Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

Pietro: "..."

Countless plots of Stark and the Avengers emerged in the mind of the silver-haired young man, and he calmly began to be on guard, his handsome face faintly showing a bit of dignity.

Is there anything special about this dessert shop?A few days ago Iron Man had come to order a bunch of donuts, and now it was Hawkeye, Pietro thought he had been spotted.

He packed the mousse, jam and horn into a dessert box, and said calmly, "Your mousse, sir."

"Thanks, young man, did I say I thought you looked familiar? Your silver hair is really pretty."

Hawkeye got the dessert and didn't leave immediately. Instead, he showed a thoughtful expression and praised the silver-haired youth's hair color, and then said a little strangely: "Could it be that kids like this style now...heavy metal frenzy?"

Pietro touched the arrow in his pocket, and felt complicated for a moment: "It's not heavy metal, it's just silver."

Hawkeye nodded indifferently, and was about to leave with his shopping bag, which made Pietro heave a sigh of relief.

Well, his disguise is perfect, let alone Hawkeye, even Tony Stark would never have imagined that a speedster with special abilities would actually work as a waiter in a dessert shop, just for the five dollars salary.

However, when Clint turned around with his croissant bag in hand, he saw Fluctlight sitting in front of the window before he could go out.

Little Baaluo sat upright on the wooden chair, her long snow-white hair hung down her shoulders, her little face like white jade was bloodless, as if she was isolated from the world, cold and indifferent.

When entering the door, the flutter light was completely blocked by young girls taking pictures of Pietro. Clint really didn't notice her, and now he felt something was wrong.

Because this feeling of "isolation" is so familiar, the last time Clint had this feeling was when he saw Tony's little antique and the captain's little popsicle.

Hawkeye turned his head back, and asked Pietro casually: "The girl next to the window is also your guest? Her hair color is also very unique."

Pietro reminded him clearly: "That's my sister, sir, she's underage, you know what I mean."

Clint almost wrote "Your Asian sister from an American" on his face, he touched his chin, thoughtfully said: "Oh, of course, she looks like she is only eight or nine years old at most , and my youngest daughter is about her age."

He coughed lightly, and instantly perfected the new persona for himself, adding: "I'm a photographer, and I'm still the one who shoots commercials for children's clothing, so I was a little curious for a while."

A few days ago, Pietro, who just cut off his arrow in the bunker, said blankly, "...Really? Hehe."

Oldman, I fucking believed your evil.

Hawkeye nodded without changing his expression: "That's right, although I'm not famous, I still have some resources. By the way, what's her name? Are you her guardian?"

"My sister is of mixed race. Her mother and grandfather are both Asian, so the characteristics are not obvious. We are cousins."

Pietro glanced at him leisurely, wanting to see where the Avenger got the children's clothing endorsement for him, so he cooperated and said: "Her mother is on a business trip, so I will take care of her for a while, basically I can call the shots."

Having said that, he showed a provocative smile to Clint, with two small canine teeth: "Can you leave a contact information, sir, we can audition anytime."

Clint: "..."

Clint left a contact information depressed, not knowing where the problem happened. Obviously the young man and the girl didn't look alike, but the words were perfect.

He passed Pietro and walked straight to Fluctlight. As a father with two children, even if he didn't deliberately pretend, he was full of paternal love: "What's your name?"

Speaking of which, this move was a little offensive, but considering Loli's special nature, Hawkeye didn't hesitate.

Little Baaluo raised her head unhurriedly. Her eyesight was not very good. Yesterday, she was stimulated by strong light again. Now she can't see the appearance of Hawkeye very clearly. After she paused for a while facing Clint, , then softly replied: "Shake light."

A little nervously, Pietro left the new guest and walked over, lightly holding Yaoguang's shoulders. His warm palms were very cold, and cold sweat even broke out from them.

Fluolight's eyesight is not very good, but his hearing has always been far superior to that of ordinary people. Knowing that Pietro seems to have a little scruples about Clint, he raised his face cooperatively: "What's wrong, brother?"

The deep blue eyes of the silver-haired young man were fixed on Clint, always ready to deal with his bow and arrow, and he spoke meaningfully to the flake fans: "Nowadays there are many liars and more scumbags. Recently, many newspapers have reported unspoken rules for photographers. Model, this gentleman wants you to do commercials, so I'm a little worried."

He was more than worried, Fluctlight felt that his muscles were tense, as if he was about to take her away at extreme speed.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in shooting commercials."

Little Baaluo tapped the back of the silver-haired young man's hand soothingly with her cold fingertips, and said calmly, "Thanks to your mistake, I still have to go to school and graduate from the first class in kindergarten."

"Kindergarten class, love of learning is a good thing."

Hawkeye glanced at her carefully, but still didn't dispel his doubts. After all, even if Fluctlight disguised himself again, he was still out of tune with the whole world. People who haven't met those lolis don't understand what it feels like.

Just like Aluo and Duoduo, she is a perfect and delicate little girl, every strand of her hair must be perfectly placed, like a lifeless jade statue.

"You can contact me and your sister anytime."

Clint added this sentence to Pietro, still keeping his eyes on the flutter: "After all, I am a talented photographer. If you need help, you must call me."

Pietro gave him a deep look: "Of course."

After a day's work, Pietro and Wanda met near a cheap supermarket, first went to buy vegetables and replenish daily necessities, and then went to buy a bunny with the flute light.

The brother and sister walked to the discount area tacitly. The two handsome and beautiful young people looked at the labels, carefully compared the prices bit by bit, and picked out the cheapest one and put it in the shopping cart.

"The address of Zhenjin has been obtained. In the hands of a defected Wakanda, he stole Zhenjin and sold it in the United States. The approximate coordinates are in an old ship."

Wanda hesitated among several discounted toothbrushes, but chose the most exquisite and lovely children's toothbrush, took another fruit-flavored children's toothpaste, and whispered to Pietro: "We just need to be ahead of the Avengers. "

Pietro held her hand, and couldn't help but recall the Hawkeye who teased him about his special hair color in the cake shop today, and the familiar kid, with the gentleness of an elder.

The silver-haired youth paused for a moment before saying, "...we will succeed, don't worry, Wanda."

Yaoguang listened to Wanda tell Pietro about the deal with Ultron, and was a little dazed for a moment. She didn't even answer Wanda's question of what color rabbit she wanted, but just nodded.

Xiaobaluo thought about the whole way with the rabbit, until she arrived at the rental house, she considered the words and asked Wanda a question: "We are not super villains, why should we fight against the Avengers? Many people say they are superheroes."

Wanda didn't know how to persuade this stubborn little girl, so she could only explain: "But Stark is the avenger, they are a gang, and they are the culprit."

Yaoguang looked at her quietly, her gaze was as clear as a cold spring, until Wanda couldn't help looking away, then said calmly: "No, you can't even stick to your own statement, could it be Are you going to use it to convince me?"

Xiaobailuo sat in the cake shop for a day and listened to the gossip all day. The young girls who took pictures around Pietro talked about everything. Naturally, they also mentioned Tony Stark, the hottest Iron Man in New York, and those super hero.

During the Iron Man part, Fluctuation even asked a redhead: "Do you think Tony Stark is responsible for the war? He produced those weapons."

The red-haired girl was furious, wanting to tear apart the male god's fans: "Who taught you this? Don't be led astray at a young age. Isn't the criminal who initiated the war? It has nothing to do with weapons or soldiers." , and Stark Industries has already closed the weapons department, OK?"

See, this is what most ordinary people think.

Wanda was silent for a while, even though she was prejudiced against Stark, she had to admit that the Avengers is indeed a qualified superhero organization, and they even prevented the large-scale alien invasion in New York.

The brown-haired girl took a deep breath and admitted: "The Avengers, they are indeed superheroes, but this has nothing to do with my personal grievances with Stark."

So she still thinks the war is Stark's fault.

Yaoguang drew out the long sword, and under Wanda's suddenly vigilant gaze, Lingxi's sword edge penetrated the rabbit's fur and pierced its heart with precision: "Did you see it?"

Wanda looked at her in disbelief, and her eyes fell on the breathless rabbit. She couldn't believe what Fluctlight did just now like a fairy: "Did you kill it?"

This is a six-dollar pet rabbit, not too big but chubby. Wanda hugged and teased it for a while when she chose it. Although she wasn't particularly fond of it, she never expected that Little Baeluo would be so straightforward.

Yaoguang drew out the edge of the sword without haste, and Lingxi's sword was not stained with blood, reflecting a cold light under the light.

Xiaobaluo deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of a certain word, and repeated to Wanda earnestly: "That's right, 'I' killed it."

Wanda seemed to suddenly understand what she meant, the brown-haired girl froze, and suddenly shed a tear.

She squatted down slowly, hugged her knees with red eyes, and said stubbornly: "No, it's different."

You didn't escape the flames of war by chance. I don't know how painful I was when I saw my mother's body and the wreckage of Stark's weapon in the ruins. Revenge for my mother is the only obsession she insisted on.

"Wanda, you know it's no different."

Yaoguang put away his long sword, as if he didn't see Pietro's complicated eyes, and said calmly: "But it doesn't matter, I have a lot of time for you to figure it out, and I will look at you."