What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Since Peter's "Spider-Man" identity was exposed in front of me, he has become more and more unscrupulous. Sometimes he sneaks back in the middle of the night and climbs up my window to say hello to me.

He told me that Nick Fury, the current boss of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s training for him has come to an end. Awa Ayala (White Tiger) and his team are already recognized as new superheroes who can participate in important missions.

Of course, he is still very young, and he often comes back with injuries. Now I often help him apply medicine, which makes my room often smell of medicine, and my mother thinks I have fought with someone again.Tch, George and his gang don't dare to mess with me after being dealt with a few times by me, okay?

Peter seemed happy to have found someone to listen to his hero story, and he went to great lengths to describe and demonstrate his combat to me: "Hey Alan, the time I fought Doctor Octopus' Sinister Six, I used My super cool Iron Spider armor is the one that Tony Stark gave me, and honestly, it's really cool-of course I still wish I had my own backpack Ludo, so I don't have to jump from the plane every time. If you fall, you have to manually launch the parachute."

I'm less interested in these things: "So, you work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and often overtime, but you have no pay, no title, and no ludo backpack."

Peter suddenly froze his excited expression, and then chattered: "Yeah, Alan, every time I think of this, I want to steal Fury's blindfold. Let me tell you, I met a lone traveler-not solo Hero, I think he's probably a mercenary, you know, the pay-to-do kind, he's got backpack ludos, super freedom, and money to fill our room with - but this guy sucks , he is very cheap, and imitates my uniform, the most terrifying thing is that he has no principles..."

See, even with nothing, he still loves his job and enjoys it.

But what I never imagined was that one day I would find a group of superheroes in my house.

Sam is sitting on the couch playing video games.

Danny sat on the other end of the sofa, meditating with an incense burner in his hand.

Luke stands behind Sam directing him to fight.

Ava complained that Sam was too loud while typing on the keyboard.

I stood in the doorway, dumbfounded.

Peter quickly pulled me aside and explained: "The SHIELD's aircraft carrier crashed a few days ago. They have no place to live, so they can only live in our house for the time being."

I couldn't help raising my voice: "Why? Can't it be arranged elsewhere?" S.H.I.E.L.D. can't be so poor, can it?

Mom suddenly knocked on my head from behind, and said seriously: "Alan, you can't be so sympathetic, these days you have to get along well with Sam and the others."

I looked at my mother's back and asked Peter in disbelief: "How did you explain to your mother that there are so many people living in the house?"

Peter smiled slyly: "I just said that the neighborhood they lived in was smashed by Hulk."

You won. I looked at Peter speechlessly. As far as I know, Hulk is his friend. Is it really okay to let a friend take such a big blame?

Speaking of putting blame on my friends, I suddenly thought of Nick. I have been lodging Mela at his house for a few days. I don’t know how Mela is doing. …Looking at the noisy living room, I still want to go out for a walk.

When I came to Nick's big house, I was surprised to find that he didn't lock the door?This kid has too much heart!

Pushing the door open, Nick didn't even look at a single light. The whole house was dark and gloomy. Now I'm a little nervous. Will something happen to them?I cautiously walked forward by touching the wall, trying not to make any sound of footsteps, but in the silence, I vaguely heard the breathing of other people, and... the sound of bullets being loaded.

I held my breath, mobilized all my senses, slowed down time at the same time, and continued to grope forward. After I walked around the corridor, I suddenly felt something kicked under my feet, soft... person?

My first reaction was whether it was Nick or Meera. When I panicked, the time instantly returned to normal. When I moved my feet, I heard the sound of a thin thread breaking. Before I could make a sound, a large bottle of foul-smelling liquid was poured out. On my head: "Ah!"

"...Alan?"

I heard Nick's weak inquiry, and said calmly: "Turn on the light."

Crack, the light came on, and Meera stood beside the switch covering her mouth, shaking her legs while suppressing a smile.

After half an hour, I used up Nick's entire bottle of shampoo before I felt that the strange smell was gone from my head. It may be that I have lost my sense of smell after being smoked for a long time.

Seeing me come out with a sullen face, Nick kindly persuaded me: "Fortunately, you stopped moving immediately, otherwise you would walk a few steps forward and you would come across a second bottle of potion." He poured the strangely colored potion Show me a little on the rag, which quickly melts into rag slurry...

I looked at the living room, and there was still the dummy I kicked just now in the corner, there were several traps hanging from the ceiling, and the floor was full of tripping ropes and mousetrap. I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Nick looked at Meera, and Meera explained: "I had a premonition that someone would come back to find me today, and I thought it was the group of people who were chasing me."

I couldn't help but sweat coldly, and I mourned for the group of men in black. The combat effectiveness of these two people is really not weak.

I thought of another question: "Then the sound of the bullet being loaded that I heard just now?"

Nick took out his phone and clicked an audio for me: click, click, click...

I continued to brush my hair as Nick and Meera settled down a bit and sat down.

Meera first asked: "Alan, you came here suddenly, do you have any news about my father?"

Uh, no, the "flip-flop" brother kept his promise and sent me a message back two days later, but the message was: "Sorry, I asked Mr. S, and he said he didn't lose any important items."

Not really!You probably lost a daughter! ! !

But it’s not easy to say it directly, so I had to continue to send messages to “Flip-flops”: “May I know Mr. S’s name, please?”

"Flip-flops" didn't come back, maybe he was really not online, or maybe he didn't want to talk to me anymore.

So, in the face of Meera's big eyes full of expectation, I can only turn my head away: "I hate it, when we ate steak together, I called him Brother Ai Lun, but now I call him Ai Lun~"

"Evil!" Nick vomited from the side very cooperatively.

Speaking of which, everyone knew that there was no progress, and Nick suddenly said, "Meera, can't you sense your father's exact location?"

Meera held her head, her face full of frustration: "I'm not Professor X, I'm not that powerful. At most, I can only feel that he is in New York, and my father is a magician, so he must be resistant to this type of induction."

I have thought about this a long time ago. I also have many restrictions on the use of abilities. I can only use them when I am highly concentrated. I can’t control time when I am slightly distracted. And I have never dared to use abilities in front of Peter. In front of special people like him, maybe my ability will be seen through.

So the three of us could only look at each other, not knowing what to do next.

Meera stared at me resentfully: "Peter, you... your hair?!"

"Huh?" What happened to my hair.

"You...your...your hair!" Nick also suddenly changed his expression.

I quickly stood up, and suddenly saw myself in the mirror, with a dazed face and messy, wet white hair.

I don't know what the hell is in Nick's potion, my handsome blond hair is bleached.

Meera stopped me from murdering Nick, threw us one by one on the sofa, and said with akimbo: "You two, how old are you, can't you restrain yourself a little?"

Nick covered his throat with a flushed face: "Ahem...I'm already very restrained."

Mela raped me, I pointed at my white hair angrily, and Mela turned her head away: "I'm going to cook."

Watching Meera disappear from sight, I looked to Nick: "What did she just say? Cooking???"

Nick nodded slowly—too quickly would cause a sore throat: "I was afraid that the nanny would talk too much, so I gave her half a month's leave."

Oh, yes, that's something I didn't expect, just thinking that Nick's family has no parents.

I looked towards the kitchen with a little trepidation: "Well, have you eaten the meal she sat for a week? How does it taste?"

Nick smiled and said, "Not bad, it's delicious."

Then I will eat here today, the loli who can cook, um, is also very cute~

When I crawled out of Nick's house, I really wanted to pinch myself half an hour ago and ask him: How can you forget that Nick is a big weirdo with no sense of taste or smell, eh?

As for Nick, the freak who eats canned Swedish herring as a snack, he thinks delicious things, basically normal people don’t try them, I was wrong, I gave up the chance to be a normal person.

Mela stood at the door to see me off. I looked back at the little girl and couldn't help pinching her little face: "You're thinner."

Meera slapped my hand away and snorted, "Pedophiles are blamed, no, grandpa."

I scratched my white hair and had nothing to say.

Meera rolled her eyes at me a few times, then lowered her head, holding the necklace hanging on her chest, and said to me, "Hey, Ellen, you're going to help me find Dad, right?"

I could only say that I did my best, but I didn't dare to say it, but changed it to another sentence: "Why do you trust me so much?" Just grab someone on the street and entrust him with the most important things?Just rely on her intuition?To be honest, I find it ridiculous.

But Meera laughed, and she said with a smile: "I don't know why, the first time I saw you, I thought you were easy to bully."

Just as I was about to pinch her, I heard her add another sentence: "I don't know why, maybe because I know you are a good person."

I silently took the first good person card in my life and tore it off, but when I saw something, I suddenly had an idea: "Meera, is this necklace your mother's?"

【Small Theater: When You Are Old】

Allen: I'm old, even my hair is gray.

Peter: Oh, yeah, none of us thought we would get to where we are today.

Allen: But you are still the same as before.

Peter: You hate me.

Allen: I... I don't hate you, I just can't figure out why you left as soon as you said you would, and left so decisively.

Peter: I'm sorry...I really—have failed you so much.

Allen: Yes...you owe me a lot, I don't remember much, but I still remember the dance steps 70 years ago...

Ava: Ka!Peter, you are going to play Captain America, please have a deeper look in your eyes!And you, Ellen, stop laughing!