Everyday life at Midtown High School

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and the day of Pooh's adulthood is getting closer and closer.

It's a pity that Tony, who doesn't even remember his social security number, ignored this matter as usual even as his own father. Instead, Mr. Guardian, Captain Steve Rogers, who became a monk halfway, noticed it.

"Would you like something for your birthday, Pooh?" he asked gently, smiling. "A gift to celebrate your coming of age."

Pooh showed a surprised expression: "God, you actually remember? I thought everyone had forgotten, including Tony."

"Tony was just busy," Steve explained.

"When F's new donut set appeared, he didn't forget it at all, and ran to line up to buy it overnight." Pooh said sourly: "Sometimes I feel that he doesn't love me at all.

"You know that, of course Tony loves you."

Steve scolded gently, "You shouldn't have said that, it would hurt him if he heard it."

"Tony isn't that vulnerable, okay, but it's really wrong for me to say that." Pooh immediately admitted his mistake.

He sighed and said, "I know he didn't mean it, because he doesn't even remember his own birthday, let alone mine."

Thinking of Tony's usual irritating appearance, Steve couldn't help laughing.

He seemed to be reminiscing about something. He was about to be a hundred years old, but his smile was pure and bright, and he said with a silly and sweet face: "He is indeed a headache sometimes, but sometimes, he is also very cute."

However, looking at the overly sweet smile on Captain America's face...

Pooh didn't want to ask exactly when the so-called 'sometimes' referred to.

"By the way, Pooh, you haven't said yet, what gift do you want?"

"Any gift is fine?"

"As long as I can."

"Then help me marry Harry."

"What?" Steve was taken aback by the answer, his blue eyes widening instantly.

Pooh shrugged his shoulders: "We've been dating long enough and we've known each other long enough. Is there anything unusual about getting married?"

"But, but you are just now, just about to become an adult." The captain stammered a little.

"Yeah, I'm lucky." Pooh replied.

"What does that have to do with luck?"

"Look, some people are almost a hundred years old before they find a stable lover; I have a marriage partner, so it's not luck, what is it?"

"Hey!"

"Please, it's not easy to find a suitable partner, so let me hurry up! Who knows if there will be any changes in the future, for example, flying a plane into the Atlantic Ocean, sleeping for 70 years or something..."

"Pooh!"

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing again. Sorry, captain, I swear, I didn't step on your sore foot on purpose. I was just a little nervous... similar to premarital phobia, no, it's a little early to say this, or Say, proposal phobia?"

"You still want to propose?" Steve was surprised.

"Of course." Pooh took a deep breath and said seriously, "I will try my best to give Harry the best."

Steve looked at Pooh with a moved look.

Then, he stood up and put his hand on Pooh's shoulder: "Do what you want, and don't leave yourself with regrets."

"So, you agree."

"Yes, I agree, if your father doesn't object."

Although it is a little difficult for Tony not to object to this matter.

But Pooh never worried about it, because although he complained about Tony occasionally, in fact, he was more convinced of the fact that 'Tony loves himself' than anyone else.

'Because my dad loves me, so if I insist on doing something, he will eventually choose to compromise. '

Pooh thought knowingly.

However, considering the tense... no, it should be said that the relationship between father and son was already a bit frightened, he was wise not to mention this matter in front of Harry.

"I look terrible."

said Harry, looking into a mirror with a soft sigh.

Norman Osborn may not really use him as a test subject, but is indeed trying to treat the legendary family genetic disease.

Therefore, Harry can now clearly perceive the subtle changes in his body, for example, his hands no longer shake, his head does not feel dizzy from time to time, his body is no longer as weak as before, and his body has strength.

But at the same time, there are still some sequelae.

In the mirror, his handsome face was slightly blue. Besides, there were a few mottled marks, which looked like unhealed scars.

Ever since he was a child, his self-esteem was higher than the sky, and the young master Harry pinned the mirror on the table with his hands in disgust.

He pursed his lips tightly and covered his face with the other hand.

"It's not that ugly, Harry." Pooh leaned closer to him, trying to pull his hand down: "Let me see, dear."

But Harry simply covered his face with both hands, and said in a frustrated and irritable tone: "Maybe you'd like to help me find your dad, whatever you want, borrow a helmet, a mask, it's really nothing, Spider-Man's A hood would work too. It's ugly, really! I saw it myself, and it's kind of disgusting. Pooh, I've become a monster. Give me a chance, before you leave me now."

"Harry, are you kidding me?"

Pooh didn't care about his nonsense, put his arms around him and joked, "Monster? Is there such a handsome monster?"

However, Harry is clearly in a state of self-loathing.

He said in a sarcastic tone: "Don't lie to me, you can watch it fresh for a few days, and after a while, you should dislike me."

Pooh looked at him in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

"Isn't it?" Harry said with a little indifference: "Whether it's superficiality or judging people by their appearance, if you search all over the United States, you will definitely be ranked among the top three."

Pooh widened his beautiful brown eyes and looked at him angrily: "Harry Osborn, you have the ability to say it again!"

Harry shut his mouth all of a sudden, not daring to say a word, but his expression was a bit embarrassed.

He is usually so proud and confident. Although Pooh often laughs at his hairline, wrinkles around his eyes, lack of muscles, and short stature... But anyway, he always knows clearly that as long as he lifts his chin and bends his lips From fourteen to fifty-year-old aunts, down to sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, everyone will fall for him.

But now, look, that ugly scar, that ugly wound that seems to have rotted across his face, is shockingly ugly.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing for him, the most uncomfortable thing for him is... the experience of growing up together, no one knows better than him, what kind of deep face control party his lover is, even, from a certain On the one hand, he always felt that Pooh agreed to be with him back then because he had seduced him with his "beauty". After all, with Pooh's view of choosing a mate (Captain America) back then, he couldn't match him at all.

Now, he's 'disfigured'.

After looking in the mirror, Harry involuntarily began to worry about gains and losses.Out of a weak psychology of self-protection, he even fantasized about the bad idea of ​​'before he empathizes with someone else, I might as well abandon him first'.

Maybe it was the side effect of the genetic medicine, which magnified all his negative emotions.

Harry began to want to lose his temper uncontrollably, want to break up pessimistically, want to bully Pooh angrily, and want to leave the Avengers Mansion in despair and wander alone...

In the end, he bit his lower lip and took a sneak look at Pooh, maybe pretending to be pitiful, or maybe he was really frustrated and said: "I feel like a garbage that has been used up, and the only way to go into the trash can is left. gone."

Pooh's heart softened all of a sudden.

"You didn't like me in the first place."

Harry was still complaining and muttering to himself: "You like Captain America, don't lie to me and say no, no matter how I try to stop you, it won't work, throw away all your surroundings, and keep protesting to keep you away from the muscular man A little bit, but your aesthetic tendency is like that, I can't stop it... It's alright now, I'm disfigured, you must hate me more and more day by day, and then, one day, you will be with someone in a place where I can't see Hawkeye, the Winter Soldier, and the same types of guys I don't know are in love... I'm dumped, dumped by you..."

"There is a limit to your jealousy! How did Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier come out?" Pooh was annoyed.

"Don't think I don't know. You like the muscles in Clint's arms. You've seen them several times. The Winter Soldier...he's your favorite captain, and he's a type." Harry said plausibly.

Pooh held back a smile, stretched out his hand and hugged him: "I really appreciate them..."

"Don't try to abandon me!"

Harry raised his head angrily, and immediately threatened: "If you dare to abandon me, go to them, and I will blow you up with a pumpkin bomb."

"Please." Pooh was really about to laugh.

He hesitated and bit the corner of his lips, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and he said embarrassedly: "Actually, I have a secret that I haven't told you."

"What?" Harry raised his head sharply like a vigilant wolfhound, pricking up his ears: "You cheated behind my back!"

Pooh punched him directly and bluntly: "If you do this again, I won't say anything."

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing, but kept his eyes fixed on him.

"Uh... I like you, Harry," Pooh confessed.

A look of joy crossed Harry's face quickly.

But he still continued to stare at Pooh unrelentingly.

"I've liked you since you were little."

Pooh said earnestly: "At that time, you were wearing a small white suit and a red bow tie. You thought you were elegant and a gentleman, but in my opinion, you were silly and pretentious, but I still like you... Remember, Remember the party you held at Osborne Villa? That party where you kicked me out angrily..."

"You mean, that time when I was on my bed and masturbated in front of the US team poster? Hehe, I really have a deep memory, and I will never forget it in my life."

Harry couldn't help being sour again.

Winnie tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Actually, I lied to you."

"what?"

"I, I... When I masturbate, I don't think about the captain, but about you."

"what?!!"

Harry froze.

Pooh secretly looked at him, his face turned red uncontrollably: "Because you have never shown any tendency to bend, I was afraid that you would break up with me, so I deliberately used Captain America as a cover to let everyone, including you, I thought I liked characters that no longer existed... However, the captain is indeed my idol... Uh, but you don't have to underestimate your charm, Harry. I was... on your bed ..."

Harry continued in a daze: ...Where am I?I seem to be flying in the sky...

"Did you never doubt it? Why did I take the hook when you seduced me a little before? I, I am really a face controler, but as you said, if I only like the captain type, you There is no chance, so...I have long...uh, the person I have always liked is you!"

"No one else, no captain, it's always you."

"The first love is you, the object of sex fantasy is you, the first kiss is also you...it's all you."

"I've kept it from you for so long... It feels good to say it. Hey, believe in yourself... You'resosweet, tome."

boom!

Tens of thousands of fireworks bloom at the same time.

Amidst the singing of rites and music, Harry Osborn's soul seemed to have soared.

He seems to have suffered from a different kind of facial paralysis, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, silly like a mental patient: "Hahahahahahahahahaha..."