Chapter six hundred and ninety eight superstitious fairy tales
When the orange-red afternoon sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and shone on the Italian sofa in Wanda’s high-rise apartment in Manhattan, the Maximov siblings were reunited again. The distance from the Avengers base to Manhattan is
Pietro, who has been trained, doesn't have a long eye. He just found an excuse to buy candy and disappeared from Agent Hill's surveillance. Little did he know that the vending machines in the base actually had all kinds of candy, and he could still do it.
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This meeting was not as tense as the last time. Instead, it returned to the atmosphere of a long-lost family gathering. Things about the Immortal City and the Avengers were forgotten by the two Maximovs.
Wanda proposed to cook Pietro a meal without using magic, so that her brother could see her progress outside of magic. Pietro was worried about this. As far as he knew, Wanda's only dining experience was in a foreign country.
In order to grab the position of a French chip shop opened by someone else, Wanda had to work as both a cashier and a cook. The only thing she learned was how to take change from the cashier without being discovered, and that was only potato chips.
How long will Pietro have to stay in the oil pan? Every cooking experience after leaving the castle is a challenge for her, especially after learning alchemy from Salomon, Pietro is even more worried that she will use some magic
The herbs were thrown into the pot. After all, he had personally heard Salomon teach her which herbs could be used in cooking.
He was still smiling stupidly at that time, but little did he know that that day would determine the current outcome, which gave him a new understanding of the so-called fate. Pietro glanced at the dangling earring hanging on Wanda's earlobe.
It was exquisite jewelry made of gold and rubies. Without anyone explaining, he knew where the jewelry came from. It was the same source as this apartment, these furniture, and even Wanda's clothes.
He looked around and after repeatedly confirming that there were only traces of Wanda's life here, he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't mind Salomon and Wanda dating, but the information he knew showed that Salomon already had a partner, silly sister
Wanda's wishful thinking would only lead to resentment. He planned to find an opportunity to talk to Wanda about this matter, but not today. He accidentally said the wrong thing when they were on a mission together a few days ago, and Wanda's face became quite ugly.
Today is a family gathering, there is no need to mention unhappy things.
"This is skullcap, an herb. Don't bother me with the stew, Pietro, this is the dish I learned with the mystics of Karma Taj. I tasted it once and it tasted good. Here are the figs, which I plan to give to you."
Make a salad. Figs are also magic ingredients, so don’t touch them."
Hearing Wanda say this, Pietro was a little panicked, especially when he saw the exquisite paintings of landscapes and figures on the bread baked by Wanda, the fairy tales he had heard when he was a child surged out of his mind. Now.
His sister is not an ordinary person, but a witch from fairy tales, just like Baba Yaga! With so many magic herbs mixed together, he might turn into a teapot or tableware after eating it! Pietro doesn’t know his own
Superstition has transcended regions and copyrights, from Slavic fairy tales to Western European fairy tales, from folk tales to Disney. He rolled his eyes, trying to find a topic to distract his sister so that he could use his extremely fast superpower
Throw those things off the balcony.
"Maybe we shouldn't eat barracuda."
"I will not resurrect the barracudas I bought from the supermarket and put them back. I guarantee that the barracudas will not fulfill any of their wishes. Don't be so superstitious, brother." [Note 1]
"Okay, let's change the topic. Speaking of which, aren't you proud that we unearthed a mystery that went back hundreds of years, my sister? You found out the truth about the Poleledore Haunted House! Although
You just took a walk by the river, but you still did it!"
"We finally called the police." Wanda did not raise her head, but concentrated on taking the blanched meat out of the pot for later use. There was no proud expression at all that Pietro wanted to see, "This matter is not ours.
We just did some small things to solve it."
"But the skeleton you want was dug out by me! Have you forgotten? My shoes are soaked!" Pietro pretended to casually walk to the pot. He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.
His face was full of dissatisfaction. He quietly tried his ability, and then he was very sure that he would not be burned by the pot, because his speed superpower slowed down the transfer of heat to his fingers. Salo
The physics books he brought when he was in the castle allowed him to understand the principles involved. He just wanted to try whether the theory would be wrong first - he would never be superstitious about books. This did not mean that he had the freedom to despise authority.
school spirit, but because he has never practiced physics and has a natural distrust of knowledge learned from books rather than from reality. Until Salomon appeared, he only accepted
He received the most basic general education, and almost all his experiences were learned from life. If it weren’t for Wanda’s persuasion and the kind-hearted people he met, he might not have been able to get access to books, and then completely become a standard worker in war-torn areas.
illiteracy.
"This is not what my super power is for. Without you, this matter will never be solved."
"The function of your super power is to run to the town to call the police after digging out the skeleton, and bring the priest here to make him forget that we were here." Wanda said with a smile. She picked up the knife and started cutting vegetables.
, the sound of the sharp kitchen knife cutting on the chopping board gave Pietro goosebumps, just like when he was standing in the shallow river, slowly digging out the skeletons from the sand with his hands that were almost broken at the touch of a touch.
Same. It's not that he has never seen dead people. When the Sokovia incident occurred, no matter how hard he tried, rescue would be delayed. However, just seeing and touching with his own hands are not exactly the same concept, not to mention that it was still 700 people.
Dead people from years ago.
Thinking of this, Pietro shuddered again.
The witch raised the corners of her mouth happily. She quietly blew upwards and lifted her carefully trimmed forehead hair to express her mood. "When you brought the priest out of the church, his expression was so real.
It’s so ridiculous! He prayed several times, and I never thought someone could speak so fast.”
"I hope your magic won't leave any lasting effects after messing with his brain."
"I have already compensated him. All the paranormal enthusiasts in London will gather in his chapel to buy his nonsense book. Before that, maybe we were the only two who bought his masterpiece.
Pietro.”
"Speaking of which, what happened to the skeleton?"
"The skeleton has been burned under surveillance. You don't have to worry about evil spirits coming into your dreams."
"Ghost, are you sure I am afraid of this kind of thing? Shouldn't you be worried about this kind of thing? Oh... you are a witch!"
"I am a witch and we are brother and sister. Of course I know what you are thinking." The witch snorted, "Retract your hands from the snake meat and don't disturb my cooking. I guarantee you won't die after eating it.
If you touch my pot again, I will turn you into a mouse, and then there will be one more mouse with super powers in the world."