[Comprehensive] quack man

After returning from Paradise Island, I have been staying at home and have no desire to go out.

The outside world is too scary, I'd better stay at home and be a well-behaved little frog.

Grandma bought me a lot of delicious food, but she couldn't arouse my desire to go.

Grandma said: "Son, Grandma's luggage is ready for you, when are you going out?"

I dare not tell her, I am afraid that the little snail will be gone when I come back.

But as a filial frog, I can't hurt Grandma's feelings, so I said to her: "Grandma, I'm afraid you will become an empty nester again after I leave, and it will make me feel very uncomfortable."

But being a mother is like this. When you go home, you are afraid that it is not good for you to stay at home every day, and you are also worried that you will damage your eyesight when you are not reading. !

Nonsence!Didn’t you know that some croaks sleep with their eyes open!

All in all, I was stuffed into my packed bag and kicked out of the house once again.

Before I left, my mother yelled at me: Son, there is no future for staying at home!

How come I have no future!Aren't I gnawing on the old with a bright future!

After two psychological traumas, I feel that my life is full of loneliness. All in all, this time I will definitely not be able to interview any kind of horrible people. I will find a sunny, kind, kind and gentle person. Come along for a while to heal my wounds.

I hugged my leaf, drifted to New York, and decided to find Spider-Man to play for a while.

The main reason is that he is kind and cute, and he will definitely not do terrible things to hurt my fragile heart.

I sat on a leaf, floated in the sewers of New York for three days and three nights, and finally floated to Peter Parker's house.

Before I had time to enter the door, I just crawled under the door of his house with my two short legs, when I heard Aunt Mei's gentle voice coming from inside: "Peter, how about I take you to eat lobster tonight? Or we go for Chinese food, and I know one that has good hairy crabs."

What, what!

Crabs are so cute, how can you eat crabs!

I tried my best to get up, and knocked on the door angrily, so as to remind the people inside...

You are a family of superheroes!How can you do this!

However, before I could knock, the door opened suddenly.

Peter Parker, a small superhero with keen hearing and superpowers, stared at me. After realizing that I was different from ordinary frogs, he picked me up from the ground and put me in his pocket.

Aunt Mei walked past him: "What's the matter? Is there someone knocking on the door?"

I tried to poke my head out of his narrow pocket, I'm just an innocent little frog, why did you do this to me!

However, he quickly stretched out his hand, pressed my head back accurately, and said to Aunt Mei: "It's okay, I'll open the door to get some air."

Then, with me in his pocket, he ran quickly up the stairs and slammed the door behind him.

He squeezed my head and quickly pulled me out of the pocket, put me on the desk, squatted in front of the desk, only showing a pair of bright eyes, observing me like observing a monster.

I waved my cuckold in protest: quack!

Visibly startled, he immediately put a finger to his mouth and signaled me to silence with extreme nervousness: "Shh!"

But I am still very angry, I am a croak with the right to croak, he stuffed me in his pocket, what does he think of me as a monster!

Then, I saw him looking at me with that unbelievable look, circling around me, and after looking around a few times, he suddenly said, "Are you an undercover agent sent by Mr. Stark!"

I was so angry that I kept scolding him: quack!Quack quack!

He grabbed my little backpack and turned my hat upside down until he found my frog camera.

He flipped through the photos inside, and found the one that Mr. Stark gave me.

Peter said: "You are indeed an undercover agent sent by Mr. Stark!"

nonsense!

I am obviously a cute and gentle little frog!

How wonderful of him to say that!Pass!point!up!

I held up my hat, took my little notebook, waved my little arms angrily, and yelled at him: "Quack quack!"

You are an unreasonable spider!I regard you as a male god, but you treat me as an undercover agent!

There is nothing more heartbreaking than a male god being an undercover agent.

Before I could refute, he suddenly took out a transparent box from under the bed, picked up one of my legs and threw me into it.

Hmph, do you think this can stop me!Have you forgotten that I am a jumping frog, stupid human being!

...then he snapped the lid back on.

Then, carrying the box, she ran all the way to the first floor, jumped excitedly and said to Aunt Mei: "Aunt Mei! I raised a little frog!"

……

Who allowed you to raise it.

Did you ask my mom for her opinion?

Aunt Mei looked at me, then at him, then at me, then at him, showing a forced smile: "You even gave it a little hat, it's so cute." That expression was clearly "My nephew is really cute." Cute but he’s not gay right? Does puberty have a lot of troubles? Where can a straight man raise a frog and sew a small hat on it” big collection.

What an amazing croak I am to be able to read out such a huge amount of information.

Peter took the box and ran away without looking back.

He carried me upstairs again at a sprint speed of [-] meters, put me and my box on the table, and said solemnly: "Hiding is successful! From today onwards, Aunt Mei will not doubt your secret identity." Now, you can talk to me freely!"

I:? ? ?

You spider, you don't keep your feet on the ground at all!

You superheroes, don't keep your secret identities open, not every croak has a secret identity, okay?

As a result, his image in my heart changed from a young man with vitality to a young man with ADHD.

Peter moved a chair and put it in front of the table, and started to chat with me seriously: "You will live in this box from now on, okay? Do you need me to find you a bed?"

Although I wanted to communicate with him, but he took my small bag, I want my pen and notebook!

Without my pen and notebook, I could only bounce around in vain, slapping the box and shouting: Quack!

However, Peter’s interpretation is——

"Are you in such a hurry to go to bed?"

So, Peter, who is good at hands-on, ran to me who was locked in the cell, and turned around to find materials to build a small bed.

No!I will never stay, I still want to go home and eat my old man, looking for my grandma!

My mother picked clover for me, bought me delicious food, and gave me a lucky draw!

Aunt May seemed to be very worried about Peter's mental state, so she opened the door and came in not long after. However, before she had time to ask, she saw Peter sitting cross-legged on the bed and patiently sewing a small quilt.

The smile froze on Aunt Mei's face. She looked at Peter, who was focused on women's red, and after a while, she forced out a natural smile and asked, "Peter? What are you sewing?"

Peter looked up at me and said contentedly, "I'm making a little quilt for my frog."

Aunt Mei's gaze became more complicated, she took a deep look at Peter on the bed, and then at me bouncing around in the box, she shook her head and went out.

However, she just went out, turned around and came back, and asked with concern: "I just remembered, Peter, I was going out shopping, do you need me to buy a small dress for your little frog? There are some for sale."

Peter raised his head and showed her a bright smile: "Okay!"

not good!

I am an ambitious croak, as long as an ambitious croak wears a hat, he can fascinate all beings!

However, no matter how much I jumped around in the box, Aunt May still left with a loving smile on her lips.

Peter sewed the quilt and began to sew the quilt again: "Are you Frogman? Mr. Stark must have his intentions in sending you here!" He said, put down the quilt, and began to rummage through my bag: "It turns out Frogs can also eat sandwiches! The sandwiches made by Aunt Mei are very delicious, I treat you to dinner tonight!"

He spent the whole afternoon making a cot for me and stuffing it into the small box.

I tried to jump out when he opened the box, but I was exhausted from an afternoon of tossing around, and I fell before I could reach the box.

All of this, in Peter's eyes, is——

"I knew you would love the little bed I made for you!"

fart!I love the bed my grandma made for me!There is also a small mushroom staircase!

Peter lay on the desk and looked at me, and said in his characteristic boyish voice: "Hey little frog, why don't you tell me your secret identity and when will I return your bag to you? How about it?"

……

Quacked.

Do you understand quack language?

As he spoke, he murmured thoughtfully: "Mr. Stark must have extraordinary significance in sending you here. Are you here to monitor me? Or to be my mentor? Or, are you here Protect mine, right!"

I:……

No, Mr. Parker, I'm just a little frog in a cuckold.

I don't have a secret identity or super powers, all I have is a bag of dead clover and a granny waiting for me when I get home.

If you want to be my father, you have to discuss it with my mother first!

Peter sat on the chair and looked at me, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Frog, do you need to eat flies? I can catch a dozen for you."

……

No, I eat sandwiches, pancakes, fruit pies...

I am a noble croak.

However, he was obviously immersed in his own thoughts, and he patted his thigh and said to me: "You wait, I'll catch you back! Don't worry, I'm Spider-Man!"

Mr. Spider-Man, aren't you afraid that I will become a villain after eating weird things?

He jumped up from the chair, quickly caught a small fly that happened to pass by outside the window, and waved to me very happily at the window.

No!Don't hurt it, it's just a passing fly!

Peter carefully carried the fly to the front of my box and stuffed it into my box.

The poor little fly must have been frightened when it was suddenly caught by a huge thing.

I hurried to comfort it, but its body was trembling, and it was obviously frightened enough to see me.

I told it that this Spider-Man has no malice towards it, he is just a stupid human being.

The fly doesn't talk to me, it looks at me with a slumped head, as if it doesn't believe that I won't eat it.

So, I can only tell it that all species should love each other, trust each other, and accompany each other...

Finally, under my powerful brainwashing ability, it finally believed that I was a good person.

I generously gave it half of the quilt and told it that we can live in peace in the future.

At this time, Peter suddenly said: "Great, I knew you were Frogman! I knew you must be unparalleled kindness!"

……Nonsence!