The next day, morning.

Happy walked to the door of Peter's room, reached out and knocked a few times, and waited for him to open the door.

For a long time, there was no response inside.

Happy frowned slightly and knocked on the door again.

Still, no response.

Did this kid run away with his battle suit?

Happy raised his hand, and was about to knock on the door, when the door creaked open. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, what's going on with you?"

Inside the door, Peter, who was holding the door, had messy hair, pale face, blue shadows under his eyes, and bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He nodded weakly at Happy, and said, "Good morning, Happy."

Happy pushed open the door, walked in, and asked, "You didn't catch monsters last night, did you?"

Peter shook his head and said, "No, I haven't. To be honest, I haven't caught monsters for a long time. New York is very quiet recently. At least those monsters are quiet, and they haven't done anything to endanger people's lives."

Happy walked to Peter's desk, reached out and patted the silver box he put on it, and asked, "Have you put it in yet?"

Peter scratched his scalp in annoyance, and said, "Uh...Happy, I want to explain this to you, can you listen to me?"

"Then it's not put in!" Happy nodded and said, "I have other things to do, hurry up, take out the suit and put it in, that's it, a very simple thing, isn't it Is it?" He tapped his finger on the box, "For the sake of my poor blood pressure, let's cooperate!"

Peter laughed awkwardly, and said hesitantly: "Happy, listen to me, what...Actually, I...I really want to cooperate with you, but the problem now is..." He sighed deeply, " My battle suit turned into a butterfly and ran away!"

The room suddenly fell silent.

For a moment, Happy looked at Peter suspiciously and said, "What did you say?"

Peter spread his hands with a helpless expression, and said, "I said my suit turned into a butterfly and ran away. Really, I'm not joking with you. Just last night, it turned into a butterfly and ran away!"

"Aren't you awake yet? Peter." Happy began to look around his room, and then walked towards the closet where the battle suit was most likely to be hidden.

Peter watched Happy open his closet and said, "Look, I'm not lying, the suit really turned into a butterfly and ran away! I've been catching butterflies all night!"

Happy searched carefully, turned around, and said to Peter: "Well, since you insist on saying that, I can only tell Mr. Stark."

Peter sighed and said, "I know this is hard to believe, but what I say is true, you have to believe me, Happy, my suit really turned into a butterfly and ran away!" , he remembered last night after Rebecca turned her battle suit into a butterfly...

On the terrace, Peter pointed to the butterfly that had disappeared into the night, and said, "Return my battle suit!"

Rebecca looked at Peter and said innocently: "Well, of course, but the premise is...all the butterflies are needed."

Peter asked angrily, "Can't you call them back? You made them?"

"Uh, strictly speaking, those are butterflies transformed from your battle suit, and they have their own will." Rebecca said, "Don't worry, it's just a battle suit. At worst, I'll pay you for a better one." of!"

Peter hugged his head and said with a little breakdown: "Mr. Stark designed this for me, it's not just a battle suit in your mouth!" He looked at the vast night, jumped downstairs, and started his long butterfly catching the road.

"I don't care if you're lying or not. Anyway, I'm here to get the shirt. Since I haven't got it, I'll report the truth to Mr. Stark." Happy cast a sympathetic glance at Peter and walked out.

Peter chased it out and shouted: "Happy, Happy, wait, you have to help me tell Mr. Stark, I really didn't mean not to give the suit, last night it was turned into a butterfly and flew away, I Will try to catch all the butterflies and turn the suit back, really! I swear!"

Happy shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll pass it on for you."

Peter watched Happy's figure disappear down the stairwell, hiding his face.

"Hello, Peter?"

Peter put down his hands when he heard the sound, and seeing Rebecca standing by her door at some point, he asked, "Are you sure I've caught all the butterflies, so you can help me change the suit back?"

Rebecca nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, I promise, but why don't you accept my suggestion? I can compensate you with a higher-tech suit with more functions."

Peter shook his head and said in a low mood, "No, I don't want it!" Then he walked towards the stairs.

"Hey, where are you going?" Rebecca asked.

"Catch butterflies!" Peter replied, "It was too dark last night, and I didn't find any butterflies. Now is the time for butterflies to come out to eat the morning dew..."

Rebecca shrugged, closed the door gently, and followed Peter slowly.

The two went downstairs one after the other, and within a few steps, a man with silver-gray hair walked towards him. Peter was taken aback, Magneto?Why is he here again?

Rebecca was also taken aback, she twitched her mouth and said with a smile: "I said I wouldn't go with you, Dad!"

Eric Lanshere nodded, stared at Rebecca, and said flatly: "You are overthinking, child." After finishing speaking, he passed them into a room on the first floor.

Rebecca and Peter both turned their heads to watch him open the door to enter the room, and Peter said softly, "Hey, don't you think...he seems to live here? I mean, he lived here last night , the room he entered just now, if I remember correctly, is the room he lived in when he was being treated."

Rebecca asked, "Cure?"

Although Peter really wanted to catch butterflies right away, he still said patiently: "You probably don't know about this. At that time, he was injected with a potion by Hydra, and then turned into a child. I heard that the one with a particularly bad temper Kind of, I was not in school at that time, and I heard what Lucas said after I came back. It seems that not only him, but also Captain America was recruited. I saw him become a child with my own eyes. I guess Magneto is an old man. It’s about the same as the captain, a six-year-old boy? Later, his illness was cured, and he left immediately.”

Rebecca showed a regretful expression, and said softly: "Little boy? I really want to see what he looked like when he was a child! But, how can you be so sure that he didn't leave last night?"

Peter said proudly: "Because after he left Xavier, the professor didn't arrange for anyone to live in the room he lived in. Of course, we also have a lot of rooms here. But, have you seen it? At this time Good morning, he shouldn't have just arrived in Xavier, and, have you noticed? He changed a piece of clothes, not the one he wore last night. From this, I can infer that he may not have left last night, but stayed here !"

Rebecca remained silent, looked at the corridor for a long time, then turned her head and asked, "Don't you catch the butterflies while they are having breakfast?"

Peter patted himself on the head as if waking up from a dream, and said, "I'm going now!" Turning around, with an annoyed expression on his face, he realized for the first time that he had talked too much, butterflies!Don't fly away!He trotted down the corridor.

Rebecca watched Peter run faster and faster. In a few seconds, this guy jumped out of her sight. She turned her eyes and looked at the room Eric entered again. She clasped her hands behind her, revealing A look of indecision.

The author has something to say: I have a cold, and I have only finished coding until now. I have been waiting for a long time, everyone.

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