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

Peter took a step back abruptly, his slightly raised eyebrows on the right were beating wonderfully, his face flushed red, and he said awkwardly: "Yes, I'm sorry! I was thinking wrong..."

Who would have known that Stark's nephew was so old? !

Bullock raised his eyebrows, unreasonably: "Really?"

Peter glanced at Bullock from top to bottom out of the corner of his eye, wanting to cry, feeling that the mafia-like man in front of him was really scary, but the task that Mr. Concerned, he squatted on the ground, frantically picking up the dropped things and stuffing them back into his bag.

"So, do you want to go out for a walk? I know some very good and interesting places!" The enthusiastic Peter said awkwardly and expectantly, and his hazel eyes looked at Brock desperately.

Brock took a candy from his bag, threw it into his mouth and chewed, and asked inarticulately, "Brother Parker is going to take kid Brock out to play?"

Like a baby chicken being held in the mouth by a weasel, Peter shrank his neck and whispered obediently: "No, I'm a kid. Uncle Brock took me out to play."

Tony inexplicably changed from Peter's Iron Man father to grandpa.

Bullock had seen enough of the jokes, and happened to have nothing to do today, so he put on a coat, slammed the door shut, and said lazily with narrowed eyes: "Let's go."

The two took the elevator all the way down the stairs, Bullock threw the car keys in his hand to Peter, and asked him, "Can you drive?"

Peter reacted quickly, grabbed the key thrown in the air with one hand, and nodded: "Yes! But I don't have a driver's license yet, what if I get caught by the traffic police? I don't want to cause trouble for Mr. Stark... ..."

Bullock was heartbroken for his ideological awareness, he opened the door and threw Peter directly into the driver's seat.

"Do not talk nonsense."

As a mutant Omega whose sense of smell is unknowingly many times more sensitive than ordinary people, even though Brock took the inhibitor on time, Peter still smelled the smell of pheromones on Brock, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

so cool!His pheromones smell like booze!

And myself... it's lemon milk, maybe a little unripe cherry :-(

It's not cool being a superhero with a secret identity!

Driving without a license for the first time, trembling on the verge of breaking the law, Peter carefully obeyed the traffic regulations, while the man next to him opened the window and smoked.

"That," Peter reached out and poked Bullock, "New York City just promulgated a ban on smoking in public places last month, and smoking is harmful to your health. Have you ever seen the lungs of those who smoked for a long time? It's black! And there's..."

Brock turned his head while Peter was chattering, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "I've seen a lot of people's lungs, the fresh and warm ones with blood, but I haven't seen the black lungs you mentioned. several."

Peter's hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and he fell silent for a moment.

He thought tremblingly:

Help, help!Mister Stark!

The plan of going to the playground and doing puzzles together was crossed out by Peter in his mind. He frowned and thought hard, and finally brought Bullock to a small shop on the street that sells drinks and desserts——

The decoration of this store is very dreamy, light yellow and tender green complement each other, because it is close to the school, the price is not expensive, the business is very good, and it is full of chattering Omegas.

Bullock stood in front of the door, looking like he was going to collect protection money.

Peter originally thought that Brock would pick and choose from head to toe, but he didn't expect this fierce-looking man-he went straight in and started to line up.

Hey, is it true that even an Omega can't refuse dessert?

After the two Omegas, one old and one young, finished ordering, they sat on the seats by the glass window and ate.Peter took his Mr. Stark's activity funds, ordered a large table of things unceremoniously, scooped ice cream in his left hand, and held panna cotta in his right hand, using sugar to comfort his heart that was kicked by reality.

"May I ask why you are having trouble with Mr. Stark?" Peter tentatively took a sip of the honey-mango-flavored sparkling water.

Bullock: "Arguing? What's the arguing?"

How dare he?He was also pointing at Tony to make some extra money, the salary from S.H.I.E.L.D. was not worth his life.

Peter's face was wrinkled, like a small animal that has just been nested by a bear, looking tangled and pitiful, he lifted his furry head abruptly, and said seriously: "Mr. Stark is very good Man, although I don't know him well enough, I also know that he has no other living relatives...so I guess he still values ​​you very much, you...you can try to get along with him, okay? "

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that he did not have the status and qualifications to ask for these things. Peter felt a little regretful, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean you were sorry! I just wanted to say that Mr. Stark is really nice Very nice guy, although he doesn't talk about caring about people..."

Brock thought he was farting and ate his own.

He is not suitable to get along with this kind of child.

So in the face of Peter's youthful sincerity, there is nothing to say.

He never felt that blood could determine anything, and he didn't want to get involved with too many people.Violence is an addictive thing, and when Bullock gets used to fighting everything with his fists, he also seems to lose the ability to open his heart and communicate with others.

It seems that the old man of God also saw the speechless choking of the two.

A small black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, expanding slowly and powerfully. The empty and boundless universe was strangely connected with the earth's atmosphere, baring its ugly and vicious fangs over New York City.

As if he felt something, Peter shivered, and his hairs stood on end. He pulled his head out of a pile of delicious, sweet and greasy food, and looked towards the sky.

Less than a minute later, aliens wearing steel armor came out in full force. These deformed but strong alien warriors roared and began to harvest the fragile carbon-based creatures on the surface.

The buildings seemed to be scared out of their wits, shrinking under the violent impact.

Almost at the same time, the communicator on Bullock's left wrist beeped.

There was a red light on the screen.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sub-advanced alert means a city-level catastrophe, and all active agents immediately enter the task state after receiving it, until they leave the alert or die on duty.

Bullock seized the time to stuff the last piece of cake in front of him into his mouth.

Peter's reaction was faster than his. He rushed out, but Brock grabbed him from behind.

"Kids, don't run around," Brock jumped into the car this time, and drove the car quickly through the broken streets, "I'll go back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and put you there by the way, it's safer."

Peter froze for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Put me down, I...I want to go home and see Aunt May."

Brock ignored him.

Seeing the chaos on the street, Peter weighed his vest again, thinking it was more important to save people immediately, he raised his arm to smash the glass, flipped out of the car window, and landed lightly on the ground , After a few flashes, the shadow disappeared.

Brock raised his eyebrows in surprise, didn't have time to think deeply, and rushed to S.H.I.E.L.D.

After swiping the card outside the armory on the first floor, and changing into combat gear within 2 minutes, another piece of bad news came one after another. The S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is said that the person who did this was Hawkeye Clint, who was brain-controlled by an unknown alien.

Bullock didn't realize that in the past two years, the former silly boy had grown into an agent who could be his own.

Although still silly.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was in chaos, but Bullock still followed the instructions and drove the speed car step by step to Manhattan, the center of the incident, and began to evacuate the crowd and fight against the aliens.

Gradually, fewer and fewer S.H.I.E.L.D. agents fought with him, and he also suffered minor injuries.

"Brock?" Captain America's voice suddenly came from the headset, "There are two school buses trapped on Seventh Street. You—"

"Received." Bullock pressed the headset, and rode on the motorcycle he picked up and set off on the road.

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in this area are under my command for the time being," Steve's voice sounded intermittent, accompanied by the shout of the shield piercing the air, "Remember, protecting the masses is the first priority, Don't love fighting."

"Oh."

With the handlebar in his left hand and the gun in his right, Bullock sped forward, blasting the heads of several Chitauri.

On the way to the designated location, Bullock saw a green man with long horns riding on an alien spacecraft, looking aloof, like a leader.

He clicked his tongue: "It's ugly."

The man with the big golden horn was nearly a hundred meters away from Brock, but he seemed to hear it.

A trace of disdain flashed across his handsome face, he tapped the staff in his hand, and a beam of light magic light was hidden among the chaotic Chitauri, hitting Bullock directly.

Loki stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his beautiful green eyes, the voice of the evil god merged with the soul gem, controlling Bullock.

"Go and kill the Avengers."

"Loki!!!!"

Suddenly thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a powerful roar accompanied by lightning slammed down hard!

Sol holds the hammer in one hand, and he and his younger brother come and go in the air, rolling into a ball.The speed of the two was extremely fast, a few afterimages flashed, and Loki was pushed against the wall of a building by the angry Sol.

"Long time no see," Loki tilted his head with a smile, "brother."

Sol frowned tightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "You shouldn't do this, you know what kind of person Thanos is, but you want to run to be his lackey!"

Loki couldn't get away under Thor's strong pressure, and was immediately very annoyed. He used magic to transform into a delicate and sharp dagger, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to stab Thor's abdomen with a knife.

Seeing Thor lose his strength all of a sudden, Loki broke free from his arms, and he spread his hands gracefully: "That's called cooperation, my stupid brother."

I wanted to continue to taunt a few more words, but a giant green hand suddenly grabbed his arm from behind, and a louder laughter than Sol rang through my ears:

"Blonde girl! So weak!"

Like a rag, Loki was waved vigorously in the air by Hulk, and was finally hammered into the ground with a groan.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but he fell powerlessly.

"Smash!"

"Brunette! Weaker!"