Chapter 209 Spider-Man is the earliest welfare girl
"Ouch!"
Before Katoom flew far from Kamar-Taj, he suddenly screamed and fell down.
He held his stomach, his expression twisted in pain.
"what happened to you?"
Gu Yi walked over slowly with his hands behind his back. She only took one look and knew what was wrong with Katum.
"You ate too much."
She said, "I hadn't digested the food in my stomach yet, and I was just flying so fast, and now I have gas in my stomach."
After that, Ancient One reached out and touched Katum's belly.
With just this simple action, the owl's bulging belly quickly shrunk.
"This is all your problem."
The pain in Katum's abdomen disappeared, and he said indignantly, "I didn't need to exercise so vigorously, but you stopped me by force!"
this--
Gu Yi didn't know how to answer for a moment.
It was true that she stopped Katoom halfway, but wasn't the reason why Owl had stomachache because he insisted on going back to Kamar-Taj with her?
"I do not care."
Katoum said, "I have to recuperate in Kamar-Taj. I won't leave if I'm not well."
This complacent look left Gu Yi helpless.
Never mind, this is fine, she thought to herself.
If an outsider from another world can stay peacefully under one's nose, it can save a lot of trouble.
"alright."
Ancient One smiled helplessly and said, "It's fine if you want to stay in Kamar-Taj. We always welcome guests."
"That's pretty much it."
Katum snorted coldly, finally satisfied.
Then he glared at Gu Yi.
"What are you still doing?"
Katum lay on the ground and stretched out his wings. "Pick me up. Do you think I can still fly now?"
Gu Yi's brows twitched suddenly. The owl's shamelessness was beyond her imagination.
Is it really okay for a guy like this to stay in Kamar-Taj?
She couldn't come to any conclusion for the time being, so she could only sigh, pick up the owl, and take him to the training center.
"I'm thirsty."
Katum lay in Gu Yi's arms and said, "When we get there, pour me a glass of water."
"Don't go too far." Gu Yi said lightly.
"Are you mean to me?"
Katum showed an expression of disbelief on his face, "You stopped me halfway, I clearly didn't do anything, but you still warned me!
"I am so considerate, staying by your side to make you feel at ease, but you are unwilling to even pour me a glass of water!
"Are you really the Sorcerer Supreme? How can you abuse others so easily?!"
The owl felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and in the end, he even looked like he was about to cry.
Gu Yi kept reciting scriptures in his heart to suppress his surging emotions.
"it is good."
She forced a smile, "What would you like to drink?"
"Tea is fine."
The owl said carelessly, "Add some honey by the way!"
……
"Where's your owl?"
It's a new morning in Queens.
The Hall family is carrying out their espionage activities, and now comes a very important step, which is the family having breakfast together happily.
At this time, Pietro was spreading butter on his bread and asked Bruce this question.
I haven't seen the owl for two days. Did Bruce release it?
"He's out having fun."
Bruce took a bite of his sandwich. "He's always like this. He flies out for a few days for no apparent reason, and then suddenly flies back."
"Oh~"
Pietro nodded and casually said, "That's a shame. Wanda loves your owl and was thinking about making friends and playing with it in the future."
is it?
Bruce glanced at Wanda. This little girl usually seemed to be uninterested in everything, but he didn't expect that she would have such thoughts.
Wanda was slowly tearing the bread in her hand when she suddenly felt Bruce's gaze. She glared back at him, then put her hands under the table and pinched Pietro's waist, twisting it hard.
You are the one who talks too much and tells everything.
"hiss--"
Pietro gasped and wanted to scream, but Wanda's grip became stronger and stronger, as if warning him not to scream.
The suppression of his blood forced Pietro to grimace and swallow back the scream that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Okay, kids."
Mr. Hall at the side finally spoke up, "Let's hurry up. Today is your first day of school. You can't be late."
Pietro suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned. He moved to the side and escaped from Wanda's clutches.
"We will move quickly and we will definitely not be late!"
After saying that, he took big bites of the bread in his hand and never mentioned the previous topic again.
Breakfast time was over quickly.
After dinner, Mr. Hall drove them to Midtown Middle School.
Pietro seemed very excited along the way. Since becoming an orphan, he never thought about returning to school.
Mr. Hall was driving and couldn't help but remind them.
"Pietro, you have to think clearly, you're not really going to school."
He said, "After you enter the school, someone from SHIELD will come to examine you soon, and then recruit you as young agents. This will be your real mission!"
"I know I know!"
Pietro responded with a grin, "But I've always had a question, can children be agents?"
"What do you think?" Mr. Hall did not give a direct answer, but threw the question back.
Pietro's current performance is really a bit too naive.
Did he think too highly of
Children's appearance is inherently deceptive. How could an intelligence agency ignore such a group?
The young agents of . are not just for show, they often perform very important tasks.
such as--
Just in the movie "Avengers", during the gathering of heroes, the one who tricked Dr. Banner into coming to Natasha was a little child, a young agent of .
Of course, this has not happened yet, so it is impossible for Mr. Hall to cite this example.
But he told Pietro about the missions that other young agents had carried out, which made Pietro so excited that he wanted to join in immediately.
After saying this, Mr. Hall couldn't help but sigh:
"So you can see that SHIELD has been using children to do shameful things. They are evil, and we at HYDRA are responsible for destroying them."
"I see!"
Pietro's blood boiled as he assured Mr. Hall, "I will complete Hydra's mission and make the young agent serve justice!"
"I feel relieved if you have this belief." Mr. Hall ended the topic with a smile.
Soon, we arrived at Midtown Middle School.
Mr. Hall took the three children to the principal's office, where their classes had already been divided.
Pietro and Wanda are still young, they are in the first grade of junior high school.
Bruce is a year older than them and is in the second grade.
"I'll pick you up after school."
After Mr. Hall completed all the formalities, he said goodbye to the children, "I hope you have a great first day of school!"
Then he went back.
Only three children were left, and they went to their respective classes under the guidance of their teachers.
Bruce's class teacher was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, a little short and plump, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. She was friendly yet a little majestic.
"Your name is Bruce Wayne, right?"
She smiled at Bruce and said, "I will be your homeroom teacher in the future. You can call me Ms. Winnie. I will take you to the class now!"
Bruce nodded and walked behind Ms. Winnie.
Soon, they arrived at the classroom. Originally, they could hear the noisy voices in the classroom as they passed by the corridor.
But when Ms. Winnie appeared, there was a sudden silence inside.
"I can hear you guys talking from the hallway."
Ms. Winnie said with a straight face, "Our class is the noisiest on the entire floor! Can anyone explain to me why?"
No one dared to answer Ms. Winnie's question, and the students all lowered their heads to avoid any eye contact.
Ms. Winnie stood at the door for a while, putting enough pressure on the students, then she coughed lightly and stopped dwelling on the previous topic.
This cough was like a signal. The students recovered from the high-pressure state just now and raised their heads one after another.
"We will have a new student in our class today."
Ms. Winnie waved to Bruce outside the door, "Come in, Bruce!"
Bruce walked in, and the students below began to chatter again.
He wrote his name on the blackboard and gave a brief self-introduction to his classmates.
"Just sit there."
Ms. Winnie pointed to the second to last row by the window.
Bruce walked over under the gaze of his classmates. He sat down quietly without making any eye contact with others.
Just like a normal shy boy.
"Okay, let's start the class."
Ms. Winnie said this and the topic shifted away from Bruce.
Bruce opened the book and tried his best to act like a good student, although he had already mastered this level of knowledge through reading books.
Sitting next to Bruce was a boy who looked a little thin.
He bowed his head and greeted Bruce.
"Your name is Bruce, right? My name is Peter Parker!"
"Hello, Peter Parker."
Bruce stared at the blackboard and responded to Peter's greeting casually.
"Which school did you transfer from? I mean, why did you choose our school? It's not good at all."
“This is a family arrangement.”
Bruce said, "After all, they paid for the tuition, so I can only do what they say."
"That's it."
Peter nodded, as if to see what was going on.
But in fact, if he thought about it carefully, he would find that Bruce actually didn't answer anything.
Just fooling him.
Peter seemed a little dull emotionally. He didn't feel Bruce's perfunctory attitude at all. On the contrary, he seemed to show great enthusiasm for being friends with Bruce.
Even if Bruce only responded to him intermittently, he could still talk nonstop.
Soon Peter even started talking about dreams.
“I want to be a photographer in the future.”
Peter said, "I'm saving money to buy a camera. If possible, I want to take more beautiful pictures in the future."
When he said this, his eyes began to wander and he couldn't help but look at a blonde girl in front of him.
Bruce also saw the girl's appearance when he entered the classroom.
It is indeed very beautiful, no wonder Peter feels so good about it.
"Her name is Gwen. Gwen Stacy."
Peter introduced her to Bruce, "She is the best girl in our class and the most beautiful one. She is my best friend and we grew up together..."
As he said this, Bruce suddenly asked back: "So you like her?"
"Like? No, I'm not..."
Peter immediately denied it. He said anxiously, "How could I like her? We are just friends. I don't have any thoughts like that..."
Coward.
Bruce thought so in his mind.
"But when you talked about the beautiful picture just now, you were looking at her."
Bruce asked back, "Doesn't this mean that she is the most beautiful thing in your heart?"
"That's your illusion!"
Peter couldn't hold back any longer. "I didn't say I wanted to take pictures of her. In fact, I wanted to take pictures of superheroes like Captain America!"
Captain America, the hero of World War II, his deeds have long been drawn into comics and made into movies. He is a hero known to everyone in the world.
It is also the ceiling of heroes in people's minds.
This is actually just a coincidence. There are no sufficiently powerful heroes or enemies in the current MCU universe. Even if there is a Captain Marvel, she is a top-secret existence that ordinary people don't know about at all.
In this case, Captain America is naturally the most powerful existence in people's hearts.
Being able to fight Hydra alone and defeat the Red Skull is something that not everyone can do.
Now Peter Parker is just an ordinary little boy. He never thought that one day he would have the opportunity to fight his beloved Captain America at the airport.
At this moment, a voice sounded in Bruce's heart.
It's Katum.
The guy's voice revealed a sense of being well-drinking and he burped occasionally.
Bruce was curious as to how he could eat so well in the Middle East.
"Speaking of which, I thought of something."
Katum said, "Peter Parker is not an ordinary person. He will also be a superhero called Spider-Man in the future."
Too?
Bruce wondered, are there so many superheroes in this world?
Pietro, Wanda, Peter...
Why does it seem like he meets one every two steps?
“Although Peter Parker is Spider-Man, his life is not good and he is quite poor.”
"He could only get some work money from the newspaper by taking pictures of Spider-Man," Katum said.
Speaking of which, Peter Parker plays Spider-Man himself, then takes pictures of himself and sells them for payment.
Why does this working mode seem weirder the more I think about it?
Katum thought about it and came to a conclusion: "Spider-Man seems to be the earliest welfare girl?"
(End of this chapter)
