[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

If Mr. Zemo had been investigating this plan before, then he would indeed be very busy, collecting information on the Internet, analyzing information, and making plans, and he would not have much energy to care about others.

A part of Peter's heart suddenly loosened. Just as he smiled, the wooden planks stuck to the spider silk on the roof suddenly loosened. With a scream, he fell hard to the ground.

And in the attic on the other side, Zemo began to pay attention to Spider-Man.

He pasted a picture of Spider-Man on a blank spot on the wall.

"Young," he wrote on a post-it note to the left of the photo.

"Simple (easy to trust others)." He wrote on another sheet, and found another place to paste it.

The rest he doesn't know, but as a young superhero with powers, Spider-Man is likely desperate to do something amazing, in other words - something big.Working with him, Zemo would need to account for his impulsiveness, which can sometimes destroy an entire plan.

The advantage of working with Spider-Man is that now he seems to be a superhero acting alone, and his freedom is very strong, but Zemo guesses that he is not very planned so far, which is very convenient for Zemo, Because he has always been used to making and implementing plans by himself, and he doesn't want others to intervene.

Zemo still doesn't think Spider-Man can find himself, so how to find him has become his own problem.

Zemo sighed, took out Skyno's bank card, and began to trace the consumption records of his account. The clues to the bar seemed to be broken. Maybe he could get some place names from here.

The next day, the doorbell rang early in the morning. Zemo had just woken up and hadn't put the sandwich in the microwave. He yawned and went to open the door. Before he could see who was coming, he was sure who it was.

"Hey, Peter, good morning," he said.

"Hey, Mr. Zemo!" Peter said with a smile, his face looked less heavy than yesterday, which is a good sign, Zemo doesn't want him to continue to sink in sadness.

"What's the matter?" Zemo asked.

"It's nothing," Peter said, "I just... want to thank Mr. Zemo, thank you for comforting me and helping Aunt May."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do." Zemo said, he immediately changed the subject, "Didn't you go to school by bike today?"

"My bicycle broke down when I came back yesterday." Peter touched his head, "So I got up early today and wanted to catch the school bus to school."

"Oh," Zemo said, "then I'll take you to school on the way."

"No! No need! Thank you, Mr. Zemo!" Peter immediately refused, and then he suddenly leaned forward and hugged Zemo gently.

"Does what Mr. Zemo said count?" Peter asked, he raised his face slightly to look into the eyes of the man in front of him, and Zemo suddenly felt that he seemed to grow a little taller.

Zemo realized what he was saying, about the promise of that hug.But when he was about to answer, he froze. He suddenly realized that Peter was too close to him, and he could even see the light golden fluff on Peter's face and his dark blue-green pupils.

Their breaths were exchanging, Zemo thought, this was so close, he was uncomfortable.

Silence stretched between them, and Zemo felt the temperature rising. He tried to take a step back and said softly, "Peter..."

Like a kitten's paw touching water, he suddenly felt something lightly touching his lips.Shock swept through his mind, and he controlled his breath against the quickening of his blood as his heart beat faster.Peter stepped back, his eyes fixed on Zemo restlessly, panic, excitement, anticipation... Zemo could read these emotions all too easily.

He already had a premonition, those smiles, the projected eyes, the fleeting infatuation, the pure joy and the non-stop text messages, he just didn't want this fact to be true, he never wanted it.Because he knew it was hopeless, and maybe everything in Peter's young world was full of sunshine.

Now that things are more than they should be, Zemo feels alarm bells ringing in his head, and he can't speak, as if someone is strangling him.

Blinking his eyes, he realized that he and Peter were still hugging, so he took a step back as lightly as possible.

"I guess your school bus is almost here." Zemo said, keeping his tone steady, "Don't be late for school, just go and wait." Peter didn't respond yet, his ears and face were still a little red, with The watery eyes stared at Zemo with some doubts.

Damn it, Zemo cursed inwardly, stepped back behind the door, and closed it in front of Peter.

Today, Zemo was on the night shift. He went to Hydra's base for a long time, took pictures of all the liquids and their containers he could find, and recorded them for comparison and identification in the future.He was almost certain the base would be invaded soon, Skyno hadn't taken anything with him, and the liquid was clearly vital to the plot.

Zemo has tried to tamper with the system set by the base, but found that the system has been locked and cannot be changed, so he cannot use system control to trap the intruders in the base or at the entrance, but can only increase the frequency of checking and stop it by himself. intruder.

After connecting his computer to the system monitoring, Zemo's cell phone rang. He picked up the cell phone and found out that it was a message from Peter.

"Good night, Mr. Zemo!"

This brought back Zemo's memories of the morning.

The kitten kissed softly like touching water with its paws... When Zemo was a child, the old neighbor and his wife once raised a small soil cat from Sokovia. The neighbor's cat gave birth to a litter of kittens. During the period of pregnancy, I went to the neighbor's house to drink tea every day to make the old couple happy.He got a kitten in the second week after the kitten was born. He still remembers that when he bathed the kitten for the first time, he lay down on the edge of the pool and watched the young and fragile creature carefully stretch out its paw to touch it. The water surface, which was still unfamiliar to him, immediately shrank back the moment it touched it.Zemo raised it for eight years, and it died in the second year Zemo joined the army. His father said it was a cold.At that time, his father told him on the phone that an old cat is as useless as an old person.When my father was young, he could lift a whole log by himself. At that time, when he was repairing the house, he fell off a ladder without picking up a basket of cement and broke his bone.

When he felt the kiss, the first thing Zemo thought of was the variegated kitten carefully touching the water with its paws.

He thought of Peter's blue-green eyes, soft breathing, and he laughed to himself that he hadn't noticed his perverted tendencies in the first 29 years of his life.

But this text message, lying there, still needs to be answered.

Zemo wanted to resolve this matter as gently as possible, and he couldn't bear to hurt Peter in any drastic way.And teenagers, Zemo thought, tend to be the most sensitive kind.