Hero Growth Manual [Comprehensive British and American]

Clark quietly brought home a homeless child who seemed to have lived in the last century and unexpectedly appeared on his farm for unknown reasons.

He briefly told his parents what happened to the child.

His father, Jonathan Kent, and mother, Martha Kent, were both very kind people. After hearing the tortuous and bizarre experience of the child, they quickly decided to keep her temporarily.

"Listen, Clark." Mr. Jonathan quietly called his son to a corner, patted his shoulder earnestly, and said in a deep voice, "You have to protect her well, and don't let other people know about it."

Regarding the sudden appearance of a little girl who seems to have lived in the last century at home, he didn't show too much panic. After all, he already had a son from an alien, but these obviously couldn't make other people know.

Clark nodded seriously to his father.

After making a promise to his father, he lowered his head and looked at himself as if he was no different from other people, and he couldn't see the powerful fingers at all. Then he turned his head involuntarily and looked at the person sitting on the sofa. The little girl being comforted by her mother repeatedly.

She is a cute and well-behaved child, so she was able to capture the hearts of her parents so quickly. Of course, there is also her own, Clark thought. It's really not easy for people like him.

The little girl's soft face was rubbing against Mrs. Martha's warm palm. She bent her eyes and softly whispered to the kind lady in front of her, "Thank you."

Mrs. Martha poured her a glass of milk just now, and specially made her a plate of sweet biscuits. Ayu liked the feeling of getting along with her very much, which made her unable to hold back her voice when talking with Mrs. Martha. Softened several tones.

Mrs. Martha was sitting on the sofa. Hearing this thank you with a milky voice, she couldn't help but look at the little girl beside her with softer eyes. She smiled softly and said softly, "You're welcome." She said , she looked up at Mr. Jonathan not far away.

"Are you and Clark free tomorrow? I think we'll have to go out and buy some new stuff."

Now that the little girl has been decided to stay, the family always needs to buy some new things for her. Among other things, the skirt on the little girl is still in the style of the last century. Although it is beautiful, it is obviously not suitable for use on the farm.

Mr. Jonathan nodded gently: "Of course."

Ayu is temporarily placed in the room next to Clark. The two rooms are almost identical. The most important thing is that they are very close. If Ayu needs help with anything, just knock on the wall and Clark can hear it.

Mrs. Martha went to prepare dinner, Mr. Jonathan was helping her in the kitchen, and Clark... After some exchanges, he planned to take Ayu upstairs to read his history textbook.

"Are they really in the book?" When walking up the stairs, Ayu suddenly turned her head and asked him, her eyes were wide open, one hand was still held by Clark, and the other was covered in surprise mouth.

Being printed in a book is still a long way off for her.

"Of course." Clark replied. In fact, there are very few teenagers like him who don't admire Captain America. Coincidentally, there is a little girl who lived with Captain America right now in front of him.

"What does he look like?" Clark couldn't help asking, "Is he like me?" As he spoke, he stretched out a fingertip curiously, "He can poke a hole in the floor with one finger."

No wonder Clark thinks this way, even in history books, Captain America is a god-like figure.

Unexpectedly, A Yu didn't nod immediately when he heard it, but instead froze for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "No, Steve is not as powerful as Clark."

"He's a bit thin, but he's a very nice person." Ayu didn't forget to pull Clark's finger, "Clark is also a very nice person."

"Not as good as me, a little thinner?" Clark looked surprised, "I thought he was the same as me, after all, in the book..." He stood on tiptoe and drew a very large distance, " He's this big."

"Is it so big, no." Ayu looked at him curiously, "The Steve I know is not so big."

"It seems that you know the captain before the experiment." Seeing the little girl's bewildered look, Clark suddenly thought of something and said clearly.

Because they were talking, the two had unknowingly arrived at Clark's door. It seemed that he really liked Steve, and even put a sticker of Captain America on the door.

Ayu tiptoed to poke the face of Captain America on the sticker, looking in surprise at the big, strong muscle on the chest of the person in the portrait, his voice stuttered a little: "It's... really so big."

Clark nodded: "He is a hero of the United States, because the situation of the war was very urgent at that time, he was the only one who could make the secret experiment successful, so he volunteered to participate in the experiment, and then became Captain America, and led us To victory."

"It's amazing." Realizing the admiration in Clark's voice, Ayu couldn't help but also praised, but she still looked very confused and didn't understand.

Clark looked at her a little older, couldn't help but smiled, pushed open the door to motion her in, and said gently, "Come on, I'll tell you something."

About half an hour later, there was a sudden burst of crying in Clark's room on the second floor of the Kent home, which was always warm and harmonious.

There was no sign of this cry, it sounded thin, it must not be their son, but a little girl.

Realizing this, the vegetable cutting knife in Mrs. Martha's hand was about to fly, and the vegetables Mr. Jonathan was washing suddenly fell down, and the couple ran to the second floor in an instant.

Clark was holding the little girl who was too soft for him at a loss. While hugging, he patted her back and comforted her non-stop.

"Don't be sad." He kept repeating, "It is said that the last phone call between Captain America and Agent Carter said that he never regretted it, but was very happy."

"He's a hero, and dying on the battlefield will make him happier than staying in Brooklyn day after day."

Clark softly comforted the little girl who had been crying out of control ever since she learned of Captain America's death, and her voice softened a lot: "As you said, he is willing to help others when he doesn't have that much power. , How can you turn a blind eye after he becomes powerful?"

He comforted in a low voice, and seeing the two heads quietly appearing at the door, they secretly put their fingers on their lips, made a hissing gesture, and signaled to the Kent couple who had caught up.

At this time, Mr. Jonathan and Mrs. Martha also understood what happened. The little girl was new here, and she must want to know the news of the people in her hometown. This kind of thing is unavoidable, so they nodded lightly and tiptoed downstairs. .

Clark poked the soft face of Xiaotuanzi in his arms, and suddenly thought of himself, feeling a little complicated: "The captain has such great power, and is willing to help others, so I have to be happy for him, if I..."

The boy's original gentle voice gradually became lower: "If I can be like him, people around me are willing to accept me and not treat me as a pregnancy. I think I will be willing when I have strength."

To help those in need unconditionally, he sighed softly, looking at the little girl in his arms who slowly raised her head, with red eyes, he said helplessly, "What do you think?"

"That's right..." Ayu seemed a little convinced, but Clark seemed to be wrong about something, so she corrected him embarrassingly, "But Steve was not accepted, and they often bullied him. "

"Bucky beats him back every time, and then Bucky went to join the army, and Steve didn't let me help, so I secretly beat him back when he didn't know..."

"He didn't even ask me to help." When talking about this, Ayu looked a little unhappy. After she finished speaking, she looked at Clark whose face became more and more strange, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Clark: That's okay too? ? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Clark: Weak, pitiful, and helpless qwq

Steve: who isn't QVQ