Son of Marvel’s God

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Episode 289

"Are you the ghost?" Mark received a call from Nick.

"I said you didn't believe it?"

"Then tell me who did it?" Mark asked rhetorically.

"Tony, he doesn't seem to want his aunt to intervene in your affairs. I can hear that he is in a bad mood. What happened to you?" Nick felt very surprised by the Avengers' suggestion.

But this has already achieved the effect he wanted.

Although the initial staff of the Avengers was changed a little, but it did not hurt.

"Nothing, just a little daily contradiction." Mark casually.

Mark already knew what Tony wanted to do.

Peggy, who can't hide things in her heart, will eventually tell Bucky's resurrection, and someone will stop herself from killing Bucky.

This is not Tony's own hypocrisy, but he can't face his heart directly.

He knew that what was wrong was not Bucky, who was an instrumental man, but after the effort in his heart, he was unable to stop. He needed someone to stop himself.

But Mark has no way to be the one who can stop him, so the only one who can stop him now is Steve Rogers.

The two who have experienced the battle in New York, although not as deep as they are with Mark, can be regarded as a life-and-death relationship with a gun.

The cooperation between the two on the battlefield was particularly good, and it was easy to eliminate a whole team of Zitari.

This matter already knows the general situation, Mark does not intend to continue to intervene. Leave the rest to their own hands, and Mark has done all he can.

...

Driving all the way home, Mark was already exhausted. But at this time, the little reporter came and flew, and the whole person was like an octopus, entangled with Mark.

Facing his sticky girlfriend, Mark can only hug her with a smile.

"Speak, what are you doing today?"

"Can't I welcome you home? Really, don't treat people as bad as you think." The little reporter grinned and looked at Mark with disgust.

"Okay, let's count my little man's heart as a gentleman's belly? Well, let me give you what you want to eat at night. How about comforting and comforting your injured young heart?" Eat hard and look like this.

Seeing the resentful look of the young reporter, he quickly defeated.

"Hot pot!" The little reporter showed a fox-like smile on his feet, and he seemed to succeed.

"I said you can't change something else to eat? Must eat hot pot, and eating hot pot is easy to get angry, and it is easy to get acne on the face." Mark really cares about the body of the reporter, or else I can say such things.

"If I have acne and become ugly, would you not want me?" The woman's observation point is always so clear.

Mark didn't know what to say, and finally he could only sigh a long way, comforting and saying, "Don't think about it, how could I not want you, right?"

"Then I'm going to eat hot pot!" Yrel said, entangled with Mark like a child.

The most important thing is that Mark has no solution at all, so he can honestly start making hot pot.

I obviously can't eat spicy food. I have to eat spicy pot every time. I really don't know what to say.

After dozens of minutes, even if the kitchen is full of smoke and firepower, there is still no way to stop the spicy taste from being passed out.

Yrel smelled this smell and her eyes began to redden, but even then she was still eager to try and wanted to quickly taste the deliciousness of this world.

Mark just brought the hot pot out, and the doorbell rang suddenly. Mark had already seen clearly who the person was when he was on television.

The lock of the door opened automatically with a click, and Steve and Peggy came in with gifts.

"Just come home, why bring a gift?" Mark said with a smile and wiped his hands on the scarf.

"I didn't say I would buy it. Steve had to take me. Why didn't I see that he had so many flowery intestines before?" Peggy put the gift down and said with her arms around her chest.

Steve scratched his head embarrassedly and said to Mark: "Isn't this specifically to thank you?"

"Don't, let's say one thing. I have already taken what I should take, even if you lived in my rent before." Mark didn't have so many fluke, everyone had already delivered the gift to the door, so I was shy. Take them home again.

Mark just found a reason to stumble past.

"Yes, yes, you are right, this is the rent I used to live with you."

Mark this is typical, the duck mouth is cooked still cooked.

"Just come and eat together! Don't tell me you have eaten."

"Of course not, just prepare to come to you to eat and drink together!" Steve cooked himself, walked to the table and sat down.

There is no need to be so hypocritical about the relationship between two people.

Peggy looked at the hot pot full of peppers, and she didn't know how to use chopsticks for a while.

Although she had heard of such things, he really did not understand why those people like to eat such things.

But after she tasted this taste, she started to stop.

Spicy is a pain, so everyone who dares to eat spicy is a warrior.

And the real pain of eating spicy food is not the moment you eat it, but the pain you suffer when you perform a certain ritual after the food is digested.

Steve has had experience in this area since he stayed at the Mark's house for a while.

Poured two large glasses of milk next to himself and Peggy, but he did not tell Peggy that after eating this thing, milk could not completely solve the pain.

Of course, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by a hot pot meal. If so, then have another barbecue.

After eating a hot pot, everyone was sweating and lying on the sofa motionless.

Perhaps this is one of the most wonderful moments of enjoyment in the world.

Now the only one that can move, I'm afraid it's only Steve. Steve took the initiative to pick up the tableware and Mark did not say anything.

The two guests are not as clear as what the guests are.

In the living room, Mark glanced at the direction of the kitchen and asked Peggy, "Did you tell him?"

"Not yet." Peggy naturally knew what Mark said.

"So when are you going to tell him? Or is it going to keep dragging on like this. Tony tells him that he just wants him to stop him at a critical moment."

Peggy is in deep thought.

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