Batman's Owl Godfather

"Ouch!"

Katum screamed and fell before he flew far from Kamar-Taj.

He covered his stomach, his expression twisted in pain.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gu Yi walked slowly with his hands behind his back. She only took a glance and knew what was wrong with Katum.

"You ate too much."

She said, "The food in your stomach was not digested, and you flew so fast just now, and now you have gas in your stomach."

After that, Gu Yi reached out and touched Katum's stomach.

With just such a simple action, the owl's bulging stomach quickly disappeared.

"This is all your fault."

The pain in Katum's abdomen disappeared, and he said indignantly, "I didn't need such intense exercise, you stopped me by force!"

This--

Gu Yi didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It was true that she stopped Katum halfway, but wasn't the reason why the owl had gas in his stomach because he forced her to go back to Kamar-Taj?

"I don't care."

Katum said, "I have to recuperate in Kamar-Taj. I won't leave if I'm not in good health."

This look of contentment made Ancient One helpless.

Forget it, it's better this way, she thought to herself.

If an outsider from another world can stay under her nose peacefully, it can save a lot of trouble.

"Okay."

Ancient One smiled helplessly, "You want to stay in Kamar-Taj, we always welcome guests."

"That's more like it."

Katum snorted coldly, and was finally satisfied.

Then he glared at Ancient One.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Katum lay on the ground and stretched out his two wings, "Pick me up, do you think I can still fly now?"

Ancient One's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and the owl's thick skin completely exceeded her imagination.

Is it really okay for such a guy to stay in Kamar-Taj?

She couldn't come to a conclusion for the time being, so she could only sigh, pick up the owl, and take him to the practice place.

"I'm thirsty."

Katum said in Gu Yi's arms, "When we get there, pour me a glass of water."

"Don't be too much." Gu Yi said lightly.

"Are you mean to me?"

Katum showed an expression of disbelief on his face, "You stopped me halfway, I didn't do anything, but you still warned me!

"I'm so considerate, staying by your side makes you feel at ease, but you don't even want to pour me a glass of water!

"Are you really the Supreme Sorcerer? Why can you abuse others so naturally!"

The owl became more and more aggrieved, and in the end, it even looked like it was about to cry.

Gu Yi kept reciting scriptures in his heart to suppress his surging emotions.

"Okay."

She forced a smile, "What do you want to drink?"

"Tea is fine."

The owl said casually, "Add some honey by the way!"

...

"Where is your owl?"

A new morning in Queens.

The Hall family is carrying out their spy activities. Now is a very important link, that is, the family is having breakfast together happily.

At this time, Pietro was spreading butter on his bread, and then asked Bruce this question.

It has been two days since I saw the owl. Did Bruce let it go?

"He went out to play."

Bruce took a bite of the sandwich, "He is always like this, flying out for a few days for no reason, and then suddenly flying back."

"Oh~"

Pietro nodded and said casually, "That's a pity. Wanda likes your owl very much. I also want to make friends in the future and play with the owl together."

Really?

Bruce glanced at Wanda. This little girl usually showed that she was not interested in anything, but he didn't expect that she had such thoughts.

Wanda was slowly tearing the bread in her hand, and suddenly felt Bruce's gaze. She glared back, then put her hand under the table, pinched Pietro's waist and twisted it hard.

You are the one who talks too much, and you say everything.

"Hiss--"

Pietro took a breath and wanted to scream, but Wanda's hand became stronger and stronger, as if warning him not to scream.

The suppression of blood made Pietro grin and swallow the scream that was on the tip of his mouth.

"Okay, kids."

Mr. Hall on the side finally spoke, "Let's move faster. Today is your first day of school. Don't be late."

Pietro was immediately pardoned, and his body pulled to the side, escaping from Wanda's clutches.

"We will move quickly, and we will definitely not be late!"

After that, he took a big bite of the bread in his hand and never mentioned the previous topic again.

Breakfast time was over soon.

After dinner, Mr. Hall drove them to Midtown Middle School.

Pietro seemed very excited along the way. Since he became an orphan, he never thought about returning to school.

Mr. Hall drove the car and couldn't help but remind them.

"Pietro, you have to think clearly, you are not really going to school."

He said, "After entering the school, someone from SHIELD will come to inspect you soon, and then include you in the young agents. This is your real mission!"

"I know, I know!"

Pietro responded with a smile, "But I have always had a question, can children also be agents?"

"What do you think?" Mr. Hall did not answer directly, but threw the question back.

Pietro's current performance is really a bit too naive.

Did he think too highly of SHIELD?

Children's appearance is inherently deceptive. How could an agent agency ignore such a group?

SHIELD's young agents are not only not decorations, but also often perform very important tasks.

For example -

In the movie "Avengers", in the part where the heroes gather, it was a child who tricked Dr. Banner to Natasha, that is, a young agent of SHIELD.

Of course, this incident has not happened yet, and Mr. Hall cannot give this example.

But he told Pietro about the tasks performed by other young agents, which made Pietro excited and wanted to join immediately.

After saying this, Mr. Hall couldn't help but sighed--

"So you can see that SHIELD has been using children to do shameful things. They are evil, and we, Hydra, are responsible for destroying them."

"I understand!"

Pietro promised Mr. Hall with passion, "I will definitely complete Hydra's mission and let the young agents serve justice!"

"If you have this belief, then I'm relieved." Mr. Hall ended the topic with a smile.

Soon, they arrived at Midtown Middle School.

Mr. Hall took the three children to the principal's office to report. Their classes had been divided long ago.

Pietro and Wanda are still young and are in the first grade of junior high school.

Bruce is one year older than them and is in the second grade.

"I'll pick you up after school."

After completing all the formalities, Mr. Hall said goodbye to the children, "I hope you have a good first day of school!"

Then he went back.

Only three children were left, and they went to their respective classes under the guidance of their respective teachers.

Bruce's homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, a little short and fat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, friendly but with a hint of majesty.

"Your name is Bruce Wayne, right?"

She smiled and said to Bruce, "I'm your future homeroom teacher, you can call me Ms. Winnie, I'll take you to the class now!"

Bruce nodded and walked behind Ms. Winnie.

Not long after, they arrived at the class. Originally, they could hear the noisy voices in the class from the corridor.

But when Ms. Winnie appeared, the class suddenly fell into silence.

"I can hear your voices when I stand in the corridor."

Ms. Winnie said with a stern face, "Our class is the noisiest on the whole floor! Can anyone explain to me why?"

No one dared to answer Ms. Winnie's question, and the students all lowered their heads to prevent any eye contact.

Ms. Winnie stood at the door for a while, and after putting enough pressure on the students, she coughed lightly and stopped dwelling on the previous topic.

This cough was like a signal, and the students recovered from the high pressure just now and raised their heads one after another.

"Today we will have a new classmate in our class."

Ms. Winnie waved to Bruce outside the door, "Come in, Bruce!"

Bruce walked in, and the students below began to chat again.

He wrote his name on the blackboard and gave a brief self-introduction to the students.

"Just sit there."

Ms. Winnie pointed to the second to last row by the window.

Bruce walked over under the gaze of his classmates, and he sat down quietly without any eye contact with others.

Just like an ordinary shy boy.

"Okay, let's start the class next."

Ms. Winnie said this, and the topic left Bruce.

Bruce opened the book and tried to act like a good student, although he had already mastered all the knowledge of this level by reading books.

Sitting next to Bruce was a boy who looked a little thin.

He lowered his head and greeted Bruce.

"Your name is Bruce, right? My name is Peter Parker!"

"Hello, Peter Parker."

Bruce stared at the blackboard and responded to Peter's greeting casually.

"Which school did you transfer from? I mean, why did you choose our school? It's not good at all."

"This is arranged by my family."

Bruce said, "After all, they pay the tuition, so I can only do it."

"Is that so."

Peter nodded, looking like he had realized it.

But in fact, if he thought about it carefully, he would find that Bruce didn't answer anything.

He was just fooling him.

Peter seemed a little dull in terms of emotions. He didn't feel Bruce's perfunctory at all. On the contrary, he seemed to show great enthusiasm for being friends with Bruce.

Even if Bruce only responded to him one sentence at a time, he could talk non-stop.

Peter even talked about dreams soon.

"I want to be a photographer in the future."

Peter said, "I'm saving money to buy a camera. If possible, I want to take more beautiful pictures in the future."

When he said this, his eyes began to wander and he couldn't help but look at a blond girl in front of him.

When Bruce entered the class, he also saw the girl's appearance.

It was indeed beautiful, no wonder it made Peter feel wonderful.

"Her name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy."

Peter introduced himself to Bruce, "She is the best girl in our class and the most beautiful. She is my best friend. We grew up together..."

As he said this, Bruce suddenly asked, "So you like her?"

"Like? No, I'm not..."

Peter immediately denied it. He said eagerly, "How could I like her? We are just friends and have no such thoughts..."

Coward.

Bruce thought in his heart.

"But when you mentioned the beautiful scene just now, you were looking at her."

Bruce asked, "Doesn't this mean that she is the most beautiful existence in your heart."

"That's your illusion!"

Peter was already a little nervous, "I didn't say I wanted to shoot her. In fact, I wanted to shoot those superheroes, like Captain America!"

The World War II hero Captain America, whose deeds have long been drawn into comics and made into movies, is a hero that everyone in the world knows.

It is also the ceiling of heroes in people's minds.

This is actually a coincidence. There are no powerful enough heroes or enemies in the current MCU universe. Even if there is a Captain Marvel, it is a top-secret existence and ordinary people have no idea about it.

In this case, Captain America is naturally the most powerful being in people's hearts.

Being able to challenge Hydra and defeat the Red Skull alone is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Now Peter Parker is just an ordinary little boy. He never imagined that one day he would have the opportunity to have a duel with his beloved Captain America at the airport.

At this time, a voice sounded in Bruce's heart.

It's Katum.

This guy's voice sounded like he was full of food and drink, and he occasionally burped.

Bruce was curious how he could eat so well in the Middle East.

"Speaking of which, I thought of something."

Katum said, "Peter Parker is not an ordinary person. He will also be a superhero in the future, called Spider-Man."

Too?

Bruce thought to himself, are there so many superheroes in this world?

Pietro, Wanda, Peter...

Why does it seem like he can meet someone just two steps away?

"Although Peter Parker is Spider-Man, his life is not easy and he is quite poor."

Katum said, "He could only take pictures of Spider-Man in exchange for some work compensation from the newspaper."

Speaking of which, Peter Parker plays Spider-Man himself, then takes photos of himself and sells them in exchange for payment.

Why does this working model get weirder and weirder the more I think about it?

Katum thought for a while and came to a conclusion: "Spider-Man seems to be the earliest Welfare Girl?"