When a superhero becomes a stickman

"Sweety, I'm not against you having a last meal to celebrate, it's just that the car you're riding in doesn't have a complete weapon protection system. It's dangerous for you to sit in that car, understand?"

Tony's rambling voice was drowned in the sound of party music.

Adele stood helplessly in front of the women's restroom with her cell phone in her hand. The sound of music not far away made her a little uncomfortable, but she could only say in vain to the phone: "But these people must be there after graduating from high school." Have a party, we'll be a joke if we escape early."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in Tony's voice: "Who dares to laugh at the heir of the Stark family?"

At this time, a few girls came out of the toilet, looked at Adele and said with a mocking smile: "My parents' good girl, huh?"

Adele adjusted the goggles on her face, and looked at those guys whose names and genders she could only recognize with hatred.

She said helplessly, "I'll be back soon, so don't worry Daddy, I'll catch the plane to Gotham."

As she was speaking, she leaned her shoulders on the window and looked outside with some irritability.

A man in black was standing under a street lamp, looking up at her.

Adele didn't see who he was for a while, but when she looked closely, that person had disappeared.

Tony's angry voice rang on the phone: "Adele, you have to get in the car before midnight and ask Jarvis to take you to the airport, remember?"

Adele responded a few times and hung up the phone.

Boring prom, boring high school friends.

After graduating with great difficulty, there is no way to get rid of this group of guys who can only serve as cannon fodder in superhero movies.

Adele put on a happy expression as much as possible and went back to the ball, only to find that Harry was being scrambled to dance by several girls, and Peter was sitting pitifully in the corner, holding an empty glass in his hand.

So Adele sat down beside Peter.

In fact, before going out today, she was trying to put on makeup, but just after putting on the lipstick, she found that something was wrong, and a piece of fresh lips fell off her face, which scared Adele almost fainted.

The mouth was still in the little box in her pocket, chattering endlessly.

Peter waved the cup in his hand at her, and smiled with an unlucky look.

Adele said: "Don't you have something to drink? Why an empty glass?"

Peter: "...because all I can get is an empty glass."

In order to demonstrate to Adele, he stood up and went to the table with wine bottles, but suddenly saw a group of people swarming up, laughing and taking away all the wine and food on the table, leaving only Peter facing the empty table. The table shrugged helplessly.

Adele looked at him helplessly, waved to him, and whispered, "I'll show you something interesting."

She took a little box out of her pocket and opened it to show Peter.

A red lip was lying in the box, and when the box was opened, a wave of nonsense poured out: "Oh thank goodness, has someone finally opened the damn lid? That's so good, this one sucks I can't breathe... Hey, are you the legendary Peter Parker, the little prince who sprays spider silk? Haha, where did my bald-headed professor hear about you..."

Peter: "...this is? Lips?"

Adele shrugged helplessly: "I don't know where it came from. I put on lipstick and it came out today, and it has a male voice, so scary."

Peter: "...a lot of nonsense."

The mouth opened again, and nonsense poured out like a garbage truck dumping garbage: "Every part of a person has to go somewhere? They sewed my mouth shut, and my mouth appeared here, by the way Sentence, the rest of my body is lying in the lab right now."

Peter: "...This thing has a lot of imagination. Wouldn't it be too tiring for you to draw this thing?"

The lips opened again, and he said incessantly: "Actually, I am more tired. After all, my body and my mouth have gone to different places. I have to coordinate these two parts at the same time—hey, don't you Is there a reception? Is there anything I can drink?"

Adele looked at the mouth that was talking endlessly with a headache: "I think that after the thing was created, it was probably a living thing, so what wasted was not my life, but his own."

The mouth opened again: "Did I smell whiskey just now? Is it whiskey? Yes, it's whiskey! The one with the box, would you mind pouring me a glass of whiskey?"

Adele couldn't bear his noise anymore, and closed the lid directly: "...I always make a lot of weird things recently, I hope these won't happen again in Gotham. "

Well, especially with this kind of mouth that can't do anything but talk nonsense, it's better not to happen again.

Peter looked up at the clock above his head: "It will be twelve o'clock soon, Aunt May should be worried, I have to go first."

As he spoke, he waved his hand at Adele: "I wish Mr. Stark and that...Mr. What in Gotham a pleasant discussion."

Adele: "..."

The nerd ran away anyway.

Harry, who had been surrounded all night, finally had time, walked up to her quite contentedly, and held out his hand to her: "Would you mind dancing with me, miss?"

The mouth in Adele's pocket started talking nonsense again: "Who is this brat, he sounds like a playboy, little girl, don't go dancing with this kind of person, be careful of being abducted home."

Adele said in a low voice: "I'm just curious, how did you hear someone speak when you opened your mouth?"

The lips in the pocket continued to talk nonsense: "Since you think it's strange for a lip to speak, then you can just draw me eyes, nose, mouth, and body, lest they put that steel needle in my body, or you will bring me out completely Well, this lab is really annoying... wait a minute, don't you have a midnight flight?"

It stands to reason that she was on Tony's private jet, and even if she was late, the pilot would wait for her, but as an adopted daughter, it's not good to just play Missy like this, so she just shook her head and rejected Harry's invitation: "I have to go, Harry. I'm going to Gotham, you dance with some other girl."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed out a stiff smile and walked out the door.

Harry felt ashamed at first, but after drinking, he immediately realized that he might not see Adele for a long time, so he immediately squeezed out from the group of girls, trying to catch up with Adele, far away Shouted: "Adele!"

Adele strode along, almost annoyed by the guy in her pocket.

"I said, little guy, you can't keep me locked in here. It's very stuffy in here, and I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of being stuffed inside."

Adele: "Hehe, if I didn't bring an eraser, I would wipe you right now."

The alley outside was very quiet, and Harry chased after him, shouting out of breath, "Adele?"

After Adele and the lips in her pocket were angry for a long time, she finally realized that Harry was chasing him, and then stopped, waved to him from a distance, and said, "I'm going first! I'll meet you next time when I return to New York." You dance together!"

The mouth in the pocket continued to talk nonsense: "It's okay, don't make promises. Making promises is always dangerous. For example, you may die on the plane flying to Gotham. It's always like this in movies."

Adele gritted her teeth: "For a second, even for a second, can you let me be quiet for a while?"

Harry shouted to her from a distance: "Then it's settled, when you come back from Gotham, let's go dancing!"

Before Adele could answer him, she heard her lips say: "Girls, don't stand in the alley for a long time—"

She was suddenly covered by someone, Adele struggled a bit, and was dragged into the shadows.

Harry on the opposite side was obviously taken aback, not sure if he was dazzled by too much alcohol, so he hurried over: "Adele?"

The steel arm was so strong that it strangled her throat, and a man's voice rang in her ears: "It's none of your business, so if you don't scream, I won't kill you."

The lips in the pocket continued to talk nonsense: "...I also advise you not to talk nonsense."

The strength in the man's hand was so great that he almost crushed her throat. The cold mechanical arm strangled her tightly. He took out a piece of paper with the human hand and compared it with the photo on it: "Adele, is that you?"

There was almost no temperature in the cold voice.

Harry's anxious footsteps approached, and his eager voice sounded in the empty night: "Adele? Stop making trouble, come out!"

Adele was covered by someone, and she hid in the dark. Harry just glanced over there, but didn't see them, so he stumbled and ran away.

The lips in the pocket continued to talk nonsense: "Look, I said it a long time ago."

Adele was almost mad at him: "Shut up."

Lips in the Pocket: "You should be glad you have me as an ally."

Adele: "..."

The other party stretched out his hand to her: "Hand over your phone, don't force me to search you."

Adele obediently took out her mobile phone, then watched him throw it on the ground and smash it with a single shot.

The other party dragged her roughly, put her on a nearby motorcycle, shot and smashed a nearby camera, stepped on the motorcycle, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you wearing goggles on your face? "

Adele nodded blankly.

"That's good, wear it firmly."

After finishing speaking, he took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Adele's hands with a click.

"Adele Lindbergh, Tony Stark's only weakness. How much do you think you are worth?"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow I will be the third shifter, you guys understand it, right?