[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

Peter saw Anakin as soon as he entered the room.

His heartbeat immediately accelerated, he was at a loss, and almost fell directly from the ceiling.

Did Anakin come to reply to himself?He promised his confession?Or did you finally decide to reject it?

For the first time, Peter hated the Jedi training the other party had received, making it difficult for him to read the slightest strange expression on Anakin's face.

He landed on the ground, took off his mask and looked directly at the other party, trying to make his voice and facial expression completely normal: "Anakin, good afternoon, are you here?"

I'm so stupid, it's not cool at all, Peter thought.

"Hi, Peter." The other party said nonchalantly, as if confessing that the incident never happened.

Ned said something, and almost forgot that he was still there. Peter quickly replied something, but he couldn't remember the specific content.

Then, Peter mustered up the courage to ask the question he was most concerned about: "Are you here to give me the answer today?"

"No, for another matter." He heard Anakin say grimly, "You were hit by an alien energy weapon, were you injured?"

"No, it was hit by the impact force, and there was no bruise left. Most of the attack was absorbed by the uniform." Peter said while pressing the inflation switch of the uniform, and the clothes loosened and fell off, revealing his body.He suddenly realized that he was changing clothes in front of Anakin.

Peter tried to ease his embarrassment by turning his back on Anakin quietly.But soon, he felt that this posture was even more awkward, as if two invisible scorching eyes were shooting at his back.

Illusion, it must be an illusion, just like thinking that someone will attack you when you close your eyes and wash your hair.He comforted himself silently, then remembered that he seemed to have a few freckles on his back, and hoped that Anakin hadn't noticed.

The sound of rustling clothes came, Anakin turned his head and looked around casually in order to ease his emotions.

There is a second-hand old-fashioned Apple computer on Peter's desk, probably in the 90s of the last century, but it strangely displays the latest user interface. I don't know how Peter has modified it.There are many electronic components piled up in a mess next to the desktop, new and old, but there are obvious traces of modification.

Anakin looked at Peter's room and felt very kind in his heart.This reminded him of his own basement, which also piled up all kinds of second-hand modified machinery, with circuit boards and wires exposed without protection, which was different from Stark's sleek and clean cool-colored futuristic style, There's a messy, oily comfort to it.

Not only this world, but when he was on Tatooine, his room was also full of these "broken things".It was with them that he modified a flying car that won the championship, a protocol robot, and helped him win the favor of the Jedi Knights.

Along with Anakin's memories, a strange and soft emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

Peter hurriedly changed his clothes, turned his head, and found that Anakin was not looking at himself, but staring at his room with a strange expression.

Broken, is my room too messy?Aunt Mei always nags me, saying that my messy machine components take up too much space and are not easy to clean.It's embarrassing now, I hope Anakin doesn't think I'm still a kid who can't clean up the room by himself.

"The house...is a bit messy, um, I mean, today was originally a cleaning day, and I went home to prepare for the cleaning at night, so..." Peter hurriedly opened his mouth to defend himself, trying to regain some dignity for himself.

"I feel very good, very warm, like a home." Anakin said.

Ned's eyes widened beside him: who would store half a table of second-hand machine parts?Cozy?Is it from the perspective of Transformers?Do you feel the warmth of home when you see machine parts?Are there filters in his eyes?

Peter seemed much happier: "Thank you, you are much better than Mei, she will definitely nag me."

"Don't worry, I have been the one who has been nagged since I was a child." Anakin changed the subject, "Peter, are you sure that the energy weapon you discovered yesterday is the technology of the Chitauri?"

This sentence immediately brought Peter back to work. He picked up the spider suit, pressed a switch on his wrist, and projected two data maps in the room.

"Karen can connect to Mr. Stark's database. On the left is the energy fluctuation of the Chitauri weapon recorded by Mr. Stark six years ago, and on the right is the energy fluctuation captured by Karen yesterday. Look—"

With a wave of Peter's hand, the two line graphs of stereoscopic projection overlapped in the air, and the curves fluctuated in exactly the same way.

Then he released a few photos of the weapons taken yesterday for comparison with the photos of the Battle of New York: "This is the energy block of their weapons, which is the part that is charged and glowing. It is very similar to that of the past, but the shape and energy circuit of the weapons They have all been modified to make them easier for people on Earth to use. My guess is that someone has specially modified alien weapons and put them on the black market for profit.”

You guessed it, except that the one who modified the weapon was me.Anakin was silent for half a second, and said: "I suggest you transfer this matter to Iron Man. It has already involved the transformation and smuggling of alien weapons, and I am afraid that a trafficking network has been formed. The official will not sit idly by No matter what, Iron Man cooperates more closely with the authorities, he came forward to negotiate with the authorities to take charge of this matter, and the two sides jointly dispatched investigations, which is more appropriate than you, a vigilante, working hard alone."

Peter seemed reluctant, but still nodded to show that he had listened to what the other party said.

After the goal was achieved, Anakin felt a little awkward staying at Peter's house.

"Anakin," said Peter, "and Ned,"—he added—"Aunt May isn't here, there's a good Thai restaurant around here, do you want to try it?"

"Okay, I love Thai food!" Ned really lived up to his figure, and happily raised his hands in agreement.

Anakin silently calculated the time, and felt that it would be too late to go home after dinner to change clothes, change cars, and take the machine to the abandoned bridge.Besides, when he had dinner with Peter, he might chat to the point where he forgot the time, which would be even more troublesome.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and refuse Peter: "Sorry, I have something to do later, so I won't have dinner with you, have fun."

Peter's expression dropped visibly to the naked eye: "Okay then, you drive carefully."

"Goodbye, Peter, and Ned." Anakin hurriedly turned and left, fearing that if he stared at Peter for a few seconds, he would not be able to help but agree.

Think about the engine, think about going home... There are still many steps in his follow-up plan, and he can't delay on this.He has to build a spaceship, fly into the universe to contact higher-level civilizations, and exchange for other space-jumping technologies before he can hope to enter another universe.

Yet Peter's large amber eyes jumped into his brain at an inopportune moment, like some powerful distraction.

"Forgive me, The Force," he muttered, leaning back on the car seat, "Peter shouldn't be wasting his feelings on me."

Anakin knew all too well that Peter's life had just begun, and his life was almost over.