Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

Moses was finally brought back to New York lying on his stomach between the train and the tracks.

"This is wrong behavior." After getting out of the car, he found a place where no one had a camera and raised his hood, and spit out the dust to the innermost part with two bangs, "When I have money, I will buy a ticket and make up for it." .”

The system comforted: "You didn't occupy the place of other people."

"But I did evade the fare."

The brown-haired boy flicked the rubber strap of his swimming goggles sadly, "I hope the family that adopts me will have a sewing machine. This thing is combined with the hood. I think my brain may lack oxygen all the time."

"But Shazam didn't do much better when he was a superhero for the first time. Anyway, I have more experience than him?"

The New York station at night is a place where crimes occur frequently.

After a while, women's screams and beatings were heard from the crowd.

"Is this the so-called 'early is worse than good time'? Today is Spider-Man's first day in office, I hope other people will not think that I am with the robbers." Moses jumped on the wall and hung upside down skillfully He climbed over the ceiling and came to the metal bracket above the railroad tracks. When passing by the flashing red camera, he said hello, "I'm sorry Mr. Security, I didn't mean to scare you, please don't call the police."

The silk launcher is ready.

The dense flow of people at the train station was surging below him, and a child saw his figure while looking around, and happily tugged at the corner of the elder's clothes: "Mom! Look! It's a spider!"

With this crisp cry, people raised their heads one after another, and the exclamation suddenly came and went, accompanied by the flash of the shutter.

"I prefer you add 'man' after it, it sounds more human."

The eyes under the lens narrowed slightly, Moses raised his wrist and pressed the button, and the next moment, the white net precisely covered the thief's head.

"Perfect hit, ten points~"

**

"Peter Parker?"

The woman in uniform rolled her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her, "You were brought back by Shazam from...um, Cyprus in the Mediterranean Sea?"

The brunette young man rubbed his chair anxiously: "Yes, that's right."

"But you've been living in Moldova? Why did you move from an Eastern European country to Asia?"

man, how do i know?

Moses just asked Billy to say a few relatively rare addresses, and he definitely didn't teach things like crossing the Eurasian continent.

Moses, who also heard the name of this country for the first time, unconsciously fiddled with the buttons on his clothes with his fingers, desperately trying to find an excuse: "Uh, because of some family reasons."

The woman lowered her head and wrote two strokes on the document: "You are an orphan, who did you live with before?"

"An old man adopted me—the unregistered kind. Well, he's a MM..."

"Moldova."

"Yes, Moldovan, I was too young to remember the place names. Then his wife is Cypriot."

In the office, one big and one small looked at each other.

Moses tried to look extra sincere.

"Am I acting like I'm not very smart?"

While waiting for an answer, he spoke to the system.

System: "Guess?"

In the end, the woman picked up the documents and tidied them up on the table: "This is the end of the verification work, which is similar to the information we learned before. We have already contacted the host family for you. Coincidentally, this lady is also surnamed Parker. Do you want to do it now? See her?"

Even though Parker is an extremely common name in the United States, this coincidence still made Moses nervous for a moment.

He asked in his heart: "I thought this time, like Superman and Batman, no relatives are here?"

"Don't panic," the system said, "Although Spider-Man and Mei are indeed relatives in theory, it is impossible for her to guess in this direction."

It was so sure that Moses, who felt the flag was raised high, became even more uneasy.

He waited in the office for about ten minutes, and then the door was pushed open, and a neat older woman walked in with a backpack.She immediately smiled when she saw the thin boy sitting on the high-back chair.

"Peter? Nice to meet you."

"Me too, Ms. Parker."

"Since we have the same surname, you can also call me Mei directly." She came over and gave Moses a hug and kiss, picked up the paperwork on the table, "I just need to sign here."

The previous staff member pushed his glasses and asked, "Let me confirm again, are you both ready?"

"I'm fine."

"Of course." The woman with graying hair but strong mobility said happily, "Although Peter and my husband don't look alike, we sound like a family."

System: "Look. The difference between you and her husband Ben Parker's appearance is the difference between the painting styles of the two eras, the adaptation of film and television dramas, and the replacement of actors."

Moses:"……"

He didn't know what to say for a while.

Ms. Mei is over fifty years old but still has the same demeanor. Peter Parker is also good-looking, but there is little similarity in their facial features.Moses speculates that this may be because in this world, Mrs. May's husband, Benjamin Parker, is still Richard Parker's younger brother, but Peter was not born as Richard's son (like Superman).

When General Zod invaded Earth, Kryptonians didn't think Kal-El was Jor-El's son, which means that Superman doesn't look much like his theoretical father in this world.

The souls of heroes are still themselves, but the system may refer to too many parallel universes when creating the shell, which saves a lot of trouble.

Anyway, he does now have a comfortable place to stay, complete with a sewing machine from the last century.Moses found that Ms. May Parker's life was not rich, although she was very loving and energetic, and the rooms were neat and clean everywhere, but the house was about the same size as Clark rented near the center of the metropolis The studio apartment is about the same size.

——The poor god favors you.

He decided to go out to work if he had the chance, and not to burden Mei because of his own problems.

The title was negotiated by them on the way home.

"Our age gap is a bit big, I guess you don't want to call me mom." Mei winked at him playfully, "You can call me whatever you want, I don't mind at all."

"But we have the same surname." Moses tried to show a natural smile, but failed. He looked a little cramped and nervous, and raised his hand in an awkward gesture, "You know, so that most people will think that we are It's a family member. Why don't I call you Aunt? Sorry, I think that might make more sense..."

The woman's soft palm stroked his back: "That's great, Peter." She praised without hesitation, "I think this title is very good! AuntMay, I still sound a little cool, a bit like a western cowboy .”

She spoke so easily, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that it didn't seem like the first time we met.The young man beside him finally relaxed, his tense cheeks softened, and he slowly revealed a shy and uplifting smile.

That's right.

Mei looked at his disheveled hair and thought.

**

As a minor, it is impossible not to go to school.Spider-Man hasn't found an organization yet, and he can't legally skip class like Shazam, but the school files are still being entered these days, so he is not in such a hurry to report.

Moses first chose a morning when there was no one at home, moved out the sewing machine and started it up quietly.

"System, can you give me a sewing machine operation guide?"

Looking at the pedals, he hesitated for a while and asked.

The system actually did a search in the database, regretting: "It's not that I don't help, but this model is too old, and the network was not developed at that time, so I won't be able to find it for a while."

Well, maybe sewing machines all operate more or less the same.

Moses dragged a chair over and began to struggle with his uniform.

Spider-Man's name has landed on the headlines of many New York newspapers.Since entering the 21st century, people's world view has been continuously refreshed by super-english and super-reverse. After the invasion of Darkseid, everyone's psychological endurance has been exercised unprecedentedly, and there are not many people on the Internet who question his behavior.

... There are some comments about his clothes being too ugly.

"The hood looks like a mugger."

"Is that swimming goggle serious?"

"My God, it's Spider-Man? I thought it was the second Aquaman."

The system originally thought that it was fortunate that Parker was busy with vulgar things now and didn't usually check social media very much. Otherwise, his next plan might be to find a time machine or learn a large-scale forgetting spell.

The result was different from what it expected. When it was mentioned, Moses didn't lift his head: "What's the matter, anyway, I'm wearing a mask."

You say Spiderman's uniform is ugly, what does it have to do with me, Peter Parker?

"Is my left eye stitched crookedly?"

System: "...Indeed, it needs to be rotated another fifteen degrees."

World peace has nothing to do with Moses for the time being. Another thing that needs to be focused on is how to make extra money.

The places where minors do not violate the law to work are nothing more than restaurants or coffee shops.He even went out of his way to register his age as 16 - the minimum age to be hired.

If he considers a more wild way, he can still go to fist.

Or, find a path that is in the middle.

"Excuse me, is the boss there? I saw that it said recruiting employees." On the weekend, Moses ran to New York's Chinatown with his schoolbag on his back.As we all know, in European and American countries, Asians always open stores more diligently than locals, and they are more likely to recruit workers.

But this shop at the corner of China Street, with a cold business and high wages, is not a common Chinese restaurant or milk tea shop, but an antique shop.

In good conscience, Moses thought it oozes a liar from the inside out.

But one has to be brave enough to try.

White smoke rose from the censer in the room, and an old Asian white-haired old man lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and meditating heard the sound and sat up, pushing the round glasses on the bridge of his nose and looking at Moses: "See the conditions clearly? We are here to recruit short-term workers. And the low probability may have unexpected dangers, so the store will bear the medical expenses and extra overtime pay."

This was written on the recruitment profile, and Moses saw it.

But they give too much.

"I'm fine," he assured, puffing out his chest.

Whether it's gang fights in Hong Kong movies or gangster disputes in the United States, Spider-Man can definitely solve it!

"Okay then." The old man smacked his lips, bent down to get the contract from the drawer, and straightened up when he suddenly remembered something, "Wait, there is one more thing. Do you have any opinions on superheroes?"

"I, uh." Moses speculated on his expression, "Is the front one okay? I have always wanted to discuss with Iron Man how the internal shock-absorbing material of the new armor he released at the Stark Technology Exhibition achieve high-speed shear thickening.”

The old man's eyebrows were tangled together because of this series of unfamiliar words.

"...That's a coincidence." This time he put the contract paper on the table and urged, "Hurry up and sign it when you see it, we're going out soon."

"What? Wait a minute, isn't there a store here?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions, you'll know when you go, it's a takeaway business anyway."

Antiques also have a takeaway business?

Moses checked the contract in a daze, and signed his name after confirming that there was no problem.

Half an hour later, he and the old man who claimed to be Uncle (father) stood at the main entrance of the Avengers Building.

Spider-Man: "..."