Everyday life at Midtown High School

Credence himself does not have a particularly strong desire to enroll in school.

During his growing up, there were countless corporal punishments and all kinds of cold violence. His adoptive mother almost distortedly changed his entire self-cognition, and planted an extremely cruel theory in his heart. He felt like a piece of shit, a monster, and something that would never be accepted.

So, instead of fully exposing yourself to the crowd, panicking with trepidation.

Credence prefers to stay alone with the god in his heart, the person who can save him-Mr. Graves.

If that Mr. Graves had been more cruel and ruthless, perhaps he could have easily harvested a submissive tool, or slave.

But it is clear that this Master Paximir Graves, although sometimes his acting style is so strong that it is annoying, but in contrast, his equally arrogant self-esteem will never allow him to do something that bullies the weak. of deeds.

"Stand up straight, keep your back straight, and hold your head up. No matter how tired, how painful, how scared, don't bend down, never."

He lightly tapped Credence's shoulders and back with his wand expressionlessly, and said calmly, but coldly, threateningly: "Remember, no one is worthy of your bowing down for him, including me. If I see you standing hunched over again, I'll throw you out of here."

Credence was terrified and almost at a loss for what to do about it.

He didn't understand anything, so he just instinctively chose to be obedient.

Graves told him to stand up straight, so he didn't dare to bend a little bit; Graves asked him to find someone to ask about going to school, so he wrote to Pooh nervously...

In fact, Graves had already done all the admission procedures for him.

And letting him ask about going to school by himself is just forcing him to take the initiative to learn to socialize under the premise of safety.

Therefore, when Credence stammered about the whole process, and carefully asked what to prepare for admission, Pooh already had a little understanding of the guardian's implied good intentions.

He took out a notebook from his schoolbag, and thoughtfully helped Credence make a list, from the pens he used for writing to the towels and sneakers he would use in gym class, he wrote down a lot in detail.

This effortless way of communicating made Credence immediately relaxed.

Pooh finished the list slowly, and very naturally drew a Q version of Credence at the bottom of the list, then smiled and handed the list to him: "If you have any questions, you can always find me. Yes, on the day of enrollment, you can also notify me in advance, and I will show you around the campus when the time comes."

Credence glanced at him gratefully, gripped the list tightly, moved his lips slightly, but didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Pooh has long been used to his state, so he changed the subject very naturally, and talked about some courses in Midtown High School, which teacher taught well; which teacher had the best temper; The pass rate is extremely high...

They'd been chatting for over two hours, with Pooh talking most of the time, but by the end, Credence was already trying to learn to respond.

This is a big step forward for him.

When Ms. Tina, whom Queenie called a strong professional woman, came to pick him up, when he was saying goodbye, for the first time, he took the initiative to show Pooh an innocent smile almost like a child.

Pooh was shaken by what could be called a beautiful smile, and his sense of achievement instantly reached its peak.

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking, since even Credence, who was in such a miserable situation, was working hard to overcome difficulties and integrate into life...

So, what was the little inferiority complex I had before? !

If you don't know it, go learn it!

If you don't take the first step, how can you know how far you can go in the end?

'Sure enough, to help others is to help yourself. '

Consciously thinking everything through, he immediately rushed back to the Avengers Building excitedly, deciding that starting today, he will work hard to learn how to oil and screw those steel brothers. Take the initiative to take good care of everyone.

however……

"What, why are you learning that?" Tony asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I want to help you." Pooh replied sincerely.

"Son, even though you said that, Dad is very pleased."

With a kind smile on Tony's face, he tried hard to find the right words, and said in a calm tone: "However, Dad's here is a fully automatic assembly line operation, and Jarvis can easily handle it with a single program, and there is no need for you to do it manually one by one. .”

"...But that time before..."

"The time before, I occasionally wanted to practice my hands when I was bored, and I just had some fun with those mechanical arms."

Pooh: ...I don't know what to say, but I'm really stuck!

"Uh..." Looking at his shocked expression, Tony was a little at a loss for a while.

He recalled some books about parenting that he had read, which seemed to mention that when children take the initiative to help their parents, don’t discourage their enthusiasm, but encourage them to help them do some simple things. things to develop their sense of responsibility and self-confidence.

So, he put his hand on Pooh's shoulder, spoke again, and said softly in a coaxing tone, "Why don't Dad go buy a pony and let you take care of it yourself?"

"Pony?"

Pooh opened his eyes wide and looked at him stupidly, completely ignoring Tony's logic.

In the end, the little pony didn't buy it.

At night, Hawkeye brought back a dying, near-death dog.

"Who would rush into the middle of the road desperately, drag out the driver who was driving, beat him up, and almost put him in prison!?" Natasha asked sarcastically, she looked very angry.

"Who would abandon a dog in traffic and let him be killed by a car?" Hawkeye completely ignored her anger and muttered to himself.

"Clint, that's not your dog!"

"But I fed him pizza and he wagged his tail at me!"

"The pelvis is broken, the leg is broken, two ribs are broken, and one eye is blind. But the injury is stable at present. If it is strong enough, it should be able to survive." Dr. Banner suddenly came out of the operating room and said.

He interrupted the argument between the two agents, and while taking off the disposable surgical gloves, he turned his head, looked at them with a gentle expression, and said, "I think, since it is such a serious injury, it will be strong enough to survive." After surgery, then, in the next time, it should be able to continue to survive."

"Wait, as far as I know, this room is used to treat people." Tony also walked over with a coffee cup and said.

He looked up at the ugly dog ​​on the operating table that couldn't tell which breed it was, and was wrapped in a white bandage due to its injuries. He sighed speechlessly: "I didn't expect that agents would also have love."

"It's not love, he ate my pizza and wagged his tail at me." Hawkeye repeated.

"But what does that prove?" Natasha asked quickly.

"Uh, this probably means that some kind of emotional connection has been established between a person and a dog?"

Steve came out of the gym next to him, wiped his sweat with a towel, and explained to Hawkeye in an understanding way: "This is like... I bought a drink to a stranger, and we met and became friends. .”

"Emotional connection with a dog? Steve, you have great taste." Tony curled his lips sarcastically.

"What are you going to call it, Clint?" Dr. Banner asked with interest, pushing up his glasses.

"Hmm... called Xiaojian?" Hawkeye replied thoughtfully.

"Arrow, that doesn't sound like a bad name." Dr. Banner said with a smile.

"My God, you still named it, are you going to keep it?"

Natasha had a broken face: "It will make me covered in dog hair!"

"I will take a good look at him, Xiaona." Hawkeye whispered.

"Stop messing around, Clint, I advise you to find someone to adopt it!" Natasha said very rationally: "When Aegis has tasks, how can you have time to take care of it? Please, don't be like a As willful as a child, it is not so easy to raise a living thing."

Hawkeye remained silent.

Tony continued to drink his coffee and watch the fun while doing nothing of the matter; Steve felt that what Natasha said made sense, it is indeed not that simple to bear a life, and there are indeed many things about the Avengers; Dr. Banner is even more Nothing to say, until now, he couldn't even take care of himself.

"And me!"

A voice sounded suddenly, and the Avengers all turned their heads to look over.

"My God, Pooh!"

Tony threw the coffee cup aside casually, and rushed over to arrest him: "Don't be cheeky with that dog, it hasn't been vaccinated yet! It's full of fleas and bacteria..."

"Little Arrow was a house dog before, without fleas and bacteria, Stark." Hawkeye argued.

"Shut up, it's a dog, a dirty dog," Tony yelled.

"But he's so cute! Daddy, let's keep him!"

Pooh opened his eyes wide, those big dark brown eyes were full of longing, almost sparkling, and said deliberately: "I have never had a pet since I was a child, Dad!"

Fatal blow!

Tony couldn't say no at all.

So, Pooh happily continued to hold the big dog's head, and said affectionately: "You need to get better soon, and I can take you out to play."

The anesthetized dog did not respond for a while.

Pooh put his face against the dog's fur and rubbed it contentedly.

"Damn!" Tony couldn't bear to see.

He patted his forehead with his hands, and muttered in a low voice: "I hate children and animals the most, because they are never obedient."

Then, he glared at Hawkeye angrily: "Fatty Chirp, I warn you, don't pick things up at home in the future!"

"Fat Chirp? Don't call people random nicknames! You're just a rotten tin can!" Hawkeye said angrily.

"Damn Fat Chirp!"

"Rotten tin can!"

"Fat Chirp who can't fly!"

"A rotten tin can made of scrap iron!"

"Fat Chirp! Fat Chirp! Fat Chirp!"

"Tin cans! Tin cans! Tin cans!"

"Tell me, are they three years old?" Natasha asked Dr. Banner with a headache.

The doctor pushed his glasses, looked at the red-haired female agent, and smiled with some embarrassment.

Steve looked left and right for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

The author has something to say: Hawkeye does have a dog named Arrow, but he didn’t bring it to the Avengers Building, and kept it by himself. In his one-man magazine, it was officially set.