You have to cosplay even if you die!

The position of the sun sinking below the sea level is not important on this small island. The huge bonfire made of logs seems to be the center of light, driving the entire lively atmosphere on the island.

There is nothing wrong with Tony's battle plan for Perinoa and Wanda, not just to reassure the girls-he did prepare such a carnival holiday to welcome the heroes' triumphant return.

In order to ensure that the whole party will not be disturbed, Tony even directly booked a small island around the Hawaiian Islands. The golden sandy beach and blue sea water on the island are full of a romantic holiday atmosphere. Alluring aroma.

"Even if you can't capture that guy alive, but for us we wiped out another HYDRA combat base in West Africa, let's drink!" Tony was drunk, and Falcon and Colonel Rhodes who was temporarily pulled over They hooked their shoulders together, even changed into the big local pants, and walked barefoot on the beach.

"Watch out for your tummy." Steve, who wasn't drunk, gulped it down provocatively, a rare indulgence, and he certainly wouldn't disappoint his friends.

"Listen to this, won't your conscience ache?!" Tony grumbled and complained, but slapped his belly very seriously, "Stark's little belly is also a charming little belly—hey, You took them all over, so I don't have a belly! This is the abs I have worked so hard to develop!"

Speaking of which, Tony flicked up his shirt, and actually wanted to take off his shirt in the same gold and red color, so that everyone can see his hard-won abs.

Steve quickly pressed his hand and turned his head to the other side of the beach: "Pay attention to my nephew, there are girls over there."

It seems that the elder nephew's stalk will not pass in a short time.

"Where? Where? My hula babes made you stop—"

"I think you're really drunk—"

"Give me back my hula babies!"

"..."

Compared with the atmosphere of the straight men who drink heavily and eat barbecue here, the girls here are of course much more elegant and decent!

Both Natasha and Wanda put on sexy bikinis, and sat generously on the deck chairs beside the beach. Occasionally, when the tide surged up, their white ankles could not be covered by waves, and their toes kissed the rough sand. After washing away, only the bright and clean fine sand is left.

There was a narrow and long scar on the graceful and moving body, Natasha would never have exposed it in front of people on a normal day - but surrounded by two little girls, she still smiled helplessly, pursed her lips and walked into the dressing room.

Then when she came out of the dressing room, Natasha looked at the two girls amusedly compared her thumbs and covered her nose pretendingly.

"Sweetie, this swimsuit of yours——" Natasha looked at Perinoya, who was standing upright, and tugged at the neat row of ruffles beside her bar, "To be honest, how much is it?" I bought it at the age of [-]? Huh?"

A shy blush soon bloomed on Perinoa's fair skin.

"I guess 12 years old?" Wanda's big red bikini is the same as Natasha's, one is black and the other is red. They are like the two most proud roses on the beach.

"Ten years old?" Natasha touched her chin and laughed, hooked Perinoa's shoulder, and even slapped her buttocks, "Come on, I have an extra set of bikinis at my place, the three of us Everyone wears the same style."

Perinoa glanced at Natasha, who could not be refuted, and then at Wanda, who was watching the show, her face became as red as her brilliant red hair.

So when Peter came out of the beach house still wearing his combat uniform, he saw another white lily picking up a beach volleyball on the beach.

When Peter touched his nose, he was really thankful that he was still wearing a mask-otherwise he would be so embarrassed!

"Who wants to play beach volleyball? Two against two, three against one." Natasha tossed the volleyball into the sky, "Our little boy?"

Peter, who was dangling between the streetlights, caught the volleyball thrown towards him with the spider web that never left his wrist. Tony and Steve heard the movement here and looked over together.

"How long has he been like this?" Steve looked at the beautiful landscape where the teams had been divided up and started fighting back and forth, and he still focused on Peter who was jumping up and down in the audience, "Perhaps you can teach him how to stabilize the group. situation... I don't want to see them parting ways in the future because of some unnecessary conflicts."

"That's because he still can't figure it out." Tony's gaze was not as pure as Steve's, "What can I say? If the young man can't even pass this test, why should Dad teach him by hand?" How does he flirt with a girl? Is this girl my flirt or his flirt? "

"Actually, shouldn't we pay more attention to her..."

The elusive phantom suddenly joined the conversation, the gemstone on his forehead lit up, and his eyes pointed directly at Pai Renuoya.

Tony patted his small chest, and Steve held his forehead. Although he was not frightened, such a surprise was obviously not friendly to the heart of the elderly.

"I can feel that she suppressed a lot of things after the mission. Maybe you can look at this data of mood swings."

Like an electrocardiogram, the jumping line fluctuated quite high. Tony pulled it over and glanced at it, and realized that the calming line behind it was the effect of the medicine in the girl's wrist.

"She does have some abnormalities..." Steve thought.

Neither seemed to realize what the problem was.Steve, who had been on the battlefield and could not think about the death of the enemy, or even the death of his comrades, was stuck at the point of discovering the problem because he recognized his true heart very early on, and he He didn't become a soldier just to kill people. From the beginning, he just wanted to do what he thought was right, and he would go through fire and water for it.

And Tony is at the other extreme. Since he took over Stark Industries, he has indirectly shouldered the extra lives of all the weapons produced by Stark—even if this is not fair, but later , Tony knows better what to do is right, and he is truly taking on the responsibilities he needs to take.

Natasha may have noticed the abnormality of Perinoa, but she may not be as enthusiastic as she seems on the surface after being trained as an agent - her code name is Black Widow, and what she thinks she should do is to Letting Perinoya get out of it by herself is the way with the least sequelae.

As for Wanda and Spider-Man? emmmmm, both of them are just older kids themselves.

"What's the matter, our Miss Mystery, why don't you celebrate our victory?" Peter sweated profusely and defeated the combination of Natasha and Wanda by one goal. A chance to show off in front of the girl you like.

Holding their booty - a very rich tropical fruit platter, they happily walked in front of Perinoa: "To the most beautiful you today~"

"..." Perinoa took a piece of pineapple that had been forked with a fruit fork, and was absent-minded for a while.

"Hmmm! Uncle Falcon's bonfire grilled fish smells really good!" Peter shrugged his nose, and hurriedly moved to the side of Falcon who was shouldering the burden of grilling.

Sam grinned and handed the little boy one of the largest grilled fish.

"Honey! Cumin! And the most beautiful taste in the world!" Peter brushed the seasoning brush very carefully, not only brushing the sauce evenly on both sides of the grilled fish, but also happily using the seasoning brush he could think of. All jokes to make his girl happy, "Hey, if only the Powerpuff Girls could be created, then we could have three more people on shifts, and New York would be safer."

"Hmm, Frankenstein thinks so too." Sam chewed the dog food that was stuffed in his mouth, and complained sharply.

"Hey! Miss Mystery, come and take care of him! ... Or use the flames of that day to freeze the bonfire here again! I think it's good!"

I don't know why everyone just added "YouKnow" mysteriously before calling this title, so that they almost changed Parinoa's code name from "MissWho" to "YouKnowWho".

"..."

The full fruit plate was accidentally knocked over on the ground.

"Sorry...uh, I think I might have to go back for a bit..."

Perinoa forced a smile and smiled at Peter, flustered and didn't know what to do with the mess on the ground, her squatted body quickly stopped in embarrassment like slow motion.

"Did I do something wrong?" Peter stood there anxiously, the words he had been brewing for a long time were accompanied by the helplessness like an abandoned puppy, which made him hold the sweet skewer in his hand tightly. fish.

Natasha hates iron but not steel: "Everything is wrong."

Tony, who seemed to have relieved his drink under the sweet and sour fruit tea specially provided on the island, came over, took the grilled fish in Peter's hand solemnly, and patted the little boy on the back: "If I were you, now Just go after it."

"The problem she encountered needs you very much now, Peter." The captain also received his gaze, so he gave Peter an encouraging look: "Tony is right, let's catch up."

So Peter woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He stomped the ground and forgot that he still had spider silk to use. His two calves ran fast and disappeared in the tropical jungle path of the island.

"It seems that our two children can grow up a bit?"

"Grow up a bit... aren't you still a child?"

"Give me half of the grilled fish you snatched."

"...Oh, captain, can't you see it?!"

Scattered fireflies dotted the jungle like stray sparks. Perinoa was tired after running for a while, so she just sat down. warmth.

It was clearly tropical, but recalling the hurricane-like energy storm, Perinoa only felt herself trembling.

The back of a hero is always covered in blood and death... She seems to be starting to understand the true meaning of this sentence, and it is no longer a boring argument of some conspiracy theorist with ulterior motives.

"I've never been super-English, this is simply a dream..." she muttered to herself.

It might seem like a no-brainer to attribute the death of that poor mayoral candidate in Gotham Night Fire to the crimes of a psychotic villain, or to see Rumlow's death as his own suicide.

If anyone can discover the abnormality of the building that day, and even the death game earlier, who can reverse the effect of time and directly reverse the energy of the explosion back to the original state...

Does that mean these people don't have to die?

It's not like in the fairy tales, the super villain is defeated, and the world has returned to peace.

"...Parinoia." Peter deliberately went around and waited for the girl, but he waited and waited in front of the villa, stretching his neck, but he didn't wait for her.

So he ran anxiously again, and this time he finally remembered to use the spider silk.

Hanging upside down from the slender street lamp, Perinoa only felt a shadow of panic shrouded in it. She hurriedly looked up and saw Peter who was watching her nervously.

"This world needs more heroes, and what it needs is you." She lowered her head and asked puzzledly, as if she was asking herself, "Is there any way to stop myself from thinking too much, Spider-Man? It's like the last time you In the bank robbery you encountered, three hostages were already dead in the entire bank lobby when you rushed there, what do you think?"

The rescued people would say thank you to him, and some family members of the deceased might look at him angrily. Peter thought that he might have understood what the girl was worrying about.

"What I was thinking was, a gang of robbers finally got caught! Hey what a perfect pun, 'caught' and caught, you get the idea~"

"..."

The girl was not amused by him at all, and even felt that there was no fluctuation in her heart.This made Peter's eyes blurred all of a sudden.

"Today is a celebration banquet, so be happy! But you must tell me...the greater our ability, the greater our responsibility. I regret something that happened once, but if time turns back However, at that time, I couldn’t comprehend this sentence no matter what.”

Perinoa moved her ears, and deep thought flashed in her green eyes, which smudged her eyes into dark green.

The greater the ability... She seems to understand something.

"Listen, Wanda told me about the mission. You did a great job at that time. Cap and Tony think you made the right choice!" Peter lowered his voice, "As for making you unhappy just now It's all my fault - I shouldn't, uh, I shouldn't what QAQ?"

Perinoa felt her nose sore when she heard that Spider-Man casually took the blame on her, and wanted to laugh again.

"It's nothing to do with you, really nothing to do."

Perinoa felt that she suddenly became bold, so she raised her head and hooked Peter's chin.

"So, would you like to give me a kiss?"

Although Peter didn't know why things had developed to this point all of a sudden, his body still consciously followed his innermost thoughts, and silently lowered the height to an appropriate level.

"Let's talk about it first..." Peter lifted a corner of his mask, hesitated, and took off his entire hood, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you... I kept it from you for so long... I really have to say I'm sorry."

"Do you think I really don't know..."

The rest of the mumbling words disappeared in the soft touch of the corners of the lips, and Peter felt his brain go blank all of a sudden.

Hey!This was his first kiss!

From the completely green and passive movements of the little boy, Parinoa, who looks like an old driver but is still an innocent girl inside, can completely read what he is thinking.

Really, it seems like no one is the same!

The author has something to say: *Parinoa's setting is the same as Tony's, but the thinking is generally biased toward idealization?It's as if Tony created Ultron and wanted to protect the world in one fell swoop. Perinoa was simply infected here, and felt that if there was a stronger power, many things would be solved.

*Is there anything a kiss can't fix?If so, then...

QAQ, the cold has worsened and my throat is super sore. I haven’t written a single word in a day. Please rest assured that it is still alive in the manuscript box. It’s just that I may not be able to comment one by one in the near future. Bow