[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

What kind of experience is it like to suddenly have a boyfriend overnight?

What kind of experience is it like to be discovered by your parents when your boyfriend quietly takes you home for the first time?

What kind of experience is it like to be entertained by the other party after being discovered by the parents?

In parentheses, the parent's name is Mei.

Sylvia: Thank you for the invitation. I actually came home alive to provoke me. It is simply the blessing of my second grandfather.

The night was smudged into the sky like ink, and it was not too late when the black-haired girl said goodbye, but Aunt Mei still insisted on asking Peter to take her home.

——Of course, it takes more than two hours to drive from Queens to West Chester. If it is a literal "send", it will be almost midnight when Peter returns home. Sylvia can only say that she is at school There are dormitories.

Aunt Mei believed it was true, and quickly pushed Peter out of the door.

Sylvia and Peter looked at each other in front of the slammed door, and decided to find a way to use up the time difference that should have been "on the road".

"Are you ok?"

After getting out of the elevator in the apartment building, Peter looked at Sylvia worriedly.

The latter gave him a puzzled look.

Peter pointed to her stomach: "My aunt's cooking... um... compare..."

Sylvia's slightly raised nose immediately wrinkled together with her mouth: "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

Peter: "..."

When Peter thought of Thea's unwavering support at the dinner table, a kind of sincere respect rose in his heart, and he asked cautiously, "Would you like to vomit for a while?"

Silvia immediately looked at him with a smile: "You eat more than me."

Peter scratched his head: "I'm used to it."

Sylvia smiled and said, "I'm used to it too. In fact, Aunt Mei's dishes are quite normal except that the seasoning is not right."

Before Peter cast doubtful eyes, she went on to explain: "When I was a child, about eight years old, I started to cook by myself. At the beginning, I didn't even know whether to put the oil or the vegetables first. The things I made were really not good. People eat it like charcoal, and it takes a month or two to get better."

……

Peter paused in his steps, with an expression of disbelief and distress on his face.

Sylvia seldom, or almost never, mentioned the word "family", and the relatives in her mouth were only a "second grandpa". He probably knew that her parents were divorced, but "an eight-year-old child needs to cook by himself "This kind of thing is tantamount to the crime of abandonment and child abuse in the United States.

He slowed down, and Sylvia also stopped. The black-haired girl raised her head slightly and looked at him from below. Her amber eyes were like frozen syrup in the night.

"For the sake of eating dark food for so long... comfort one?" She opened her arms towards him with an exaggerated and pitiful expression on purpose, like a kindergarten child wanting to hug.

Peter responded by simply picking her up.

Both feet left the ground suddenly, and the momentary feeling of weightlessness made the heart stop for a moment, and then "boom bang bang" the blood returned again, and the blood vessels were washed by the hot blood, full of vitality.

On the sidewalk, the glass windows are brightly lit by the lights inside the store. Passers-by occasionally glance at them, smile kindly and teasingly at the young couples who hugged each other on the street, and walk around them.

A young man with good deeds yelled strangely on the other side of the road: "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Sylvia's elbows rested on Peter's shoulders, her waist and knees were embraced by him, and she was taller than him at this moment.

The little spider not only supports the whole body weight, but also bends slightly at the waist, but stands very steady. Looking up at her, she is a little nervous and pretends to have a very slow smile: "Hold me up, do you want to hold her again?" Add a raise?"

Sylvia looked down at him, reacted after being stunned, and let out a not-so-obvious snort from her throat: "Where did you learn to hold it high? Mr. Parker..."

Peter suddenly felt that the spider sensor was going to ring!

The desire to survive made him struggle: "Uh...bilibili?"

The girl's hand supporting his shoulders suddenly let go, moved to the sides of his cheeks, and poked his flying little broken eyebrow with a finger: "Then let me teach you, you shouldn't hold it high at this time..."

Before the person under her could ask "Then what should I do at this time", she relied on him to support herself, let go of her elbows, and lowered her head.

A generous "chirp".

Then she leaned over him and looked at him with a smile.

Oh, why is the little spider so good.Sylvia thought.

She has the power of a boyfriend and is friendly, so it can be said that she is very profitable!

The booing teenagers on the opposite side of the street immediately howled like little wolf dogs. If it weren't for the fact that it was night and there were not many pedestrians on the road, Peter would still be because of the sudden touch and temperature on his lips.

Just a little silly fufu.The girl continued to think.

It's okay, let her, an old driver, take him!

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and "tweeted" again.

...Then the old driver overturned.

Although it was still teeth touching teeth and occasionally nose tip, but compared to the horrible confession kiss at noon, the little spider's performance can be said to have improved rapidly.

Sylvia's old driver's skin was only put on for a second before she was overtaken by the new driver, classmate Peter Parker.

……

"My goodness……"

"What's going on..."

"You pinched me?!"

"What Gotham Man said is true?!"

"..."

The noisy exclamation did not attract the attention of Sylvia and Peter at first, until the surprisingly familiar title of "Gotham Man" was called out, and the two subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The group of young people who were booing across the street were running towards them, their eyes were surprised and burning—but this extraordinary burning was obviously not because of seeing someone kissing.

Sylvia kicked her legs twice, and Peter put her back on the ground.

In this gap, those hip-hop youths have already rushed to this side, towards the window behind them...

Peter pulled Sylvia aside to avoid passers-by who didn't know why they turned into pit bulls.

"...Gotham's prophecy has been confirmed! A lightning boy in a red uniform appeared in Central City! This reporter is exclusively tracking, I am reporter Barbara, and my partner photographer Allen is using the camera to capture the identity of the doomsday prophecy. Mysterious future new hero..."

Dozens of large and small TVs are broadcasting news from different channels behind the window where Sylvia and Peter were standing before. At this moment, various channels are inserting the same information.

I saw that the picture is from an aerial perspective, looking down from the high night sky, the dark buildings in the central city form densely packed square blocks, a red figure accompanied by crackling lightning, like a touch of light particles moving at high speed, Shuttle among those densely packed alleys.

——If it wasn't for aerial photography, ordinary photography wouldn't even be able to capture the tail of the red lightning bolt.

"Damn it! Lightning has already chosen its successor! Who the hell is it?!" The young man who was booing earlier pressed his hands on the window glass, punched it down in frustration, and was scolded by the clerk.

Another young passer-by said: "I'm a member of [Lightning Superhero Reserve]! I haven't heard of any super lightning recently? I go to every big tracking operation!"

Sylvia: ...It seems like an alumnus.

"What is he doing? Running around in Central City?" asked an uncle who was attracted by the noise here.

"It seems to be catching someone..." A red-haired girl lowered her head and swiped her phone, "Oh, I found a super high-resolution picture on the Internet! Let's take a look at the identity of the Flash... Oh, why is it so vague? The agreed super-high resolution How come you can only see a ball of red?"

Her companion came over and took a look: "Your picture is super clear, other people can't even take a picture of the red, okay?"

"...Do you think he really has the speed of lightning? My God, this kind of heaven-defying ability makes me want to be his fan..."

There were many people who agreed, and even the cars on the road stopped to look at it.

In fact, not only in Queens, but in other places as long as there is TV and the Internet, there are various similar "The Prophet's Prophecy is Proven, Is the Birth of a New Hero a blessing or a curse?" ! ","Shock!Lightning actually did this kind of thing to him...", "The comparison of the credibility of the 2012 doomsday prophecy and Gotham's mirror image prophecy, the latter kills the former instantly! "... News like this began to blow out this evening.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a weak voice suddenly overwhelmed everyone's discussion:

"If [The Flash] is true, then the prophesied Purple..."

"..."

"..."

……

Peter stared at the screen at the end of the crowd for a moment.

He turned to look at Sylvia, tapped his finger on the screen, and tapped her again, with a questioning expression on his face.

The girl who was still in the surprise of "The Flash appeared?!" recovered, nodded, and signaled him and her to walk away from the crowd.

The two of them bypassed the congested street and walked to another street without a display screen, where the street lights flickered dimly.

"He looks faster than Quicksilver." Peter said with a suppressed voice, looking around and seeing no one.

"He is indeed faster than Kuaiyin." Sylvia also lowered her voice, "It is estimated that it is not his maximum speed now, it stands to reason that his speed can reach countless times the speed of light, and it can also penetrate objects and even barriers between parallel universes , defying almost all laws of physics..."

Peter: "...wow."

Peter: "The coffins of Galileo and Newton are about to overwhelm..."

Sylvia thought for a while and added: "...Of course I'm not sure, it might not reach this level."

After all, she didn't know whether the Flash that appeared in the TV series or the movie version of Justice League—although Flash should be the movie version according to the appearance of Master and Super, but what if.

So don't talk too much.

"It's great now." Peter said while unconsciously licking his lips, "The more capable people there are, the greater the hope."

—he was talking about hope against Thanos.

Sylvia forced herself to tear her gaze away from Peter's licked lips, while suppressing embarrassment and speaking as naturally as possible:

"The situation is much better than what I saw in another world. After all, I didn't see mutants and superheroes standing on the side, nor did I see Superman and Batman intervene."

Compared with only the Avengers against Thanos, the team with Professor X, Magneto, Superman, Batman and other big names is not only a "several times" increase, it is simply a "several times" increase on the original basis power.

Peter thought Sylvia meant that she "foresaw" a situation where mutants and Avengers weren't working together, and neither was Superman and Batman.

Knowing that he misunderstood, the girl did not explain.

She can't say because it's not a copyright_(:зゝ∠)_

"Buzz..."

The phone vibrated twice.

Sylvia took out her mobile phone, and suddenly realized that just as she thought about copyright, the boss of DC sent her a message.

Bruce Wayne's phone number was given to her by the other party when they met in Gotham last time, and Sylvia's note to Baby Bruce was "Master Meow"...

She will definitely not let the master see this note :)

Uncle Meow: "His name.——BW"

Sylvia read the notes and secretly circled her cuteness, and at the same time typed back a text message very neatly:

"Barry Allen. - SS"

Flash!farewell!

_(:зゝ∠)_

The author has something to say:

Thea: What is ethics?There is no integrity in front of the cat owner! _(:зゝ∠)_

Peter: Thea is right! _(:зゝ∠)_