Miss Belle de Teffolle-Pique from France is just nineteen years old. She has a house, a car, money, a figure, a good look, a brain, and a mysterious background that her wealthy neighbors on Manhattan's Upper East Side can't figure out.

But her neighbors can't be blamed for that. Please, please, she is a traverser, how can she expect a group of ordinary people, even if they are very rich, to understand the life experience of a traverser. No, they certainly can't, not even S.H.I.E.L.D., which once thought they were omnipotent in heaven and earth. Fortunately, they learned to specialize in the arts, and fortunately, although S.H.I.E.L.D. has gained some exciting new forces after experiencing the extermination strike, fortunately, the person in the new forces who is especially suitable to investigate Belle is just idle and boring and needs to exercise. So, one sunny afternoon, young Miss Wanda Maximov and Belle sat in the same café.

The first contact between the two young ladies ended with Wanda's complete defeat. She originally wanted to simply walk over and touch the other party casually, so that she could easily get the information she wanted with the help of her ability to read memories. But in fact, when she pretended to pass by Belle's side, her left hand swept over Belle's arm very "inadvertently", she couldn't read anything.

It's like a daily physical contact where nothing happens, and it's really scary. The last time something like this happened was in the face of the robot Ultron.

So the inability to read memories either means that Miss Belle is a lifelike robot created using super technology that was 10,000 years ahead of Tony Stark. Or, she's a creature, a creature with a powerful ability to fight, and even restrain Vanda.

Wanda's shock was reflected in the horror that she knocked over the coffee cup in her hand, and the hot coffee was about to spill on Belle, and Wanda couldn't help but scream.

Still nothing happened, the coffee didn't spill, and Wanda's screams didn't seem to get out. The man with glasses next to him was still tapping on the computer, the two men in suits not far away were still whispering Internet thinking, and the barista brother was still pretending to be busy, sneaking a glance at Belle from time to time.

Belle looked up at Wanda and smiled like a spring breeze.

"Sit down, Miss Maximov, since you're here, why don't you have a good chat."

It wasn't until Wanda sat down in resignation that Belle had the first chance to look at the famous Scarlet Witch head-on. Belle had long known that she had traveled to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so it was impossible for the Wanda Maximov in front of her to be Magneto's daughter, the omega-class mutant who almost wiped out her own kind in excitement, just a poor child who had been transformed and used by evil scientists.

This is probably Belle's luck. After all, compared with the superheroes in the comic book world, these handsome men and women in the movie universe with the stylist's carefully designed outfits are undoubtedly much more eye-catching. In addition to her own unique conditions, the slightly gothic Wanda in front of her is obviously also taken extra care by the stylist.

"Maybe I should try black nail polish too?" Belle said, taking Wanda's pale hand. It has to be said that the black nail polish is perfect for her pale complexion.

This time Wanda was only slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure and even laughed. She believed that this French lady was indeed a living human being, and she was also convinced that the other party could indeed resist her telepathy and memory reading abilities. Through this touch, Belle allows Wanda to enter her consciousness, only to find out that what the other party is thinking is actually ......

"Oh my God, you think I like Clint?" Wanda rolled her eyes, "I mean, he's good-looking, but seriously, Tony's robots are more likable than him." ”

yes, that's why you're in a relationship with Vision. Belle thought to herself, making sure she wouldn't be discovered by Wanda's mind-reading. Holding Wanda's hand just now was just to convey a fake news that livened up the atmosphere, and she just wanted to dispel the other party's concerns through a kind gesture. It's not what you think, an otaku has crossed over and transformed into a girl, and when he sees a beautiful woman, he is desperate to go up and almost take the opportunity to rub oil.

Well, Belle was, at least her soul used to be a man. It's an otaku from the same poor planet as you. I'll talk about that later. The conversation between the two girls had to continue.

"Oh?" Belle is actually not interested in this kind of gossip, but she can't talk to death, and she has to properly control the rhythm to bring her relationship with Wanda closer, after all, she has a request for the other party. So she pretended to be interested and asked, "What about Iron Man and Captain America?" Which one do you prefer? ”

"Megalomaniacs and old men are not my type." Wanda said, crossing her fingers with her elbows on the table and beginning to look at Belle as well.

Unlike Wanda, who takes the dark and gloomy route, Belle's style is a delicate and simple sexy route. You rarely see such people in a café of everyday life.

Belle wore a white shirt that was clearly men's clothing, the fabric was of the highest quality, the workmanship was exquisite, and the price was expensive, but the size was noticeably oversized, and she had to roll up her sleeves to leak her hands and forearms. The hem of the shirt is just right, and it is not gone, but it does not affect the two slender straight and white legs to show their charm unscrupulously. She was barefoot on the ground, her black heels kicked to the side.

These are actually okay, but that face, no wonder the barista brother peeks from time to time, that face that combines the exquisite elegance of the East and the romantic and charming face of the West, Wanda herself is fascinated. She couldn't help but want to introduce Belle to Tony Stark, the playboy who would do whatever it took to get Belle into his bed.

Thinking about it, she really thought it was a good idea. Just as Belle laughed, she said, "You say that you say that two superheroes who save the world, at least it will annoy millions of people." They are even more popular than Justin Bieber. ”

Wanda continued, "If you're interested in them, I can introduce you to them." Steve is a nice guy and passionate about everyone. As for Tony, oh, he's sure to like you in particular. When she said the word "special", she also specifically strengthened her tone.

"Ho, that's a coincidence." "My agent once helped me get a ticket to his birthday party. I also made a trip to California. And guess what? He drank too much and got into a fight with another Iron Man at his house. Just because I saved a few people that day, it didn't take two days for the S.H.I.E.L.D. people to come to the door. ”

Now that Belle took the initiative to talk about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation into her, Wanda didn't need to beat around the bush anymore.

"Those are good agents, but against you, it's still too bad." Wanda said, planning to have a direct showdown, "They have been checking for a few years, and they have found nothing except that you are a good student, the model is doing well, and you have unknown superpowers." Luckily, you rarely use your superpowers, at least they only found them once, saving quite a few people on the day Kitari's army invaded New York. They even considered recruiting you to join the Avengers, but they didn't know you at all, and you were too defensive, so they kept delaying it. ”

"So you're here today?"

"Yes, but it seems that I am no match for you. You called out my name, resisted my memory of you, somehow saved the coffee, selectively opened your mind to me, and even blocked out the conversation between us from the people around you. The ability to do all of this with a gesture is beyond my comprehension. It's a good thing you didn't mean anything bad to me, otherwise I might have died hundreds of times by now. ”

"You're underestimating yourself." Belle laughed and said, "I'm an idler who just wants to make a living, and you can save the world in Sokovia." Whether it is ability or responsibility, I am completely inferior to you. ”

It's all true. Belle continued, "I certainly have no ill will, neither to you nor to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who came to investigate me. The reason why I want to talk to you is because I have encountered something that I can't understand at all, and I hope to get your help. However, this is only a matter between us, and we don't want a third person to know about it. Please think about it for a moment, and I would be very grateful if I could. I promise that there will be absolutely no danger to you, and I will not let you do anything against your conscience. After the deed is completed, I am also willing to do my best to help you make up for a regret, which is counted as my gratitude to you. Okay I've got to go, and in three days, I hope to see you here again. ”

Wanda didn't know what to say, and this passage was a bit informative. She watched Belle put on her shoes and watched her leave the coffee shop for half a minute, until the anxious voice of Hawkeye Clint Barton in her headphones came back to her senses.

"Wanda? Wanda? ”

"I'm fine, the target has left, we just chatted, go back and talk about it in detail." Wanda said and left the café as well, unable to hear for so long, and the agents who answered outside couldn't figure out that the safety on the gun was turned on. It wasn't enough to restore communication, they had to see Wanda walk out of the café to lift the guard.

Belle hadn't actually left the café at all, and what Wanda saw was just an illusion. She sat somewhere else, waiting for the person she really wanted to see here, the man she had scared her into nightmares for a month after the first time she saw him.

It didn't take long for a little stunned young man to walk in. Dirty sneakers, jeans, an ill-fitting T-shirt over a plaid shirt, and curly hair that has been awkwardly combed can only barely be said to be unmessy. But the sturdy figure, sunny face, and a little shyness all show that this is actually a little male god who has been delayed by straight male aesthetics and social barriers.

He entered the door and looked left and right, and soon found the figure that he had been obsessed with since the first sight. Her back was to him, her long black hair casually draped, slightly curly, but smooth and supple. She always seemed to wear the same white shirt, either bare-legged or stockings, and had never seen her in trousers or long skirts. She was known throughout the school for her high grades, but she was even more famous for appearing in fashion magazines every now and then. I heard that she turned down countless people, and then miraculously, he asked her to have coffee with him!

He straightened his collar and walked over to say hello, "Hey! ”

"Oh, Mr. Parker, I'm sorry I didn't see you come in." Belle said with a smile, thinking that she had finally waited for the key person.

"Just call me Peter, or I won't be able to call your complicated French name, and I'll be too rude. If you don't mind, can I call you Belle? ”

"Of course!"