The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

When this voice suddenly sounded in the room, Fiona was really taken aback.The League of Assassins didn't have such high-tech things. They even used catapults and cannon barrels that rotated to shoot arrows to defend against foreign enemies.But there are many such things in the books she reads. There is a sentence that can sum up her situation very well. She has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run. This is probably artificial intelligence.But if you know it, you know it, if there is an individual voice suddenly sounding under the premise that there is only one living person in an obvious room, everyone will be shocked:

"Excuse me, are you...?"

"My name is Jarvis, Miss Petrova, and I'm Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence." The voice asked politely:

"May I ask what help you need?"

Fiona tried to ask: "Hello, Jarvis, may I ask now..." She paused, and chose a more decent verb, instead of directly saying "upside down" and "sticking" and other straightforward words. Words can be regarded as saving some face for Peter:

"Is that Spider-Man on the outside wall a member of the Avengers?"

The word Jarvis humanly chose for her also pauses: "...strictly speaking, not yet, Mister Spider-Man is just a trainee member of the Avengers right now."

Fiona was relieved after hearing the answer "Not yet", which is equivalent to admitting that Spider-Man is a member of the Avengers, otherwise, without the permission of the owner of the building, people she doesn't know will be put in at will Also very rude:

"Excuse me, Jarvis, can you open the window for me? Where's Daria from Bentiva? Where's Zatanna?"

——When she was living alone before, she never had any feeling of wanting to rely on others. Even when facing the sharp knife stabbing at her at the critical moment of life and death, her heart was just empty She didn't have any revolving doors before she died, or any great enlightenment in life, and no one could even think about it. She could only recall the countless cold mornings and lonely dusks she had seen alone over the years of the Assassin's League.

But now it's different.After truly feeling the fact that "I am still protected by the love of my parents", she subconsciously relied on those who provided her with help.Strictly speaking, everyone has contributed to saving her from the League of Assassins, but the ones who resonate with her the most, are of the same gender, and allow her to let go of her psychological guard and rely on them are Dahlia and Zha. Tana is gone.

"Of course, Miss." Jarvis answered the questions in an orderly manner according to the order she asked:

"Miss Zatara has returned to her place to be stationed. It is estimated that the next visit here will be a week later. The circuit is blocked and cannot be transferred; Ms. Daria's US visa is about to expire, and she is on the way to renew it. It is estimated that You will return to the building in 5 minutes, do you need me to connect her for you?"

"No, thank you." Fiona finished thanking, and finally managed to free herself from the quilt.If it weren't for the air humidifier inside the Stark Tower still working diligently, with her struggling posture, coupled with the thick coral fleece pajamas she was wearing, I'm afraid she would have succeeded in using friction to generate electricity. This principle blew herself into a ball.

Jarvis had raised the glass window, and Peter jumped in two or three times, bringing in a little fresh air from outside.Unlike the cold wind that swept across the entire United States and connected to the Eurasian continent before, the air outside now has a sense of spring warmth. If you sniff it carefully, you can even feel the unique fragrance of rejuvenated vegetation in the air.

Fiona tilted her head slightly distressed, looked at Peter in front of her, and didn't know where to start the topic for a while, she told him straight to the point, in fact, his vest had never been successfully put on from the beginning , or remind him tactfully, "Peter, the takeaway box in your hand will soon be unable to hold up"?

However, her distress seemed to be completely understood by the young man in front of her, and she went in a completely different direction.Peter's face turned red immediately, and he stammered to explain.When he speaks, he has the clearness and vitality unique to young people, and there is also a little milky voice that has not completely faded due to his age. When he is nervous, this characteristic is especially obvious: "I , I just passed by unintentionally... let's go!"

In fact, he originally wanted to leave quickly so that he could change clothes in the empty room next to him.Once you have freed yourself from this secret identity, from "Neighborhood Spider-Man in New York" to "Peter Parker", you can take the cake you bought along the way out of the take-out box, with his specially prepared packaging Paper, take it to visit the doctor.

Everything would have been perfect, if he hadn't been stripped of his vest the first time he met Fiona as "Peter Parker".

Fiona's senses are so acute that if she ever gets along with a superhero's true identity, and that person happens to come into close contact with her in a suit and a mask shortly afterwards, she'll be able to tell the truth in a matter of minutes. The man's vest was peeled off.But her senses are sharp, and if she often concentrates too much, it will be very tiring, and it will consume a lot of mental power, and everyone's mental power is limited, so there is no need to spend it on these things, so she Generally, it is not easy to find something to do such a troublesome thing.In addition, she does not have the ability to remember everyone she has come into contact with, so if she wants to lose the horse in seconds with Fiona, two conditions must be met:

First, I have had close contact with her both as an ordinary person and as a superhero; second, the time difference between the two cannot exceed twelve hours.

This condition can be said to be very harsh, but so far, Peter is the only one who has tried Fiona's vest-snipping speed through personal experience, and this can be regarded as the chosen one to a certain extent.

"Peter." Fiona sighed helplessly, and decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I already knew that Spider-Man was you, but I never told you, sorry."

Peter, who was still racking his brains to find an excuse to leave the cross-dressing, immediately opened his eyes wide, and the change in size of the white eyes on his battle suit has already vividly expressed his surprise:

"……How did you know?!"

The two looked at each other, and for a moment a terrible, suffocating silence filled the air again.After thinking about it, Fiona decided to tell the truth again:

"Probably because I'm a little scared of spiders?"

—— Critical strike x2.

Although this explanation is logically sound, it didn't make Peter happy, but made him even more depressed.After knowing that Fiona had actually learned the truth, he didn't bother to hide his identity anymore. After handing the takeaway box to Fiona, he took off his hood, revealing his hair. With the slightly damp brown curly hair and those bright and vibrant eyes, he asked cautiously:

"I brought you a cake. I didn't want to disturb you and give you a little surprise... Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I wouldn't say 'woke up'." Fiona was quite distressed. She really didn't know how to explain this feeling to others. After all, Peter was at best a person affected by the mutant spider gene. His essence is still human, but some small details have changed. It can't be said to be scary, but it definitely doesn't give people a good feeling.This kind of feeling is undetectable to ordinary people, and it is very obvious in terms of spirit and perception. If there is a psychic next to Fiona at this time, everyone will see it with "eyes outside the eyes". Those who are familiar with things will definitely be able to easily understand what Fiona wants to express:

Like a light on the back, like a thorn in the throat.

But now she really can't find the exact words to express her feelings.And in the next second, whatever you say will work, and whoever you say will arrive. Daria finally came back. She just came back from a trip with a fresh and pleasant atmosphere. It seems that it is really spring. At last, the long and harsh winter has finally withdrawn its cold tentacles from every corner of the reinforced concrete:

"Fioshka, someone wants to see you outside, do you want to go and see—who is this?!"

Fiona: ...I am so moved that finally I have a colleague in the psychic sense who can share with me the feeling that everything is wrong when facing Peter.

She thought about it, and explained to Darya sincerely:

"It's a snack delivery friend who works part-time with me."

Dahlia: ...your cake is so well-done.I'd love to have a bite of this steaming hot cake brought to you by Spider-Man himself in a high-tech suit over what should have been a three-ten-minute drive.

Fiona looked at the cake box, then at Daria, and sent an invitation to Daria knowingly:

"Then do you want to eat cake with me later?"

"Actually, you can do it now." Dahlia replied quickly: "Anyway, those who are waiting outside are not important people, so let them wait."

Fiona was at first a little uneasy about having someone else waiting outside for her. She stood where she was, twisting the corners of her clothes, when Dahlia added:

"The United States Ministry of Magic has been doing nothing for years."

She played with the fork in her hand, and looked at Peter, who was still standing there blankly, with a half-smile. Peter trembled all over, feeling a sense of secrecy as if everything in his mind had been seen through at a glance.And Daria's age is there, although there are no obvious wrinkles on her face, but her aura is there, and her biological daughter is not young, so that the kind of "being picked on by the elders" "The feeling became more and more obvious.

This feeling made Peter blushed quickly in embarrassment. He didn't dare to look at Fiona more, so he hurriedly said goodbye and fled through the window. Dahlia stabbed the cake with a fork leisurely. Conversely, finish speaking slowly.She spoke with an inexplicable power, just like the kind Fiona would unconsciously bring out when she urgently asked others about something. Everything the speaker says:

"According to the U.S. citizenship law, anyone who is born on U.S. soil automatically becomes a U.S. citizen. According to this principle, you should be an American now. Even if you have dual citizenship, you should also be a U.S.-Norwegian dual citizen. Why did you later Will your nationality be transferred to the irrelevant Middle East?

Fiona thought for a while: "It is said that my mother entrusted me there...Daria, I would like to ask, since my mother is good at prophecy, and she has obtained actual collective prophecies from her companions, My father is still a student of Bentiwa, so why did they entrust me there?"

"'Collective prophecy'?" Dalia was taken aback, and muttered to herself: "...Could it be the 'Golden Dawn'? Only they can do it."

The organization's name means a lot.Among psychics, the popularity, credibility, and power of the Golden Dawn Mystical Society are almost equal to the significance of the Justice League or the Avengers to this blue planet.To be cautious, she had to ask Fiona some more detailed questions, such as what kind of scene she saw in the dream and what the original words were in the dream, so that when she returned to Bentiwa, she could Let Martha, who specializes in dreams, interpret Fiona's dreams.

"Fioshka." After Daria finished asking the question she wanted to ask, she stroked Fiona's hair and said earnestly:

"Although in terms of love, you were indeed entrusted by your mother, in the sense of psychics, as long as a promise is made and the other party accepts it, it will be established. This promise cannot be broken, nor can it be broken." It can be broken at will. But no matter how indestructible, firm and unshakable this contract is in the spiritual world, the program in the material world is indispensable."

"That is to say, even if you are really the Assassin League entrusted by Fidelis, you still have to go through the order of international conversion, not to mention that there must be something wrong with this entrustment?"

——Just when they both fell into the investigation of Fiona's life experience, the last batch of informants from the United States Ministry of Magic finally arrived late.