Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

At seven o'clock in the evening, outside New York City, in a small deserted corner, a few teenagers were frowning.

Peter swallowed, and quietly reached out into the dark dimension that enveloped New York City.

Little Hulk Amadis Zhao, the smart boy with the seventh IQ in the world, he pulled Peter out, held Peter's hand and looked over and over again, and after finding nothing happened, he blamed: "You It should not be done, since the formation of the dark dimension, no one has come out of it."

"But Aunt May and my classmates are still inside!" Peter circled around anxiously and distressed, "Trapped with a group of super villains who escaped from prison! Who knows what will happen!"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but there was really nothing they could do.

Peter irritatedly shot spider webs into the dark dimension biubiu. After a few minutes, he stood up suddenly and said to his friends, "I'm going in to find Aunt May!"

Amadeus shrugged: "Then you may never get out."

"Aww!" A cry of pain came from inside, "Little spider! Your spider silk has covered my face!"

Then came the sound of swords being unsheathed, the sound of objects being torn, and a whole host of inarticulate complaints.

Peter couldn't help rolling his eyes, and he yelled at Deadpool inside, "It's okay, Wade! Anyway, this isn't the first time you've been shot in the face with goo."

Deadpool rushed over after cleaning up, and was stuck at the border of the dark dimension without accident, and couldn't get out no matter how he changed his posture.

So he could only use his voice to convey his shock: "Little spider, you have learned dirtytalk since I haven't seen you for a few days! You are really my good boy!"

Realizing what he said, Peter scratched his head: "emmm... yes! Wade, how's the situation inside?"

Deadpool sighed, and sat on the ground: "What else can I do? The water and electricity are cut off, so I can't access Twitter and INS! Fortunately, I have hundreds of pornographic movies in my computer, and I can take them out when I'm bored. Look... by the way, are you following me on Twitter?"

Peter: "...Wade! I'm talking business!"

Deadpool rubbed his butt, was silent for a while, and then said: "Little spider, I was wrong."

Peter: "Huh?"

After two seconds, Peter said in a muffled voice, "You really killed Agent Coulson."

Deadpool looked at the thick black fog in front of him: "You know, past experience tells me that there is nothing wrong with working with Captain America! The days when he accepted me into the Avengers were really weird but also Very happy, I thought I could start with the Avengers and be a good guy."

Shirking responsibility is not Deadpool's style, he prefers to pretend to be crazy.But at this moment, he really wanted to tell Peter that when he killed Coulson, he didn't know that Steve had betrayed him.

There are as many people who misunderstand and hate him as crucian carp crossing the river, one more is not too many, and one less is not much.

But he really didn't want the arthropod baby in front of him to hate him.

Hearing Deadpool's rare and serious words, Peter's heart softened. He muttered, "It's not your fault, no...you still have faults, but...but that's the captain, yes Who can refuse his request."

"You won the bet, and I still owe you twenty dollars," Deadpool jumped up and thrust his sword back, "Well, I'll give you a full VIP discount, twenty dollars in commission, and I'll help you out Protect Aunt Mei in the dark dimension."

Peter froze for a moment. He listened to Deadpool's nonchalant voice, and the anxiety lingering around him was suddenly soothed, and his whole body became tense. He nodded, and realized that Deadpool couldn't see him.

Spider-Man in a dirty uniform stepped forward, stuck his fingers into the dark dimension, and said, "Thank you, Wade. And I want to tell you that you have always been a good person, and I believe in you. Even so Say I feel sorry for Agent Coulson, but...but I don't blame you."

Deadpool smiled and shook Peter's hand lightly.

Peter withdrew his hand and found a blue crystal lying quietly in his palm.

"This... what is this?"

Deadpool lazily walked away with his injured leg, waved his hands and shouted: "Go back and show your Iron Man father and you will know! Don't forget to remind Stark, let him give me money!"

The tall man's back was swallowed by the darkness, but the little yellow song he was humming kept floating, floating into Peter's ears.

In the deep mountains on the border between the United States and Canada, a group of other people found a foothold.

To the north of here is the New Sky, the country founded by mutants.

The remaining three faces the sea, and Neptune Namor and his Atlantean soldiers can help them defend against attacks from the sea.

"Seven hours have passed since Hydra took over Washington," Black Widow tapped on the computer, "At present, more than 100 heroes have come to join us."

Clint was directing a group of people to move things to the temporary base they had just built. Hearing this, he smiled, his blond hair shining brightly: "Xiaona, you did a good job!"

"Don't flatter," Black Widow continued to focus on searching for news on the Internet, "Hurry up and get to work."

Clint: "..."

In the base's temporary command room, Tony was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

The Winter Soldier walked over and handed him the flash drive.

Tony was still wearing armor, and he stretched out his hand in disgust and pulled it for a while, and the voice came from under the helmet: "What is this thing?"

"Rick Jones asked me to give it to you," the Winter Soldier explained sternly, "he said that this thing can determine the outcome of the war."

Tony adjusted his posture on the sofa: "You can show it to Hawkeye or the widow, I don't want to see it."

"Rick Jones asked me to give it to you." The Winter Soldier insisted, staring down at the gold and red helmet.

Tony was a little annoyed, he pushed the Winter Soldier's hand away: "Don't you understand people's words? I told you, don't show me!"

The Winter Soldier didn't understand: "What's wrong with you?"

There were scratches all over the front, and the dilapidated armor slowly opened.

There was no one inside.

The Winter Soldier was stunned: "You...?"

A blue phantom appeared behind the Winter Soldier, and the man with a delicate mustache spread his hands: "As you can see, I'm just an AI now, and my damn body is still in a coma in New York. I It's not Rodgers, it won't say stupid things that believe in hope, and it won't comfort people. Clint does these things better than me. Go to him and leave me alone."

Looking at the ignorant expression of the Winter Soldier, Tony felt an inexplicably bad emotion in his chest, and he said in a very calm tone behind his back: "Do you understand that we are no longer superheroes, we are just fugitives. "

The Winter Soldier pressed his head with some headaches, breathing deeply and rapidly.

Seeing his appearance, Tony was a little dazed: "Hey, why are you so overreacted! Make me look like Cinderella's stepmother!"

Seeing the AI ​​phantom in front of him frantically trying to help him, but unable to touch him anyway, the Winter Soldier pursed his lips.

"It's not because of you, I... just remembered something."

Tony frowned and looked him up and down: "You...you're not Barnes, right?"

The Winter Soldier bowed his head.

"You...you are more like that brainwashed weapon now," Tony suddenly realized, "Winter Soldier?"

Winter Soldier: "I'm not from this universe."

After speaking, he remembered the business, regardless of Tony's objection, he insisted on inserting the small flash drive into the interface of Iron Man's armor.

"Oh! Why are you Brooklynites so stubborn!" AI Tony, who was forced to receive the data, floated in mid-air and rolled his eyes at the Winter Soldier 360 degrees.

Soon, Rick Jones' big face appeared in the room through the projection equipment.

His hair was disheveled, and he was still wearing his red baseball uniform, and the white short sleeves inside were stained with messy stains and blood.

Rick looked around and said very fast: "Listen, no matter who you are, what I want to tell you is that no matter what Steve you see, that's not the real him, it is What did Hydra do to him!"

The genius, who was shattered by the sinister world, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Unfortunately, they arrested me, and it took me only 3 minutes to crack the Hydra program and escape."

"Heroes, I don't know how it happened, but everything is related to the Rubik's Cube. In Hydra's internal network, I hacked into the most confidential firewall, which contains a string of addresses. The address of the Rubik's Cube fragments that Hydra has tracked around the world, as long as we get all the fragments, we will-"

The picture suddenly blurred, a big hand grabbed the camera from far to near, and threw it into his pocket in a panic.

The camera began to rotate continuously with the owner's running, and the photo of Dr. Banner, who was in the same room with it, was far and near, making the gentle facial features of the middle-aged man extremely tranced.

Rick's voice still came: "Revise reality! We can correct reality!"

Peter, who had just arrived at the base from New York, was stunned.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, staring blankly at the thing in his palm with clear light brown eyes, as if he was holding a grenade that was about to explode, and shouted: "Mr. Stark! Come and have a look!" What is this! I think, this, this may be—a fragment of the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube!!!”

The Winter Soldier took the blue shard.

"Hope it's not stupid," he said simply, "Stark."

The troubled rich man who was slapped in the face grunted in embarrassment, raised his face and forced himself to hold his respect: "Well, you see, when life gives you a piece of ice, it will definitely give you a glass of gin or Bourbon."

The excited Peter was swinging in the air: "What Mr. Stark said makes sense!"

The cold killer with a deadpan expression: "..."

Is it too late for him to defect back to Hydra now?