[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

It is not easy to get an application form for the MIT exam. The interests and injustices involved even Tony Stark need to think twice.

Stark was very curious about who it would be that Peter's boy would come to him for help.

Tony easily extracted the boy's name from Peter's mouth, Fast Hepburn.

It was the partner Peter met on the cruise ship lurking, who knew Peter Parker's true identity, and helped him hide his identity on the cruise ship. Besides, Peter was unwilling to reveal more.

I thought of Peter's faltering and hesitating look.

This made Tony interested. Tony knew very well that Peter was a very outgoing kid, and at the same time, he was a boy who couldn't keep secrets.

Originally, Tony thought that if he coaxed Peter a little, Peter would tell him more information about Fast Hepburn as honestly as before.

In fact, apart from those mentioned above, Tony can't get anything from Peter's mouth.

So Tony must find out the information about Fast Hepburn. Under the contempt and disapproval eyes of other Avengers, Tony began to plan.

However, the appearance of the Pale Knight on the cruise ship forced Stark to stop the plan, and S.H.I.E.L.D. called the Avengers to hold a meeting on the Pale Knight's comeback.

From the mouth of the thugs who were arrested and imprisoned, I learned that the Pale Knight is a superpower, or a mutant.

And got into a verbal altercation with Superman on a cruise ship.

So S.H.I.E.L.D.'s suggestion is to focus on this 'Pale Knight' and try to build a good relationship with the 'Pale Knight'. If possible, it is best to draw the Pale Knight into the Avengers.

Because the code name 'Pale Knight' will always live in people's hearts.

Isn't the Avengers just a gathering of heroes in people's hearts? Moreover, the identity of a celebrity can make some things more reasonable and convenient for the Avengers to do.

People always understand the actions of heroes, don't they?

But so far, as long as Spider-Man and Superman have seen the Pale Knight, and Spider-Man doesn't know much about the Pale Knight, of course, it's just that Peter didn't confess to the Avengers that Fast is the Pale Knight.

Fast asked Peter very seriously not to tell anyone his secrets, whenever Peter almost revealed Fast's secrets under Tony's lobbying.

Fast's peaceful face under the moonlight and those dark green eyes that seem to be able to see through the heart will appear in Peter's mind.

This made it impossible for Peter to tell the pale knight's secret anyway.

Peter didn't want those eyes to be filled with disappointment towards him.

So this is why Peter has never blurted out this secret. Peter dares to guarantee in his heart that if he tells Fast's secret...

Peter could hardly imagine what Fast would think of him in the future.

All the members of the Avengers are Peter's predecessors, some of them are a few years older than Peter, some are dozens of years older than Peter, and some are even hundreds of years older than Peter.

Fast is Peter's only hero partner of the same age, and he must cherish this friendship, even though Fast always replies with a cold and perfunctory '6' every time he replies to his message.

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What is the person who is missed by the little spider doing now?

Colorful light balls flicker, deafening music is heard, there are sexy strippers on the stage, and wretched men are trying to reach out and grab the legs of the girls on the stage.

Sitting on the bar was a man who was so drunk that he couldn't even utter a word but was still bragging loudly. Fast saw him crouch down and vomit a puddle of yellow.

Men and women are having sex regardless of the occasion, and the woman's high-pitched screams and the man's rough running both make Fast feel sick.

The whole bar smelled of rot.

Fast was wearing clothes that didn't fit the occasion, frog suit, body armor, magazines, a bullet belt wrapped around his waist, a small part of the pistol and short knife exposed in the leg bag, and an MP-5 on his back.

He was just wearing a short gray leather wallet as a casual disguise.

It was as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was carrying these weapons.

Fast just wanted to use such a not-to-be-messed appearance to let some whores with their brains not easily hit their minds on himself.

The ending was not always the same, or rather, no one was fooled by his equipment, but felt that he was even hotter.

Fast sits on the only sofa that looks relatively clean here——

It just looks cleaner, and Fast can smell something on the sofa. Before he sat on this sofa, there must have been many men and women who had intercourse on the sofa. The liquid flowed everywhere, and the bartender simply Wipe down the sofa.

What's more damning is that he still has to stay here until his partner, his good partner, the partner chosen for him by the boss, comes to rescue his colleague who is trapped in this corrupt place.

Fast became more and more irritable. He pushed away the glass of spiked wine brought by the bartender in front of him.

Fast twisted the salty pig's hand that stretched out to his shoulder and tried to grab him. Fast threw him down with his backhand, and hit the man's nose hard with his fist.

Blood spurted out, and it was all over the already mottled sofa.

The surrounding was quiet for a while, and then many people whistled and applauded Fast's behavior.

Then more people flocked to Fast, they were the partners of the hapless guy whose nose was broken by Fast, and some people who were not, they reached out and tried to touch Fast.

They seem to follow a temporary rule, whoever can defeat Fast can have sex with this hot baby, so people keep coming up.

Fast did vaguely hear someone saying that if you knock him down, you can have sex with him, and the bartender yelled loudly not to break the table and wine bottles, or let Deadpool clean them up.

The ending was naturally that Fast beat up those who came up, he beat out a way, and all around him were men who fell on the ground.

Fast glanced fiercely at the people who were eager to try, and this time he finally scared them away with just his eyes.

Fast sat on the bar counter with a cold face, slightly flexed his fingers and popped out two coins. "beer."

The fat man took the coin, turned around and poured half a glass of beer, then poured half of the water into the glass in front of Faster and placed the glass in front of Faster.

This small bar in a corner of New York is obviously not a bunch of unattended garbage.

The fact that the bartender dared to water down the beer in front of him proved that he was not worried about causing trouble here, at least in the eyes of the bartender, he was no better than the man who backed the bar.

Fortunately, Fast didn't really care, he just wanted to drink water, and he gulped down a glass of Iceman's beer.

And Fast really wasn't afraid of the man who backed the bar.

Fast flicked the mouth of the cup with his fingers, and then grabbed the fat bartender by the collar at a speed that no one could react to, and easily pulled the man out of the bar.

Bottles and cans fell to the ground.

This action of Fast frightened the people around, and they began to consider whether to leave.This is the site of Deadpool. If you touch Deadpool, that guy will use two knives to shave Fast into a human shape.

The guy who was dragged out by Fast looked calm, obviously not afraid of what Fast would do to him. "Calm down man. You don't want to make trouble here."

Fast sneered, and growled in that man's ear: "Tell Deadpool to get out quickly, sir. Otherwise, guess if I want to make trouble here."

When the bartender heard that Fast was looking for Deadpool, the calm expression on his face finally faded to fear.

He stammered, "I don't know... when Deadpool will arrive, he only said he would come tonight."

"Telephone." Fast spit out two words, let go of the hand holding the bartender's collar, and the bartender immediately crawled back to the bar and took out his mobile phone to call Deadpool.

"Good evening, Mole." The phone was picked up after two beeps, and the cheerful voice of Deadpool came, accompanied by the theme song of My Little Pony, singing the cheerful music of friendship.

"Hey, Deadpool. Where are you now?" Mole asked with his back to Fast.

"Ponyville." Deadpool replied with a casual glance at the laughing cartoon pony on the TV.

"It's serious." Mole looked at Fast anxiously, and he whispered to Deadpool: "There is a guy looking for you, it's not easy to mess with, do you know him?" "Oh, that's my kiss Partner—I forgot I have a date with my partner tonight." Deadpool squealed softly, and he was masturbating to the pony in his tank top and shorts.

Without his uniform he looked like an unpeeled, pitted potato.

"God, it took me a long time to please the author with my body before I got the chance to appear in this article. Mouse, you have to treat him well for me."

"...What kind of waiter are you referring to? I can't beat him. He beat up half the people in the bar by himself." Mole took a peek at Fast, who sat back at the bar and tapped his knuckles on the glass tabletop impatiently.

The mole complained to Deadpool: "I've never seen such a slutty man, have you seen him? Beating someone picks the bridge of the nose, the bridge of his nose he broke tonight is enough to make a dry pot."

"Wow, it's my partner. And I mean the good kind of hospitality, calling our best stripper, the one to Alukou last week, to take care of him."

"Are you sure? This guy doesn't look sexually well."

"How come? The author didn't tell me this." Deadpool said in surprise.

He sat up straight, and then he remembered something and restored his calm expression: "Then find him a mammoth, preferably one that looks like Bruce Wayne, or one with Batman's voice."

"...Stop making that goddamn joke, man. He's looking like he's tearing me apart right now, and I bet he heard our conversation." Mole felt the piercing stare behind him. I shivered.

In the next second, the mobile phone he was holding was snatched away, and Mole could only watch helplessly as Fast, who was almost a head taller than him, put the mobile phone to his lips.

"Sir." Fast's tone was cold, and he couldn't hear much anger. "Are you Deadpool?"

Fast used interrogative sentences, but it was a declarative sentence.

"Yes, I am. Oh, honey, your voice is much better than what I read in the text description." Deadpool said excitedly.

"If you don't show up at this bar within 10 minutes, I'm afraid you will lose the chance to see it again." After saying this, Fast hung up the phone without hesitation.

The author has something to say: I swear that I have nothing to do with Deadpool, he just looked at the manuscript box, this dog man actually slandered my innocence.

And this chapter is overused, the next chapter will go to bat van.

I asked my wife to make an appointment for Xiaofa's drawing, and my wife came out with a sketch today. The gloomy Xiaofa is so astringent, so astringent that I want to scream.

Today's small theater comes from readers: It's time to tell the author of Goo Goo that he's crying (to tell you the truth, this id made me slap).

The clown is a super guide, and his mental body is a Canadian lynx, a big cat. It is not a problem for him to guide several sentries of the clown gang alone. Sewer manhole covers all over the city.

Xiaofa: I have such a powerful setup, the bat will definitely become stronger with me.

I'm sorry, bats are sentinels in the dark, and they don't need guides to assist them. Xiaofa can only forcefully touch the face of the bat, hugging the bat's legs and crying to be taken back to the bat cave, but at night, I really can only cry up.

As for why Xiaofa is not a dark guide, if he was a dark guide, he would have ruled the world long ago.