulent chest, and at the same time, the waving arm accidentally flew off A full cup of cereal.

In mid-air, the fragrant breakfast splashed out, moving on the retina of the onlookers like slowed down slow motion, people held their breath, watching it fly to Mary Jane not far away, she carefully cut out The new clothes seem to be the ultimate goal.

Peter struggled to get away from the pile of fat, and just turned his head to realize this, he stretched out his hand, and when hesitation wanted to reveal his identity and use cobweb, a person saved his secret, and that person stood up to block Mary In front of Jane, he used his back to protect the innocent girl.

"It turned out to be Ross, great job!"

The students shouted in amazement, some clapped vigorously, and others whistled presumptuously. In most people's eyes, it's incredible that the villain Ross can be such a gentleman.

It even included Mary Jane, who, in her own opinion, had a less than self-sacrificing friendship with Ross.

"Thank God, I'm glad you're fine." Ross smiled while holding her slender waist. The girl's elastic and flexible body fell back involuntarily. The picture of the nurse hugging, if it wasn't for the hot porridge on his back reminding him, Mr. Byrne would love to take the opportunity to go further and something happened.

"Thank you, Ross, I'll treat you to coffee when you're free." After being helped up, Mary Jane straightened her hair, then smiled at him, and asked for Ross's coat by the way, and brought it to him after it was washed.

Ross didn't refuse, he took it off generously and handed it over. His movements were smooth and natural, and Mary Jane couldn't help but look at him again. Although they had been classmates for several years, it seemed that she hadn't discovered Ross until today. A rather handsome young man, too, with eyes so deep that they seemed to draw someone's soul into them.

Mary Jane froze for a moment, her cheeks suddenly became hot, and she realized sensitively that Ross was no longer the guy she knew before.

Her heartbeat quickened for a moment, and the girl walked into the classroom nonchalantly, holding the boy's clothes.

At the moment, the class bell rang, and Ross walked in with his classmates amidst the cheerful music of "Whistle and the Puppy".

When he was about to enter the door, he glanced back. Thompson had succeeded in revenge and left with two harsh words. Peter, the other party involved, was still sitting on the ground and staring at him blankly. Beside Peter, Harry· Osborn was struggling to get his friend up.

Hello, Spider-man---- Ross blinked, put his index and middle fingers together, and swiped hard in front of his eyebrows.

goodbye.