amaotonovel Chapter 4200 A Guide to Wandering the Galaxy (7)
Chapter 4200 A Guide to Wandering the Galaxy (7)
Chapter 4200 A Guide to Wandering the Galaxy (Part 7)
After finally managing to get all the Robins back inside, Schiller hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when something happened with Jeff the Sharkdog. Schiller was driving back to the sanatorium from the S.H.I.E.L.D. base when he happened to pass by Central Park and saw a shark fin gliding across the calm surface of the Central Park pond.
To his dismay, the foolish humans nearby screamed and ran away. Schiller was baffled: "Don't you remember this place was a pond? How could there be sharks here?!"
But then he thought, this is New York, anything is possible, and he could understand.
He walked over and stood on the shore, shouting into the water, "Jeff! Jeff! Come up!!!"
The shark fin swayed and floated towards him, then with a "whoosh," a small blue shark jumped up and used its whirlwind water-splashing skill to successfully splash all the water off Schiller.
Schiller raised his arm to shield himself, but inevitably got his clothes wet. He flicked Jeff's forehead with his finger, but Jeff didn't seem to notice, still grinning happily and sticking out his tongue.
Since his clothes were already wet, Schiller simply picked Jeff up and carried him away. Jeff's four short legs were still flailing in the air. Unfortunately, like a seal, Jeff couldn't hang himself; he had no neck, and once his waist was held, he couldn't exert any strength, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get free.
As soon as Schiller returned, he saw another creature that couldn't hang itself, Pikachu. As he went to the bathroom to find a towel, he turned back and said, "Why are you back? Did the Guardians of the Galaxy finally fire you?"
“What?” Pikachu said irritably, “I stopped working with them a long time ago. I have my own career.”
“He’s always running around outside like a madman.” Schiller shook his head, took a thick bath towel from the bathroom, and began to dry Jeff off. Jeff seemed to think it was a game and started kicking the towel with his short legs.
"Hey, Jeff! Stop it, you bad dog!"
The most terrifying thing was that Schiller's pet black cat, the Flerken Tolik, also heard the commotion and rushed into the bathroom. At that moment, Jeff turned to look at the door, and as soon as Tolik saw his sharp teeth, it immediately activated its Spinosaurus form and swallowed Jeff whole with a roar.
"Oh my god, Tolik, throw it up!" Schiller picked up the cat and shook his neck, saying, "Throw it up, you bad cat!"
"Haha," Pikachu gloated from the side, "Now you know who's the least troublesome, right?"
While inducing Tolik to vomit, Schiller said, "Don't think I don't know where the New York cheesecake that Wanda sent over the day before yesterday that I put in the refrigerator is?"
"I don't know, I'm just a bad mouse. Hiccup!"
In Spider-Man's base in Queens, Peter took the takeout from Miles, who then removed his gloves. Polaris, standing nearby, looked on with surprise and asked, "Why are you wearing gloves? And these rubber kitchen gloves at that?"
“Because I don’t want spider silk to get the food dirty,” Miles shrugged. “When I was working as a delivery driver, people questioned this before, so ever since then, if I need to swing food around, I wear gloves.”
“You’re quite thoughtful,” Polaris praised.
"But in reality, it only serves as a psychological comfort, because my web shooter is worn outside my gloves." Miles walked over and unpacked the takeout.
Polaris sat down on the sofa, opened a can of soda, looked around the room, and said, "This place looks a bit old. How did you find it?"
“This has always been my base,” Peter said. “I’ve been here preparing equipment and collecting data since I started as Spider-Man, and now I’m passing it on to Miles. But I still come back occasionally to make some gadgets.”
"I understand, a man needs his own space, right?"
“It’s not what you think. Gwen knows about this place too, and she comes here occasionally.”
"What are you here for? To clean?"
"What's wrong with you, Lorna?" Peter asked Polaris, puzzled. "Did someone say anything to you? What triggered you?"
“You asked me who I’m going to invite to the wedding, and I thought you were the kind of traditional man,” Polaris said. “Marriage is a symbol of tradition, after all.”
“That’s proof of our love!” Peter muttered a couple of words of dissatisfaction, but he knew that the two of them couldn’t agree on this topic, so he simply skipped it.
Miles looked between the two of them, shook his head, and said, "All I know is that love and marriage are games for you rich people. Right now, I just hope the money from this operation can help me pay next month's rent."
“I don’t have much money either,” Polaris said. “Fortunately, I can still go back to live at the university. Thank you, Professor.”
They took out the fried chicken delivery, and Miles rubbed his hands together and said, "This is the best fried chicken in our area. Big Mac's fried chicken is top-notch. You haven't tried it yet, have you? Come and have a taste."
Peter glanced at Polaris but didn't see anything. He still opened the package, and golden-brown, crispy fried chicken appeared before him. They then forgot about their previous conversation, each opened a soft drink, and began to feast.
"It's a pity there's no alcohol," Polaris sighed. "A few cans of ice-cold beer would be the perfect treat right now."
“That won’t do,” Peter said. “We need to learn the basics of piloting a spaceship and discuss our teammates. If we’re drunk, we won’t be able to do any of that.”
“Okay, okay,” Polaris waved her hand. Peter noticed a hint of frustration on her face as she tilted her head back to drink her beverage.
So he tried to speak like Dr. Schiller, saying, "We have plenty of time tonight, there's no need to rush. We can talk about the team members while we eat."
"Who do you want to choose?" Miles asked, holding up a chicken wing.
“I think we can choose one more,” Peter said. “On the way back, I looked at the section on spaceship piloting in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Most spaceships have manual piloting systems that only require three people, and the third person can handle other tasks. That spaceship isn’t big, so five people would be a bit too cramped.”
"Okay, you're the boss, you make the decisions."
“I’m thinking of finding a Robin,” Peter said. “Our team is lacking a strategist, so I’m thinking of finding Tim. What do you think?”
“If you’re looking for Robin, I have someone in mind,” Polaris said. “Jason Todd, one of the few survivors after the Big Bang during the last multiverse war, who calls himself an Arkham Knight.”
“I think I heard you mention it,” Peter said. “You were blown to bits, but he survived, and you two even went to the dream dimension together. This guy has incredible willpower.”
"Why don't you say that I survived without a physical body and that I'm very strong?" Polaris said subconsciously, but she quickly fell silent, as if she knew that her reaction was a bit too extreme.
“I’m not denying that, ma’am. I’m just saying that his physical body was, after all, just an ordinary person. It’s truly remarkable that he survived such an explosion. As for you, who have no physical body but can still survive in a mental state, that’s beyond my comprehension. I have no way to comment on it.”
"So you think he's good?" Miles took a bite of his chicken leg and said, "Then let's choose him."
"Why?" Peter asked Miles.
“It’s easier to talk to someone we know,” Miles replied simply. “If we find someone none of the three of us know, the atmosphere will inevitably be awkward, and we don’t have much time to work things out.”
Peter agreed, saying, "Okay, Lorna, why don't you go and contact him?"
Polaris wiped her mouth, stood up, and went to get her phone. As she turned away, Miles gave Peter a wink, and Peter took out his phone and started texting as well.
"Who are you trying to tip off?" Polaris's voice came through the phone. Peter threw the phone away with a "thud," and Miles jumped straight up to the ceiling.
“Sorry, just kidding,” Polaris turned around and waved to them.
Miles swallowed hard, and Peter took a deep breath, turning back to look at Polaris and saying, "Lorna, I think we need to talk."
Polaris ignored him, so he continued, "I think you have some mental issues. If you insist on refusing to communicate, then I'll have to tell a psychologist..."
"Alright, but I'm not going to talk about this in your childish way."
"Where are you going?"
"Come with me."
Ten minutes later, the group arrived at a secluded and quiet bar. They sat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Miles seemed to be trying this kind of cocktail for the first time, constantly poking at the ice with the straw.
Peter and Polaris seemed much more experienced. Polaris sat sideways, one elbow propped on the table, fiddling with her hair; while Peter added a few more ice cubes to his drink and took a sip.
"I don't know how to put it, but in short, well... Shockwave proposed to me."
Peter nearly spat out his drink. He looked at Polaris and said, "So you're still not satisfied with what I said about marriage..."
"First of all, I have no complaints; secondly, does he mean I have to marry him just because he proposed?"
"Isn't that a clear contradiction of yours? I mean, you don't think you want to marry him, which is why you're unhappy that I brought up marriage, but you also say you're not unhappy. That's a logical contradiction."
“Humans are contradictory,” Polaris said. “I have no complaints about you, and I can understand why you would say such things, because you are a married man, and at least it seems that your marriage is happy.”
"What's wrong with that? I know there are many unhappy marriages, and I know the reasons for unhappiness in marriage may not even lie with the two people who got married, but I can't be a liar just to appease the majority. Gwen and I have always had a good relationship, and I'm happy to use marriage as a metaphor for certain things, which are usually positive."
"for example?"
"For example, I'm really worried about your relationship status. If you were to get married, it would be a huge mess. You know you're mutants. I don't mean to discriminate against mutants, but your father is Magneto. The level of power conflict in a fight is a bit too high. I'm worried for New York."
"You're making too many assumptions. Putting aside whether I'll get married or not, we might not even fight at the wedding. My father might not even intervene, and even if he does, he might not be able to destroy the whole of New York."
Peter looked at her speechlessly, and could only comment, "Well, you're quite optimistic."
"Okay, let's get down to business. He proposed to me."
"And what about you? What do you think?"
“I was very angry, so I had a big fight with him.”
“Uh, you don’t want to get married, right?” Peter said, choosing his words as gently as possible. “That guy picked the wrong time and didn’t consider your feelings, which is really not good.”
“No, that’s not what I’m angry about,” Polaris said. “I know he likes me a lot, he wants to start a family with me, and actually I like him too, but…”
"but what?"
"I don't know, do you think I'm a lot like Wanda?"
(End of this chapter)