[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Flash walked aimlessly for a while, not knowing where to go.With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Harry Osborn stepped out.

"Why are you here?" Flash's eyes widened.Are you here for Petra?That's too strange, can anyone enter the Avengers' territory?

"Flash? Are you still here?" Harry was also taken aback, and immediately stopped in his tracks, feeling vigilant.

"No, you should call me Agent Venom now." Flash raised his chin proudly.

To this, Harry's reaction was very cold: "Is this the name you named yourself?"

"What, do you have an opinion?"

Harry frowned slightly: "That thing is very dangerous, even for the sake of your own body, not all great power is a good thing."

"I know what's wrong with your father." Flash comforted, "but it's different. I think I get along well with Venom."

"...whatever you want." Harry shrugged, and was about to walk away, but he thought of something, turned around, and warned, "You'd better make sure you can control yourself. If you dare to treat Patty—"

"Parker? What happened to her?" Flash wondered.

Harry was at a loss for words: "By the way, you don't know yet... Forget it, don't worry about it. Do you know where she is now?"

I don't understand why these people have so many secrets, Flash muttered to himself.

"Oh, I saw her in the afternoon, I'm going to report to Mr. Stark. But Captain America is also there! - Could it have something to do with the Avengers team?" He quickly had an association, "They gave Has she been promoted?"

"..."

Obviously not, Harry thought.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Well, it's okay if she's not there, what about the Avengers?" Harry said.

Flash raised his finger and pointed to the ceiling: "Fly away."

"Where did you go?"

"Are you asking about Friday?"

Harry looked up blankly for a while, and suddenly became angry: "I told those old guys about the importance of developing fighter jets, but they just didn't listen!"

"But there's no one now." Flash had an idea, "Can you fly a plane?"

"How is it possible... Uh, I've only played simulated driving." Harry hesitated, "Do you think it's okay?"

On the plains to the north, the wind blades were wrapped in snow.The sky was shrouded in thick clouds, and it was gray everywhere.The snow that came from the wind didn't know whether it was pure snow or sleet, and it hit my face so cold that I was shivering.

It's hard to imagine such a cold place in the hot summer of the northern hemisphere.

Can this kind of weather cool down the impetuous people?

...it seems impossible.

Amidst the whistling wind, the surroundings were extremely silent, only the man's loud yelling: "Alright, alright, I've caught them! Ron—you take two more steps over there!"

"Stop, stop! That guy is about to be beaten!"

"Hey, little spider, don't think he's Captain America and you'll be soft! Hit me hard!"

Finally you're done.Harry was so tired that he sat down on the ground, back to back with Ron.

"It's like going through a harsh Quidditch training," Ron said breathlessly.

"I'd rather play a game of Quidditch," Harry replied.

The dozen or so players on the Quidditch pitch are still wizards no matter how strong they are, and their physique is not much better than Muggles. Now, they are facing humans with superpowers, and iron cans...

The rope created by magic can only be held together for a while, and in the end, the few men in the melee were glued to the ground by Petra's spider silk, and that was the end of it.

The world is truly quiet.

After resting enough, Ron patted his butt and got up, looking at the battlefield.

The man tied to the pillar seems to have passed out, and his appearance can no longer be seen clearly—this poor Colonel Zemo, even though he came from the special forces, is just an ordinary person after all. Got a pig's head.

But it shouldn't die, Ron judged with confidence.

Then he turned to the center of the vault, where a man with a broken arm lay in the clearing.The severed metal arm had already flown outside, stuck in a snowdrift, only four shiny fingers were exposed, it looked scary.

——Looking to the other side, the two original grand elders of the Avengers were lying side by side on the ground, shoulder to shoulder, but they didn't look at each other.

"Go back and you're dead," Tony, a Stark who's lived for more than forty years, grimly declares to his companions—in a tone that sounds like a kindergarten quarrel.

Another American spiritual model who has lived for more than [-] years, stretched out his limbs peacefully, but not to be outdone, he replied: "If you have the ability, you can take off this iron suit before you talk."

"If you are capable, throw away the shield my dad made for you before you speak!"

"Throw it away." Steve said, raising his right hand without changing his face, and with a flick of his hand, the Star Buckle flew out, and it was about to disappear into the snow, but he didn't know if it was because The owner was lying on the ground and the angle of view was inconvenient, and it was the first time that there was an error.

There is an extra column on the flight path.

The star shield collided with the pillar, and there was a crisp click, then bounced back with lightning speed, and flew to the other side.

Petra was standing there with her hands empty, almost instinctively, she raised her hand and caught it.After seeing the items in her hand, her eyes lit up, "Wow, cool."

It turned out to be so light.She weighed it, and it felt very good, and she couldn't help but feel ready to move.

"Play another anti-serum." Tony said without changing his expression.

"There is no such thing." Steve said coldly.

"I'll make it for you when I turn around."

"Aren't you naive!" Captain America reprimanded sternly, "Can't you admit it generously if you can't beat it?"

"You're naive!" Tony confronted, "I can't beat you? Ha! What an international joke!"

... "Too childish." Sirius couldn't bear to look directly at him, and turned around.

Hermione was rummaging through her small bag and took out a thermos: "I brought pumpkin juice, do you want to drink it? My God, it's really cold here."

Harry rubbed his hands together and let out a sigh of relief: "Yes."

"It occurred to me," said Hermione, looking outside, "that Durmstrang is in this kind of place, isn't it? Viktor said the place where their school is located is cold most of the year ..."

"No way? If it's the territory of wizards, why are there so many bases established by Muggles here?" Ron didn't quite believe it. "Don't think so much! I just want to know now, how do we go back?"

Petra also looked out.

The snow fell harder, and the outlines outside became indistinct, leaving only gray shadows.

"The hard truth is," Petra said gravely, "that no two Avengers should ever fight. It doesn't matter if they die or not, but the vehicle will—"

"Are you qualified to say such things!" Ron looked at her and said sadly, "Your destructive power is also amazing, do you know that?"

Petra was aggrieved: "It's not me who did it this time!"

"You brought Iron Man here!" Ron pointed.

"He will come here by himself without me leading the way! You forgot that he can fly."

"Ugh..." Ron sighed.

Several people sighed, looking at each other in twos, wrapped in the cold, at a loss.

"Can't you wizards fly?" Petra asked after a while.

"Ordinary wizards can only rely on broomsticks," said Harry, "unless you're Tom Riddle."

Several people sat quietly for a while.

Hermione carefully looked at the two people over there, and asked quietly, "Do you think they're reconciled?"

"It's hard to say." Sirius said with a very experienced look, "Even the best friends can turn their faces against others. For example, James and I once fought a duel over who should wash the dishes for two days and two nights. And these two... ... I don't think their relationship was very good before, right?"

Ron was dumbfounded: "None of you... can use housework spells?"

"That's not the point!" Sirius emphasized.

"Well, they're not particularly close..." Petra said euphemistically, "But the existence of superheroes is very special and cannot be defined by the relationship of ordinary people. If they are on the battlefield, they will definitely do their best for each other Life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and just now they were trying to blow each other's heads off." Sirius nodded.

Then, he stopped talking and joking, and an unspeakable sadness appeared on his face: "Who can't understand? Back then, I went crazy to chase and kill Wormtail..."

"Different nature." Hermione said hastily, not daring to continue to sprinkle salt on his wound, "After all, you..."

After all what?She couldn't speak anymore, and bowed her head sadly.

The atmosphere is heavy.Petra thought, this can't work.

"I'm going to try it out." She stood up bravely and strode over.

"What does she want?" Ron sat up straight in shock, raised his head, watched her approach step by step, then squatted down, and sat beside the pile of scrapped steel suits.

Petra bent over, didn't speak, just gave Tony a hug.

It was a bit difficult, because MK46 was too big, and she tried her best to open her arms, but she only got half of them.

The two who were still bickering stopped long ago.Tony was stunned, raised his movable arm, barely placed it on Petra's shoulder, and pressed it lightly.

"Okay, girl." His expression softened a lot, "Who am I? Do I need your comfort?"

"You need it," Steve said quietly.

"Shut up!" Tony turned his head and threatened him viciously.

"Mr. Stark," Petra buried her face in the metal chest for a while before she raised her head and said seriously, "Let's go home."

go home.

The snow fell very quietly.

In the distance, a fighter plane was flying towards them silently through the clouds.

"Are you hungry?" Tony asked.

"Yeah!" Petra nodded vigorously.

"Okay..." the man muttered, struggling to get up, "Let me think about how we're going to get back here?"