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Peter raised his hand high and made an OK gesture: "I fully understand!"

His eyes were fixed on the glowing screen: "and - sent!"

Dolores couldn't wait to get closer: "What's the reaction?"

"Christmas, no one is staring at their phone... oh no, [-] comments in [-] seconds and counting."

Peter shook the phone at everyone: "I really underestimated how obsessed people are with mobile phones nowadays."

Tony shrugged: "I bet no one has watched that video now, who cares, it's already been sent out, and we don't care about the rest."

The sea breeze was blowing the hair, and the sun had completely sunk.

"Okay, pretty good."

Natasha crossed her arms and looked at everyone: "So should we go back now? Or are you going to go to the beach and watch the sky go completely dark?"

"That's right - let's get on the plane back now."

Tony clapped like a tour guide: "Then our itinerary for today will stop here, maybe next year we will be able to move to this charming island."

Everyone stepped onto the fighter plane one after another.

"This trip is shorter than I thought."

"I have to say it's a little boring..."

"I can hear you talking Bruce—"

Tony turned to give him a smirk.

"I never said how exciting it would be here."

"Oh, right!"

Dolores suddenly ran a few steps to his side excitedly: "When can we meet with the members of the Justice League?"

There was also an expectant smile on Peter's face: "That's right! Now we are considered colleagues, right?"

"That's right, we have to cooperate in the future, don't we? So we should have an official meeting soon or something?"

Steve also smiled and asked: "To be honest, I'm looking forward to it. After all, as two official superhero alliances, we seem to have never had this kind of cooperation opportunity, and even before, we only worked in our own places. ?”

"Like a pride of lions on the African savannah, mighty and mighty, never able to blend together—"

Tony said in a deep tone.

"...No, we are not lions."

Natasha retorted calmly: "It's about this time, you should also bless our future alliance a little bit."

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Then they went back to the manor, and everyone put the sweaters back on again.

"It's what happens when you go from the tropics back to a normal winter."

Tony said.

In the next few hours, everyone listened to various Christmas-themed songs, played poker, played small games like 'fuck, marry, kill', drank drinks and champagne, and bet on who would be the first in the house. Find all Hawkeye's snacks.

Thor also threw Loki on Van Gogh's back, and let him run out with Loki on the snowy field in a snowy night.

When Loki came back, he went down and pressed Thor's face decisively into the snowdrift on the porch.

"This is the most boring and funniest Christmas party I've ever been to."

Tony walked upstairs, and the living room was already in a mess, all kinds of snack bags, crushed cheese sticks and fireworks confetti, and the plates were full of food scraps and the like.

"Go to bed, it's midnight, and I'm sure you'll sleep well under the influence of alcohol."

Tony turned around on the stairs and laughed at Natasha, "That's right! Without a supermodel wearing a red white fringe skirt and a pointed hat, I would definitely fall asleep on the pillow—"

He seemed a little drunk, and his cheeks were flushed.

"good night, everyone!"

He yelled loudly, and then stumbled back to his room.

"I'm really worried about him sleeping in a bed of vomit tomorrow morning..."

Steve shook his head helplessly.

Everyone went back to their rooms.

Van Gogh seemed to have been given a bottle of tequila by Thor, and he lay down on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Dolores couldn't wake him up no matter how much she screamed, so she simply let him sleep there.

She and Peter secretly took their drinking glasses while everyone was not paying attention, and each drank half of it.

It made her feel a little heavier in her head than usual.

"Good night, Peter."

Dolores stood in the crack of the door, pointed at his face with a smile, "Your face is so red..."

Holding a bunch of presents in his hands, Peter was blushing from cheek to neck.

He raised the corner of his mouth, somewhat confused: "I guess I'm a little drunk."

"You're not much better, and your face is very red."

He walked past her door and walked to the door of his room.

It's only an hour until Christmas.

Peter put his hand on the handle, and suddenly sighed heavily.

He seems to have missed his time, probably.

Thinking of this depressing fact, he fell forward, with a muffled bang on his forehead, and recklessly slammed on the door, a bundle of mistletoe tied with a red ribbon.

The corridor has been empty, there is no sound, everyone has returned to their rooms and is ready to sleep for the next day.

He was the only one who had failed in confession and didn't have the courage to pull Dolores away from everyone at the party and run to the cold outside to carry out the original plan.

oh------

He hesitated at least a dozen times in the past few hours.

God why couldn't he do it? !Obviously everyone was booing for Steve to sing "God Bless America" ​​in front of everyone, and no one would notice that the two of them disappeared. …

"Hey."

Dolores' voice suddenly sounded again.

Just when Peter was depressed and remorseful, she didn't close the door, but just stood at the door, dazed by the alcohol, her head was full of the gift she gave Peter.

She saw it just now, the top one in his arms.

After hesitating for about ten seconds, she still didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing next door.

Peter is still there.Although she didn't speculate on the reason, this fact, perhaps with the effect of a little alcohol, was enough to make her feel unprecedented courage in her heart.

Went to his.

What if he never noticed, she thought?

Boys are very careless.

Although Peter had lent her at school more than once chemistry textbooks and math books she had forgotten, and odds and ends like library cards, he had never forgotten such things.

And one time, I noticed that the photo on Mr. Datmon's desk was removed, so it was speculated that Mr. Datmon suddenly cried emotionally in front of everyone in class because he divorced his wife. …

Oh my God Peter is not only smart but also careful—

In short, she shook her head vigorously, so as to shake off those inappropriate and strange thoughts.

She poked her head out of the door: "Hey."

Fuck him, she has to take the initiative to remind him!

Peter's eyes widened in surprise and he turned his head quickly. Dolores poked her head out from the door of her room, staring at him with somewhat drunken eyes.

"What, what's the matter?"

Dolores glanced at the unopened gift box under his chin, and swallowed unconsciously.

She pointed to it: "I gave you a gift, you have to open it when you go back to your room."

She emphasized her tone: "Look carefully, very carefully."

Dolores even frowned because of nervousness, as if she was talking about a very serious matter.

Of course Peter nodded again and again, a little confused: "Okay...Of course, I will, absolutely."

"very good."

Dolores took a deep breath: "Good night!"

She quickly retreated to the room, and then slammed the door shut.

After holding her breath for a few seconds, she finally heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door.

She turned around and took a few steps to jump herself into the bed.

Peter closed the door and put all the presents on the table.

What did Dolly mean?

He vaguely felt something, but wasn't sure.

What did she send?

Peter's hand reached directly to the top gift box, and he opened it almost impatiently.

It was a handmade guitar ornament with his name on the panel, and it seemed to be able to play, but it was very small, about the size of his palm, smaller than the ukulele.

There is no doubt that this is a custom gift.

Peter finally smiled a little.

While the Christmas wishes on the card are still the shortest, they are still cute.

He took out the decoration and a base, looked around the room for a while, and finally carefully placed it on the bedside cabinet.

Instead of Tony's signature on a page of the notebook that she sent before, he had framed it before, but now this picture frame is placed on the closet next to it.

Peter pursed his lips and changed the angle of the guitar several times.

"Okay." He said to himself, turning it about five centimeters to the right: "Perfect position, you can see it when you wake up."

An uncontrollable smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Although I didn't confess my success today, but...

Peter picked up the guitar from the base, held it in his hand and stared at it, and there must be another chance in the future.

And this time I definitely don't hesitate anymore.

Peter took a deep breath.

he will...

His fingertips inadvertently touched a little unevenness from the edge of the panel, which was also the side of his name.

what is itIs it a burr that was ignored by grinding or something?

Peter turned it to the bottom suspiciously.

No, this handcrafted item is beautifully crafted, all carefully polished and waxed.

There are two rows of regular lines of different lengths on the bottom here, tight and unobtrusive, but they are all waxed, not polished off, but carefully preserved.

Suddenly a bright light flashed through Peter's mind.

Holding the guitar tightly, he almost jumped up and rushed to the desk. His fingers trembled eagerly and opened the notebook.

A joy as if all the luck in the world was concentrated on him arose spontaneously, and his uncontrollable excitement burst out from somewhere deep in his heart.

His messy handwriting deciphered the Morse code letter by letter in the notebook.

This was the moment when he was the fastest, with the clearest and most sensitive mind. If Natasha saw his decoding speed, she might praise him for it.

Then he untied it.

The pencil fell out of his fingers and rolled all the way to the floor.

Peter felt as if a holy light was shining above his head.

He stared closely at the password on the notebook and was stunned for five seconds.

Five seconds later, as if struck by lightning, he jumped up from the table, opened the balcony door, and let the cold wind blow into the warm bedroom.

His figure disappeared on the balcony.

The cold wind on Christmas Eve swept into the room with snowflakes flying all over the sky. The notebook on Peter's desk was rattled by the wind, but it finally stopped at the page opened by the owner just now.

Peter's pencil writing still stuck on it read: DOORORIS GREEN'S SNITCH.

This string of Morse code is on the side of Peter's name on the guitar, and it just goes together: Peter Parker - is Dolores Green's Golden Snitch.