[Comprehensive British and American] Mirage

On Saturday, Vesley took the opportunity of a morning run to circle Queens, and said hello to the morning exercisers she met on the road. Vesley looked at the location coordinates on her phone that had not changed Some depressed.

According to the positioning device she installed on Lucky, that cunning little rabbit is undoubtedly still in Queens, but the specific location will be affected by the magnetic field around the super-powered animal, so there is a certain error, Vesley can only determine Lucky Still in Queens, it seems that the little guy in the Three Caves of the Rabbit has decided to use this place as one of his strongholds.

Vesley originally placed a positioning device on every animal in the earliest days, except for some little ones who were restless and got rid of it early, and some are still moving, the only thing that can be determined is the whereabouts of the little rabbit lucky .

The most troublesome is actually the most worry-free.

"This contrast is really unacceptable." Vesley decided to go home. She doesn't exercise often. For her, it is enough to maintain her physical function. But today, in order to investigate the whole Queens , she was really sweating from running. "Well, a piece of tranquility, a good life begins in Queens."

Vesley looked at the peaceful Queens District, but actually felt a little complicated in her heart.

She was the kind of person who had witnessed the horrors of the Great War in New York, the crumbling houses, the smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together.

The corpses of dead lives were scattered all over the place, and the desperate and powerless cries enveloped the entire post-war New York at that time.

Now that the reconstruction activities after the Great War in New York are coming to an end, I don’t know whether to praise the greatness of the citizens of New York or lament that the city’s many disasters have made the people living here have some sense of antibodies. In such a short period of time, he adjusted his mentality and continued his life before the war.

Or maybe that's the right attitude.

After all, the earth will not stop because of the lack of any one person. The surviving people have to worry about their livelihoods tomorrow, thinking about whether they should eat whole wheat bread or bake cookies. They force themselves to forget their fears, get used to unknown dangers, and pretend to be With a busy and ignorant appearance, he indulged his fear to grow like a tide in such an environment, and sooner or later he would get backlash.

Or there is also the existence of Chaoying, which promotes the slack of the people.

But in fact, superheroes can't save every suffering people. They also feel pain and guilt because of their own powerlessness, while sad people continue to mourn, and guilty people have to bear heavy burdens and continue to save the world.

"Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish." Wesley put on her earphones and exhaled slowly. She turned around and went back the same way. The red dissipates.

As if spying on something dark, he opened his eyes.

■

Peter opened the curtains abruptly, the garden in front of the house was filled with dazzling sunlight, and there was no other place to hide his figure. After reconfirming with Peter's eyes, he suddenly closed the curtains in discouragement.

"So, is it my illusion again this time?"

But Peter always felt that someone was staring at him recently.

But no matter how Peter searched, there was no trace of the peeping person. Everything seemed to be Peter's own imagination. Even Uncle Ben and Aunt May questioned him several times, but he was always embarrassed to tell the two elders about his suspicions. After all, they were already very busy with their own work, and Peter didn't want him to make them worry any more.

"So is it really because I'm too tired from studying recently?" Peter took the vegetable leaves and fed lucky through the cage. When he went to class yesterday, Aunt Mei took the little guy to the pet hospital to make sure the little guy After he can digest the little pizza by himself, Peter will always feed the little guy a little bit of food when he eats. Of course, the staple food is vegetable leaves.

"Lucky, who is your master?"

There is a nameplate on the little guy's neck, so he must have an owner, but yesterday Peter went to the police in charge of Queens to report a new little pet in his home, but so far there has been no response.

Peter actually doesn't mind having a pet. Lucky is very good and Aunt May likes this little guy very much. She even plans to raise it by herself if no one claims it. Peter agrees with both hands, because with Lucky, Aunt May will not be the same as before To get to the bottom of his small wound, as long as you use luck as an excuse, even if Aunt Mei knew that he did it on purpose, she would have no choice but to let it go.

No way, who made lucky only want to eat the food Peter fed.

"Well, it's time to let you out of the cage." The little guy's new nest is in Peter's room. Animals can only grow better if they are accompanied and cared for by someone. Aunt Mei is very happy with the friendship between the little rabbit and her nephew. Get along, at least Peter will remember to wait for Lucky to go out for a walk, instead of staying in his room to study those small data pads picked up from the garbage dump during the holidays.

The range of activities of the little rabbit is Peter's room, and sometimes Peter will take it downstairs for activities after it is full, but today Peter only intends to let the little guy move his legs and feet on his bed, after all he intends to As a monitor, he always felt that the sight that followed him these days was not fake, and if there was real danger, then there was evidence to convince the police.

"Hey, hey, this is not an edible grass blade, this is my algebra test paper...wait, is this test paper originally placed here?" The trivial voice next to him prevented Peter from working, so he When he turned around, he saw a snow-white ball rolling around on a test paper, trying to stuff the corners into his mouth.

Peter had the impression that this paper was the first paper he got full marks in this semester. This was a memorable moment for him. He even put it in the thickest book on his desk inside the book.

"Someone has been in my room... Aunt May, no, she stopped helping me clean my room after I was 12, Uncle Ben? Not likely, he doesn't like Newton's Laws, why would he take that book Turned over the paper and even put it on my bed?"

The more Peter thought about it, the more frightened he became. He always felt that someone was watching him, but he had no clue.

"Wait, don't think things are so bad, first think about why things turned out like this? After all, it was fine before then, and nothing changed... Yes, except for being destroyed by lightning that day Glasses, met Vesley, ordered takeaway, and a little guy ate a few bites... Rabbit!!!"

"nonono, it's just a rabbit, no matter how you think about it, it's impossible for a rabbit to stare at me."

Peter scuffed his chocolate-coloured curls into a mess.

"That's Miss Weasley? No, no, no, think about it, if she really was staring at me, no matter what I think, I'm just kidding, but there was nothing wrong that day, Lightning still troubled me, and came to check on the school work Wesley of the environment, and you—" Peter picked up the little rabbit that was jumping around in place, and unconsciously stroked the fluff on the top of its head with his fingers, and the comfortable touch calmed down the excited boy a little. "Other than you stealing my pizza, there's really nothing special about it."

"So, it really is because the study pressure is too much recently."

Peter found a reason he could accept. He let lucky lick his stubbled chin with his little red tongue, and then rubbed his forehead against the little guy's head soothingly.

"Maybe I put the test paper on the bed by myself, and I just forgot. Being stared at is just an illusion. It seems that I was really frightened by the situation at the time of the New York War. Super villains will not stare at something. There are no brats, their targets should be the superheroes in the Avengers Building, this is the meaning of being a villain, isn’t it?”

The boy chattered to relieve his anxiety, even ignoring the somewhat impatient behavior of the little rabbit in his hand.

"It'll be all right."

Peter didn't know why he thought of Wesley, that Chinese girl who was full of contradictions. She looked younger than him, but she was an adult several years older than him. Always lazy, like an old child who is nearing his twilight years, and still likes to eat lollipops.

But it feels solid.

Feeling safe with her around, Peter thought.

Maybe he did have some bewilderment recently.

■

Wesley got a call from Tony, and the man on the other end told her it was time to come and try out her new weapon.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Weasley. It's the same as before, orange juice, right?" The girl thinks that Jarvis may be one of Tony's best works, and he can always deliver it to you at the right time. The most considerate service, it feels like an excellent housekeeper, but without a body. "Mr. is waiting for you in the reception room. Cap and Miss Natasha are also there."

"Thank you Jarvis, please add ice."

Vesley is still very familiar with the Avengers Building, and she has to inspect the building every half a month. Counting this time, she has come to this building that symbolizes world-class heroes nearly ten times.

"It's been a long time, Natasha, I'm glad to see that you are still as beautiful as ever." Vesley likes black very much, her whole wardrobe is full of dark-colored clothes, plus her black hair and black pupils, It looked like a completely black oriental witch. "And captain, don't you look fine?"

Natasha Romanov was a glamorous female agent who once belonged to the Soviet Union. Wesley always felt that Natasha was more in line with Wesley's understanding of sexiness than her own skinny beauty.

Compared with Natasha's good condition, Steve Rogers as Captain America is not very good.

This was the first time Weasley saw his face under the hood. He fit every American woman's requirements for a spouse, handsome, strong, with a pair of blue eyes like the sea, even in the dim light. With a little green.

But now his face is solemn, his lips are still a little pale, and he even has some subtle prayers when he looks at Vesley's expression, which makes the girl's heart skip a beat at that time, and she feels bad.

"Wesley, please." Steve propped his forehead, and Natasha, who was standing next to him, showed a troubled expression under Wesley's pleading eyes. Obviously, the female agent couldn't help either. What is she up to?

"Please, tell me about Bucky."

"About the Winter Soldier, Sergeant James Barnes."

The author has something to say: Ms. Wesley started off the horse, well, why did you update this article, because Yikiss probably won’t be able to update it today, in order to have the confidence to say that I updated it, so I decided to post this article that has a manuscript Issued to.

Yes, I just can't control my hands that are about to move, I want to update when I have saved manuscripts, I can't control myself!

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