"Doctor! Doctor! Let me hide!"
Peter Parker's young, high-pitched, even thunderous rumbling shout came from the door, and even the flames of the fireplace were swayed left and right by the cold wind brought by him when he rushed in, as if they were about to be extinguished.
Already.
The young man squeezed in through the crack in the door. He quickly took out a "Not Acceptable" sign from the shoe cabinet next to him and hung it on the hook outside the door. Then he stretched out his arm and pressed the transponder beside the door.
With the button on the far left, the rolling shutter outside the gate slowly came down.
The room was dim with only the light of the fireplace, and it seemed as if it had suddenly turned dark. Peter's movements were so fast that the other three had no time to stop him, but what he did next was even more incomprehensible.
Peter walked through the living room as quickly as possible and came to the deep kitchen. He took out a bottle of Scotch whiskey from under the cabinet on the far left, poured himself a finger-sized amount from the crystal cup next to it, and raised his head.
It was poured into the mouth like medicine.
Then, he stood next to the island and let out a long breath. The three people sitting by the fireplace all opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen some kind of fleeing but dying monster. They were shocked, confused, and curious.
There was some cautious hesitation.
What troubles in the world can Spider-Man drink to relieve his worries? No one can even ask this question, because it sounds like the death knell of the world's destruction and the warning of a flood.
"Sorry, but I need some courage."
Peter was speaking while inhaling, and he pushed his nose upwards vigorously. He looked completely unaccustomed to the alcohol, grinning from the heat, and then showed a paralyzed daze.
"Shocking," Schiller commented, crossing one leg over the other and putting his hands on his knees.
"You want to say you're an adult." Steve said before Peter could say anything, and then continued: "But none of us are going to say you can't drink. All we want to know is why you drink."
Peter leaned his waist against the island platform as if he had lost all his strength. He leaned his upper body sideways on the fallen surface and let out a mournful cry, like a bird that fell headfirst in a wheat field.
"My carelessness caused Gwen to substitute for another one of her own, which was discovered by George, so I had to explain it to him instead of letting Gwen face it alone."
"Gwen Spider-Man chased me all the way and wanted to beat me up, but she was not the point at all. How on earth was I going to talk to George? He would definitely say that I led Gwen astray."
"I think you can figure it out..."
"The problem is that it is! If she hadn't fallen in love with me, then she wouldn't have known other Spider-Man, and she wouldn't have risked her life to help Gwen Spider-Man earn credits!"
Peter turned himself over like a pancake, lying face down on the island table, tilting his head so that half of his cheeks were in close contact with the cold magnet table, so as to relieve the burning sensation caused by the alcohol.
"Why don't you say that the dinosaurs became extinct because you were not born 66 million years ago?" Stark said angrily.
But Peter suddenly froze, and then let out a louder wail, and said: "Why wasn't I born sixty-six million years ago? Then I could solve the problem of the extinction of the dinosaurs and the problems I face now."
Trouble!"
Schiller only found it a bit funny. Spider-Man was often trapped in various similar troubles due to his excessive moral standards. The fundamental reason was that Peter Parker simply did not have the concept of "passing the buck" in his mind.
word.
"I'm afraid turning into a dinosaur won't solve the trouble you're facing, Peter." Schiller said rather tactfully, and Peter really didn't need more people to remind him to face reality.
"But you can let me..."
"It allows you to escape temporarily, 'temporarily'." Schiller bit the last word hard, crossed his elbows over the back of the sofa and looked at Peter.
Peter slowly stood up from the island table, and walked back to the fireplace in three steps. He did not move a chair for himself, but sat directly between Schiller and Stark's sofa.
He fell on the ground at the corner and grabbed his hair with both hands, looking anxious and irritable.
"I suggest you consider my previous suggestion, Peter." Schiller proposed again, and then added: "I stick to my opinion. If there is a more shocking fact in front of George, then you will be able to get through it smoothly.
Get through this difficult time.”
"But George already knows that Gwen is..."
"But he doesn't know yet about the rumors between you and Tony, or there may be some rumors between Gwen and Tony, or there may be some between Tony and Steve, there may be some between you and Tony, Tony and Gwen...
Anyway, you all can have some rumors among yourself, and believe me, it's much more impactful than Spider-Man or something."
"Oh, God!"
Stark pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, as if to put a film on the chair, and then disappeared into the room, but he couldn't leave yet. He stared at Schiller and asked.
"You swear this is the first time you have thought of it. It is a sudden inspiration and a joke. It is definitely not a feasible part of a plan that may be put into practice in the past, and it will not be in the future..."
"It's a pity." Schiller handed Peter a biscuit and said: "It was premeditated, thought over and over, and the most feasible part of a plan that should have been put into practice long ago - if you still
There is no legal meaning of disclosing a spouse."
"What's wrong with this world?" Stark began to roll his eyes again, and dug his fingers into his cheek flesh, muttering vaguely: "Why can't you still give a lonely prodigal time to be alone?"
"People assign the meaning of beauty to a certain aspect of social life. If you don't appreciate it, then they will kick you out, which is fair," Schiller said with a smile.
Stark turned his eyes to look at him and said: "You haven't said anything so philosophical in a long time, but you are still full of nonsense and always trying to pollute my brain."
"Peter, I think you should go, because George is about to get off work, and there is no chance of you turning into a dinosaur yet." Steve glanced at Peter, then straightened up and pointed at the stone on the surface of the island.
bottle of wine, and said: "But before you leave, you can have some more courage and don't drink too much."
"No." Peter got up from the ground on his hands and knees. He covered his head and said, "That was just a joke. Courage does not come from industrial brewing. What if I leave the impression of an alcoholic on George?"
George will kill me faster than that Cretaceous asteroid."
Peter sighed deeply. There was a deep sadness on his face that had shaken off the immaturity of his boyhood. It also added some mature charm to his always cheerful and energetic youthful temperament. Stark encouraged: "
Stay as you are and George will understand you."
"God bless, it's best." Peter said as he walked towards the door, but he had just stood up too quickly, and the alcohol that had not been fully digested rushed to his forehead, so that when another black figure came out of the portal
When he hit the ground, his weak spider sense failed to stop him from continuing to move forward.
The two collided head-on, and there was a "bang". Peter was fine. The other figure covered his nose and sat on the ground. When he heard the pain, Peter almost jumped up as if there were thorns under his feet.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry! I was walking without looking at the road. Are you okay, Loki?"
Loki stood up from the ground, rubbed his nose and forehead vigorously, and said: "Why do I always have to bump into something every time I appear in front of Tony Stark, but he can handle it?"
Sitting far away and laughing at it all with his idiotic laugh?"
Then, he waved to Peter to indicate that he was fine and told Peter to go ahead and do whatever he wanted. After Peter left, Loki walked to the fireplace and put his elbow on the top of the fireplace, and asked: "Is there any wine?"
Schiller put down the coffee cup and stood up. He took a bottle of tequila from the wine rack under the cupboard and poured it into the bottom of the cup. Then he turned around to find ice cubes. As he shoveled the ice, he said, "It seems like every time you come to me
Everyone here looks sad."
"Would anyone walk into a psychiatrist's consulting room laughing?" Rocky said sarcastically, "Then he should see a psychiatrist."
"What's wrong with you? Who provoked you again? Is it Thor, your brother or the God-King of Asgard?"
"It just so happened that it wasn't him this time." Loki sneered, and then the same sadness as Peter's just now appeared on his face, and he said: "But he is not completely innocent, it is Frigga."
But then Steve laughed out loud. Loki and Stark looked at him together. Steve covered his mouth with his hand and said: "I guess you haven't paid attention to our animal friends recently.
Spider-Pig, Pikachu, and the raccoon got to play together, and they also brought Loki the Crocodile with them."
"I guess the reason why you hid on Earth in a hurry is the same as Loki the Crocodile." Steve raised his eyes and looked at Loki and said, "Frigga is urging you to get married."
"Perfect reasoning." Loki commented sincerely, and then said in a tone of despair: "Frigga defeated Odin. Of course, this is the result of my plan. I think she will always
He would be a little stronger than the Father of the Gods, but I overlooked a fact, a very important fact."
"There are several Lokis in Asgard now, and after Frigga interrogated them one by one, she found that Loki's marriage rate is pitifully low, especially compared to Thor, most Lokis don't even fall in love.
There are even those who live alone for the rest of their lives.”
"This fact made Frigga feel very panicked. She thought that if I couldn't get enough love from the big family with the Father of the Gods, then I should at least form a small family of my own to get enough love from my family.
.”
"Then, she adopted an extremely ancient and traditional way to choose the person of my choice - blind date."
Stark covered his eyes, but Steve said: "Are you referring to social activities? This is normal. For young people with a narrow social network, social activities are a good way to get to know the opposite sex.
, Paige and I met during a military fellowship."
"No, it's not the kind of party where a group of people sit together, drink, chat and play games. It's even older than that." Loki shook his head.
"Is it one-on-one? That's a bit embarrassing indeed." Although Stark said this, his expression was obviously gloating. He raised his tone a little more and said: "You must use your sharp words and smart words."
Doesn’t the mind make every blind date give up when faced with difficulties?”
But who knows, Loki shook his head again, stretched out two fingers and pinched them together and said: "It's still a little bit more ancient."
At this time, neither of the two people sitting next to the sofa knew what Loki was referring to. Loki sighed deeply and then said.
"It's simple - I find a place to hide, and whoever can defeat the other stalkers and find me wins."
This chapter has been completed!