This chapter contains # BattleUp, # Hammerbase, # Shieldme, # Fake Bugme

"Hello, Mr. Ex-boyfriend!" Little Spider's mouth raised a trace of pride, and called Hank sarcastically.

The two of them didn't speak until the elevator arrived and they walked in. When the elevator door closed and went down, Hank said: "I can see that you like him, but you guys really don't match. Don't provoke him, stay away from him."

"Don't match?

What do you mean?

I think the secretary brother is a good match for me, and he also likes me, and has always taken special care of me! "

Little Spider turned sideways and stared at Hank's face carefully, then shook his head and said: "Blue eyes again … I think you should stay away from him, the person he called a bastard is not me."

"This is called fun, how would a little brat like you understand."

The elevator finally reached the first floor under their open and covert struggle.

"I am indeed younger than you, but I am not a little brat who doesn't know anything," Little Spider had a smirk on his face, pulled his backpack to show his age, and said: "And I am young, my stamina is definitely better than yours, so you don't have to worry about our happiness!

I won't see you off, Mr. Ex-boyfriend! "

Fortunately, I didn't see this drama, otherwise, seventeen or eighteen question marks would have popped up above my head.

Hello？

Excuse

Me？

One of you is a Double couplet, the other is a X-men, can't you do something serious like Team America?

*

After sending them off with great difficulty, and since I didn't have to go to work, I slumped on the sofa at home for a while. Then I remembered the express delivery box sent by Little Spider. I opened it and found that it was actually a gift from Mr. Weyne.

Isn't he too careless?

I am a spy sent by him for Double couplet, and he actually sent it to me so openly. Isn't he afraid that I will be killed if my identity is exposed?

When I looked down, it was actually a bottle of soil.

“.....”

What does this mean? Is it to warn me of the danger of the mission and to prepare to be buried at any time, or is it to hint that I will have to eat soil next month if I don't get a salary?

It was too inauspicious. He wanted to throw it away immediately.

He really should have given me a branded watch. That way, it would have a deeper meaning. Not only could he express his intention to send me off, but he could also say next year, 'I bought a watch last year' to scold me. At the critical moment, I could even sell it for money.

He saw a small label on the bottle, which read:

From

M.A.R.S.

It turned out that they were from Mars.

Alright then, it seemed that Lady Boss had brought Mr. Weyne up into the sky to stand side by side with the Sun. She also stopped on Mars for a stroll, dug up some soil, and sent it to me.

I opened the bottle cap and took a sniff. Tsk, it really exuded the sour smell of love. I, a single dog, was so envious.

Did they see Mr. Weyne's neighbor, Mr. Dazed Cute, on Mars?

*

The next morning at 7: 30, I was awakened by the doorbell punctually.

As expected, when he opened the door, he saw Mr. Stevie's youthful figure. But today, there was another acquaintance, Little Spider, Mr. Peter Parker.

"…" These two freeloaders, looks like I have to make breakfast for one more person today.

"Good morning!

Big Brother Secretary! "

Little Spider pounced on me and gave me a warm hug under Team America's gaze. He took off his shoes and ran into the living room. He put the paper bag in his hand on the dining table, "I brought breakfast for you!

Aunt May made it herself. It's really delicious. Big Brother Secretary, come and try it! "

I saw that Mr. Stevie was also holding a bag of things in his hands. It couldn't be a coincidence that it was also food, right? I asked him, "You didn't bring breakfast too, right?"

He smiled gently and nodded, "I just came back from a mission. I was a bit hungry, so I wanted to buy some to eat with you. Who knew that I would meet this kid downstairs."

I led them to the dining table. Mr. Stevie habitually sat opposite me. Little Spider very clingily chose the seat next to me.

Team America then asked me with concern, "Are you okay?

Yesterday's mission was completed with X-men. "My heart skipped a beat. So Hank's phone kept ringing yesterday because he had a mission. I just didn't expect them to meet again so soon," The person we met that day was actually X-men's Beast. We've seen him before, but we've never seen him in his original form.

He didn't do anything to you, right? "

"Of course I'm fine. What could he do to me?" I pretended to be calm and answered him. I hoped that Little Spider wouldn't say anything.

But how could this kid not make me worry?

"Are you talking about the ex-boyfriend from yesterday?"

Little Spider took out a lot of things from the paper bag and placed them on the table in front of me. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked me, "Was the shirt he was wearing yesterday Big Brother Secretary's?

You look very familiar to me!

I'll get it back for you another day! "I can't give him another chance to get close to Big Brother Secretary!

Without waiting for me to answer, Mr. Stevie pretended to be calm and asked in a deep voice, "You let him sleep here for the night?" No wonder that person was so late yesterday.

Why did his tone sound like he was interrogating an underage brother who was caught messing around?

I felt a bit guilty. After all, I did have sex with Hank that night, and I was the one who initiated it.

I subtly lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him. I casually found an excuse and answered in a barely audible voice, "He drank too much and couldn't walk, so he slept on the sofa for the whole night."

"He said he slept on the bed for the first half of the night!" Little Spider's tone was filled with dissatisfaction, as if he was complaining to Team America about my bad behavior.

This damned child really bluntly blurted it out!

After he said that, I made a prompt decision and glared at the table full of food. I didn't dare to look at Team America again.

I could feel that he was still staring at me, but I didn't realize the hidden anger in his eyes and the decision he made in his heart at that moment.

I was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand and secretly rejoiced that he didn't ask any more questions.

During breakfast, other than Little Spider who was chattering non-stop, Mr. Stevie and I didn't talk much.

I only realized something was wrong when it was almost night time. Because Mr. Stevie didn't talk to me at breakfast, he didn't talk to me at all for the whole day.

Could it be … he's really angry?

Looking at Mr. Stevie who claimed to be very tired after doing an overnight mission and slept on my bed for the whole day, I made a decision: I have to coax him!

Otherwise, this will turn into a major crisis in my career!

I didn't dare to disturb Mr. Stevie who was still sleeping, so I quietly went out to buy groceries and come back to cook something good to feed him.

But tragically, before I even reached the supermarket, I was knocked out from behind in a small alley.

*

Actually, I didn't even know how I fainted, I just suddenly lost consciousness.

I didn't feel any pain, nor did I smell any anesthetics.

Vaguely, I could feel my body moving, and my consciousness was gradually returning.

She couldn't have been kidnapped, could she?

Then the kidnappers were too blind. I was a typical example of someone who was born in an orphanage with a tragic background. My adoptive parents adopted me and gave birth to a son and a daughter. Although they weren't harsh on me, I was just an ordinary person. I didn't starve or freeze, I just ate and drank. Who would be willing to pay for me?

On second thought, could it be that my identity as a spy was discovered by the Double couplet, and now they want to kill me?

I was full of worry as I analyzed the situation and the possibility of saving myself, until I felt my body being placed on the ground.

I tried to open my eyes and sat up, I found myself in the depths of a dark alley.

I raised my head and looked up. The man who dragged me into the dark alley was wearing a black slim-fit suit. His two-meter-long legs and slender waist really made my heart beat faster.

I wanted to kneel under his suit pants and lick him … (I want to control myself) … add more food, measure his clothes, and polish his shoes.

I squinted my eyes and swallowed my saliva, then raised my head and looked up again. His shoulder-length hair had a lot of big waves. Although it was a little oily, as if he hadn't washed it for a few days, it didn't matter. He had a handsome face, and everything else could be ignored.

Damn, isn't that Loki?

When I realized what I had seen, I fainted on the spot.

If he were to read what I was thinking, then I would be done for. My life would be over.

Before I could finish lamenting how unfortunate life was, Loki clicked his tongue and impatiently patted my cheek to wake me up.

"You are the secretary that the Double couplet arranged for my brother?" The Evil God was different. He was good-looking, not pretentious, and straightforward.

I was worried that he would read my mind, so I kept praising him in my head.

"Yes, but Mr. Thor isn't on Earth. I am Captain America's temporary secretary now." I had to tell the truth to save my life.

Loki cracked a smile. He bent down and extended his right hand. He pulled me up from the ground like a gentleman and patted the dust off my body. He said, "He went to the Nine Lands to fight with the three trashes of Immortal Palace and Sif. He will be back the day after tomorrow. Go to the Double couplet and arrange a party to welcome him. The more lively, the better!"

He was such a virtuous brother. He deserved praise!

In order to prevent him from reading my mind, I had to continue praising him.

"Oh, by the way, he likes to eat the hamburgers sold by the fast food restaurant next to Boston Road Park. Let's hold the party there. Don't tell him that I said it!" Loki patted my shoulder and turned around to hit the wall of the dark alley.

Then, he disappeared in a flash of green light.

I knocked on the solid wall and sighed. Why was it built here? It was the older brother of the nine and three-quarters platform wall at King's Cross Railway Station in England.

Just when I was glad that I saved my life and wanted to turn around and leave, there was a knocking sound from the wall. It seemed to be responding to me.

Could it be Loki again?

I didn't even think about it. I just felt that it was my duty to play with my boss, Thor's brother, so I imitated the rhythm of the wall and knocked once.

After a while, the bricks on the wall split apart like a mechanism that had been unlocked.

A man with gray hair and slicked-back hair stumbled out of the wall and fell into my arms.

He was holding a small black wooden stick with silver edges in his hand. It looked like a magic wand, but there were some obvious cracks on it.

He was wearing a black overcoat that went over his knees. The sleeves and hem of his coat were open, revealing his pure white inner lining.

Under the light of the setting sun, the golden threads in the cashmere fabric flickered and looked very noble.

The three-piece suit inside the overcoat had a special double lapel style. The soft shirt sewn with red silk thread was fastened with a scorpion collar pin inlaid with emerald. This should be the outfit of New York in the 1920s.

Did this person go to a magic-themed masquerade party and accidentally get locked into the wall by Loki?

To be continued

Intimate Guide to this chapter:

1. Blue Eyes: Team America, Hank, and so on. Many actors have blue eyes, but Little Spider's eyes are brown.

2. Dazed Cutie on Mars: Please see 'Mars Rescue'. Also, Dazed Cutie and Big Ben were neighbors since they were young.

3. Loki's Black Suit: Please see Thor 3 Loki's outfit.

4. Loki's Mind Reading: Please see Thor 3 Loki read the Valkyrie's memory.

5. The Three Wastes of the Immortal Palace: Thor's three good brothers, the Three Warriors of the Immortal Palace.

6. King's Cross Railway Station: Please see the Harry Potter series.