[Comprehensive British and American] Met

Midnight is the time when the bar party is exciting. The colorful colored lights move around in the dark space to create illusory and ambiguous shadows. The band is playing a very intense piece of music, and the dance steps on the dance floor have become a little crazy.

"I've been here when I'm out doing interviews," Parker said, pushing him aside from the bar. "They're open to minors as long as you don't drink hard alcohol."

Peter didn't understand, so he asked, "Why are you in the bar?"

Parker raised his eyebrows and snorted, "How bad do you think my memory is? We are both Peter Parker, and of course we were born on the same day. Today is also your birthday, right?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Thank you...thank you."

"You're being nice to me? Keithri—give me a brandy on the rocks, and a Coke for the brat."

The bartender in front of the bar was a black boy with cool silver hair dyed. When he turned around, he put a rock cup in front of Parker. He looked at Peter with interest and whistled. Said: "Peter Parker, I don't see you often."

Parker put his arms around Peter's shoulders and said, "Today is my birthday."

Kesi Rui poured a drawer of ice into the glass and said, "Birthday? You or him?"

Parker said with a smile: "We."

Kesi Rui was finally a little surprised: "Are you brothers?"

Parker shook his head.

The movements in Kesri's hands paused, and he laughed mysteriously. He handed a glass of Coke to Peter, and said, "Then... probably a boyfriend?"

Peter almost threw the Coke cup out with a trembling hand.

Kesri laughed out loud, and the golden earbud on his right ear reflected a shimmering brilliance.

Parker shook his head helplessly, without saying anything, Kesri threw a rag aside, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll treat you to today's consumption, have fun."

After he finished speaking, he went to entertain other guests. Mr. Parker took a sip from his wine glass and said, "Don't mind, he likes to make a little joke."

Peter shook his head blankly, expressing that he didn't mind very much.

After taking a few sips of iced Coke, he was just about to find something to say, when Mr. Parker seemed to have sensed his intentions, and spoke first: "I don't know what gift to give you—"

Peter quickly interrupted him: "No, I've had a lot of fun coming to the bar—and you made it for me," he lowered his voice. "You also made me a spider silk shooter."

Parker waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm reluctant to spend money..."

He unzipped his schoolbag, took out a box wrapped in brown paper, and handed it to Peter.

Peter opened it and found a black watch lying quietly in the box.

He took out the watch, stroked the scratches on the strap and the slightly crooked buckle with his fingertips, bowed his head and did not speak for a while.

"This is my father's stuff——" Parker rubbed his palms together, "Although it's old... I don't know if you have met your father, but since you also live with Aunt May, you should live with me Same--"

He didn't say any more, because Peter suddenly rushed over and hugged him.

He patted the boy on the back and said softly, "Happy birthday, Peter."

……

It was almost dawn when I got home at night. Mr. Parker seemed to be a little dizzy from drinking too much wine, and he almost couldn’t find the window to get in. Peter had to use a lot of energy to squeeze the 1.8-meter young man into the window. Then he jumped in.

Fortunately, there was no news from Aunt May's bedroom next door. Mr. Parker fell asleep as soon as he was next to the bed. Peter remembered that Aunt May said yesterday that because of his birthday, he could sleep until he woke up naturally the next day, so there was no need to worry. He couldn't get up this morning, so he pulled the quilt to cover Parker, changed his clothes, and prepared to lie down on the bed.

The sky outside the window is gradually brightening, and the originally dark and white sky slowly glows with golden light, and the first sun rises.

A little jumping golden light fell on the eyelids of the sleeping Mr. Parker, and his long and curly eyelashes were covered with a layer of light gold.

As the sun gradually rose, the light and shadow kept wandering, sometimes turned to the center of his forehead, sometimes on the bridge of his nose, and finally returned to the eyelids.

Peter remembered that he read Mr. Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when he was a freshman in high school. The old Colonel Aureliano was always sitting in front of the bellows and the furnace, casting dwindling gold water into little goldfishes.

It's like the bright golden sunlight on Mr. Parker's eyelids.

Peter lowered his head and touched the little goldfish-like sunlight with his lips. A slight smell of wine and morning dust penetrated into his nostrils, and Mr. Parker's eyelashes just touched the tip of his nose.

Feel like sneezing...

Peter jumped up all of a sudden, and almost jumped three feet up to the roof.

What did he do just now? ? ? ? ?

Guiltyly, Peter glanced around the room with his eyeballs rolling, and suddenly realized that there were only the two of them in the room, then he quickly lay down on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

Rolled two more times and wrapped himself into a silkworm baby.

The room grew quieter.

When the sun was fully up, Parker suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the motionless "Silkworm Baby" on the opposite bed, shook his head and sighed secretly...Silly boy, don't you know what kind of physique Spiderman is?It's just a few glasses of brandy, how can you get drunk?

==

They slept until noon.

When Peter woke up, he opened his eyes and saw Parker turning sideways towards him, staring at him without blinking, and felt guilty for some reason, his eyes dodged left and right and said: "Morning... good morning? "

Parker covered the quilt with a muffled laugh.

He kept laughing for a long time without stopping. Peter became more and more embarrassed, picked up his own pillow and threw it over, but was caught by Parker easily: "Aunt May—"

Before he finished speaking, Aunt Mei's voice came through the door very appropriately, "Are you two up? There are guests visiting—"

Peter stopped in the act of grabbing the other pillow, glared at Parker, and hurried to change.

When he walked to the living room with his messy hair, he saw two more people in the living room—two people who could not be here at this time.

Peter rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

They are all wearing straight suits like mine, but one is sitting on the sofa with crossed legs, looking carefully at the teacups for one dollar and three that Peter bought yesterday from the supermarket; the other is standing by the window, with his hands behind his back, slender and tall His tall figure blocked a few beams of the gentle afternoon sun.

Peter showed an unbelievable and puzzled smile: "Mr. Stark? And Dr. Strange...how could you—"

"You seem to be doing well?" Tony Stark gently placed the porcelain teacup on the table, making a small crisp sound, "You just got up now? If Xiaona knew—" He said and shook Shaking his head, he said seriously, "Of course we are here to find you. James and Wanda will soon be unable to hide it from your aunt."

"I—" Peter looked at Aunt May who was puzzled, then turned to look at Parker who had just come out of the bedroom, and whispered, "Is she okay?"

"Okay, that's good," Tony said with a smirk, "Wanda visits her every few days, but she doesn't miss you a lot."

"But—here, I mean, this New York—"

"There are some things that need to be explained in detail when we go back," said the Supreme Mage standing by the window, and he looked down at the watch on his wrist. "A lot of time has been wasted while you are sleeping, so we now Time to go, Mr. Parker."

"What—?" Aunt Mei asked in disbelief.

Peter couldn't help turning his head again, and looked at Parker who was still standing by the door without saying a word.

Tony was thanking Aunt May in a low voice, which probably means thanking him for taking care of this bear child during this time... Dr. Strange's sharp and deep eyes were falling on Parker's face, Peter also looked at him, moved lips, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

He does not belong to this world, whether it is a passer-by or an intruder, one day he will return to his own world and be his own Spider-Man.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured his lips for a long time before saying such an incomprehensible sentence.

"Why are you apologizing?" Parker smiled, and rubbed his hair as usual, "Since the elders have come to look for them, hurry up and follow them back—go back and work hard."

Only they know what "working" means.

Tony stood up, waved to Peter to indicate that he should go, Peter said "goodbye" to Aunt May, and followed him out the door, looking a little dejected.

Parker was stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the door suddenly, like a whirlwind, surrounded by his light words: "I'll send them off—"

When Peter walked downstairs to the small alley, he heard footsteps behind him, turned his head quickly, and saw Parker following behind him step by step, so he said to Tony, "I——I want to say a few words to him."

Tony didn't answer, but Dr. Strange nodded and said, "Pay attention to the time."

Peter ran up to Parker and stood there for two or three seconds, but he still didn't say a word.

Parker smiled and said in a low voice, "That's Mr. Stark? Iron Man?"

Peter nodded vigorously: "The other is Dr. Strange, a... mage."

Parker didn't ask what the mage's profession was, but just raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Peter's head, but instead landed on his back, and gently hugged him: "Work hard when you go back, and one day you will be with Peter." It's as good as whoever you admire."

Peter let out a "hmm" and hugged him vigorously.

This might be the last hug, he thought.

If you are separated by mountains and rivers, you can travel across mountains and rivers, but what if you are separated by an unknown universe?

He pursed his lips, and solemnly whispered: "Actually—I think, I like—"

"I know," Parker interrupted him, tilting his head and blinking at him, looking a bit sly, "I didn't actually fall asleep in the early hours of the morning."

Peter: "..."

Parker patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "Remember your abilities and responsibilities, and... I will never forget you, Peter."

==

Half a month later, the Avengers base.

Natasha stood by the glass wall of the training room and asked Captain America: "Do you think Peter is a little busy here recently?"

"I asked him, and he said that the study tasks are not serious." The captain said.

"Their teacher not only didn't criticize him, but also praised him." Hawkeye added silently behind.

Natasha and Steve turned their heads at the same time: "Are you going to find Peter's teacher?"

Clint shrugged. "Someone threatened to overhaul my bow, and I had to."

Tony, who didn't know when he appeared, touched his chin and said to himself: "Does this child have some adolescent psychological problems... Should I ask Charles for psychological counseling?"

other people:"……"

In the afternoon, Peter was playing chess with Vision in the lounge, and Wanda was watching TV beside her. After a while, she suddenly smiled and said, "Peter, you're on TV again."

Peter looked up, and the reporter was broadcasting "Yesterday at [-]:[-] p.m., Spider-Man prevented a robbery of an armored vehicle on Marie Champs-"

"Didn't I be at the base yesterday afternoon--" He suddenly stopped talking, because in the TV broadcast, Spider-Man jumped up and shuttled between tall buildings, his white eyes narrowed slightly, About laughing.

Peter threw away the chess piece in his hand, ignored Wanda's shout behind him, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out the door.

When the wind blew past his ears, he overlooked the bustling streets of New York from his mouth, bustling and bustling, as if there was no difference.

But only he knows that at some point in this city, there will be one more person he wants to see.

Fortunately, in this world, I can also meet you.

--Finish--

The author has something to say:

I am, really, getting better and better.

HE ending, you guys just think that the dimensional wall is broken, anyway, there is no logic, Xiaotianwen ⊙U⊙ (stealing my friend’s kaomoji).

There are two options for the CP to be written next.

①Detective Team & Strange Iron (Sherlock Holmes×Shen Xia/Doctor Strange×Iron Man)

②Shield group (Captain America×Wonder Woman)

Come eat my two rounds of Amway.I personally want to write Captain, because the 360 ​​that was completed not long ago is an article about Iron Man.

The following two pre-received articles are linked to the nest. If you like them, you can click the author's column to collect them (???)／

①【Campus text "Waiting for you to finish class"】

No one thought that their cold and taciturn academic gods would fall in love with that senior who skipped classes, fought and got bad grades.

He would go to the door of her classroom every day, bring milk tea, and wait for her to finish class.

==

Nangui: When you finish class, I will take you to tutoring.

Yi love: ...

②[The same words "[Comprehensive British and American] Villain Whitewashing Daily"]

My name is Wittig Floria, and I'm a villain.

In those years I worked with Hydra, joined the Magneto Brotherhood, and almost blew up New York.

When there were legends about me all over the world, I chose to retire bravely and retire with peace of mind.

but……

Can anyone tell me why there are so many superheroes in New York now? ? ?

The handsome blond guy with big breasts downstairs, the domineering president on TV, and even the brave high school students I met on the road...

Ask: Is there still time to clean yourself up now, wait online!