Marvel: Awakening the Universe

At the same time, she was also a little puzzled.

"It's strange that you can park in front of the courthouse in Manhattan, but not in Queens."

"..."

Hawke, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to Gwen's mumbling, thought for a moment, and said curiously, "It should be okay even if we drive out. Talk to Sheriff Stacy and it should be fine."

Gwen came back to her senses, glanced at Hawke, and shook her head.

"No."

"Uh……"

Hawke remembered the family card Gwen had just shown to the traffic police.

Gwen seemed to see through Hawke's thoughts and explained with a smile, "It's okay to use a family card because everyone uses it, and it's also a benefit the police station gives to police families. But getting a summons is different. My dad definitely wouldn't call his friends in the court just for a parking summons. He would definitely tell me seriously, Gwen, you should stand in court and bravely admit your mistake."

As Gwen explained, she imitated the tone and expression of Sergeant George Stacy of the 19th Precinct of the New York Police Department.

Hawke listened to Gwen's explanation and nodded in understanding.

He had always thought that Sheriff George Stacy was the kind of old-fashioned and rigid sheriff who could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

But after hearing what Gwen said...

It doesn't seem to be.

really.

Movies are always stereotyped.

Forty-five minutes later.

Gwen drove to LaGuardia Airport.

After Hawk unbuckled his seat belt, he thanked Gwen again as she stopped the car.

Gwen spoke up as Hawke was about to open the door and get out of the car, "I'm curious about something, Hawke."

Hawke, who had already opened the car door and was about to get out, turned and looked at Gwen after hearing what Gwen said.

"what?"

"If I don't accept your thanks, what will you do? Keep thanking me?"

"..."

Hawke was silenced by Gwen's question.

after awhile.

He looked at Gwen, who was smiling and seemed genuinely curious about the answer, and thought about it.

"Feel sorry?"

"..."

This time Gwen was silent.

I don't accept your thanks, so you say sorry?

...that's okay too.

Gwen's smile grew even wider, and then she looked at Hawke and said with a smile, "You thank me too many times. We are friends, and friends don't need to say thank you."

friend?

Hawke was stunned again.

Although his relationship with Gwen was slightly better than his relationship with other classmates, that was mainly because his and Gwen's physics classes overlapped, and they could be considered deskmates in physics class.

But only there.

After all, apart from physics class, he and Gwen didn't have much contact at school.

To be precise, he didn't have much contact with any of the students.

but……

Hawke didn't refute Gwen. It was impossible for Gwen to send him back and then say that they were not friends.

He still has this bit of emotional intelligence.

soon.

Hawke looked at the vehicle, which turned around on the spot after he got out, stepped on the accelerator, and then disappeared from his sight. He retracted his gaze and walked towards the temporary shelter.

At night.

Manhattan.

Goering Apartments.

Helen Stacy was at home wearing home clothes and sitting on the sofa watching the new episode of "Desperate Housewives". When she heard the door open, she turned sideways to look towards the door.

into the eye.

Sheriff George Stacy of the 19th Precinct walked in, wearing a white shirt, tie, a black suit, and a police badge on his waist.

"came back?"

"Ah."

George responded, closed the door, and looked at Helen sitting on the sofa: "Where's Gwen?"

Helen glanced towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Going back to the house."

"Oh."

George nodded, then walked upstairs. When he reached his daughter's bedroom, he knocked on the door: "Gwen."

Gwen's voice came from inside the house: "The door is unlocked, Dad."

George then opened the door.

inside the room.

Gwen, who had also changed into a cute pajamas and had her soft blonde hair draped over her shoulders, was sitting cross-legged in a chair and looked at George who came in: "Dad, what's wrong?"

George stood at the door and did not go into his daughter's bedroom. Instead, he looked at Gwen who was sitting at the desk, leaning against the door with her arms folded. He said with a smile on his face, "You don't have class this afternoon, do you?"

Gwen was stunned at first, then she reacted.

She lowered her smooth legs from the chair and stood up.

"Did someone contact you?"

"What do you think?"

George smiled and said, "You have to call me to verify, in case someone is impersonating my family member card."

Although this kind of thing is unlikely to happen.

but……

There is a saying in the Federation: You can not live, but you cannot not live.

There are people who use fake family cards to make a living, but they are very few.

However, because it involves law enforcement outside, it is not convenient to confirm in person by phone, so we always write down the license plate number and then return to the bureau to summarize and report for confirmation.

If the family card is genuine, then there is nothing wrong.

But if it is discovered that the family card is fake, that’s fine, because the license plate number is remembered anyway, and that guy can just expect to receive a dozen subpoenas a day.

The NYPD will let that guy know that there will be a price to pay for messing with them.

Gwen was speechless after hearing what George said: "Dad, I really didn't think of parking illegally. You can park in front of the court in Manhattan."

George shrugged. "I'm not interested in your illegal parking. After all, that's what the family card is for."

He's not that old-fashioned yet.

You can use the family card, just don’t use it indiscriminately.

Gwen blinked as she listened to George's words.

"then you……"

"But I'm interested in why you went to the rear district court this afternoon."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Gwen sat back in her chair and picked up the book she had just been reading. "Nothing, just sending a classmate to the court to do something."

George smiled.

"Male classmate?"

"..."

Gwen put down the book in her hand and looked at George standing at the door with a serious face: "Dad, Hawke and I are just friends."

wrong.

The guy still seemed to be resisting the fact that he was his friend.

Gwen thought to herself.

She remembered the stiff expression that flashed across Hawk's face when she sent him home in the afternoon after she said they were friends.

……

Chapter 14 The Phoenix is ​​immortal, it is just reborn!

the next day.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was Saturday, Hawke arrived at the apartment across from Queensboro Bridge Park early in the morning.

His new apartment is here.

It didn't take long to find this place.

After all, it is difficult to find a good-quality and affordable apartment, but there are still a lot of cheap apartments.

But even if it is a cheap apartment, the landlord will not rent to a minor, especially when he cannot provide any guarantor.

but……

Only after Hawke quickly stated that he had applied for independence from the court did the landlord relent.

This is not.

Hawke came early in the morning.

After seeing that Hawke had been confirmed as independent by the court, the landlord did not say much and directly signed a rental contract with Hawke. After Hawke paid half a year's rent, he left the key to the apartment to Hawke, completing the handover procedures.

After the landlord left, Hawke closed the door and looked at his new apartment.

The new apartment is also small.

To put it in an exaggerated way, it's like a box flattened by life.

Old carpet and mottled walls.

The living room is even smaller than usual. With a second-hand sofa and a folding dining table placed in it, you have to be very careful when turning around.

The same is true for the bedroom. After putting a bed in it, there is no extra space.

but……

Although the area is small, all the internal organs are there.

The most important thing.

This new apartment, like his previous one, had an emergency staircase outside the window that led directly to the rooftop terrace.

This is also why Hawke asked the landlord to give him time to deal with the court independence issue.

Again.

For an apartment that costs $700 a month, why would I need a bicycle?

Hawke spent two days cleaning and decorating his new apartment.