Greenmegwin

Early winter morning.

It was still early in the morning, and Washington, a world-class city, was already busy, as it should be, students and passengers were making their way through the streets freshly cleared of snow.

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The local police car was driving slowly and eventually stopped on the side of the road in the area. The door opened and a pretty blonde girl jumped out of the backseat with a school bag in her hand.

"Gwen, take your time with your glass of water."

In the main driver's seat, Officer George, dressed in a police uniform, opened the door and followed him down, with a glass of warm water in his hand, and looking at his daughter, he couldn't help but wonder in the tone of an elderly man: "Don't you need a ride to school? The roads are slippery, it's snowing."

Gwen took a cup of water and put it in her bag, saying sharply, "No, I have warm clothes, and I put on non-slip shoes."

"But."

Sergeant George was about to say something else. But then Gwen's eyes suddenly lit up, her cheeks flushed with joy and excitement, and she jumped up and down like a rabbit, excitedly waving her arms in one direction: "Andrew, here! This way!"

"I knew it."

With a sigh in his heart, Sergeant George looked around and saw the familiar figure of a teenager on the corner of the street.

When he heard a voice calling him and looked up, he smiled and nodded, "Gwen, Uncle George, good morning! What a coincidence to run into you again!".

Andrew is still familiar with them.

Gwen, full name: "Gwen Stacy", is a child of the same age living in a small neighborhood.

As children, Andrew and Gwen went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, middle school and now to the same high school, so they are close childhood friends. Her father is a local police officer with a certain reputation and authority, who, as it turned out, is responsible for their area of the city, and his full name is George Stacy.

"Yes, such a coincidence." Gwen's eyes twisted into an unstoppable smile.

The snow around them was white and crystal clear, except that Sergeant George's face was a little dark.

Is it a coincidence? No way!

Obviously that's the reason he's here.

Sure.

Officer George was too protective of his daughter's girlhood to say anything about it on the spot. In addition, ten years ago, he studied Andrew's family background and found out that he was a poor, kind child.

"Ah! Andrew, why don't you wear a hat or an umbrella!" said Gwen in surprise and quickly approached Andrew, and without waiting for an answer, her hands were already clearing frost and snow from his hair and eyebrows.

"I was in a hurry to leave the house and forgot." Andrew laughed indifferently, putting aside his confused thoughts for a while.

"Then don't forget about the warmth, what if you catch a cold?". Gwen's cheeks puffed out slightly with anger, which added to her playfulness.

Without hesitating for a long time, she put a fur hat on her head and directed the warm air of her hands on his slightly chilled face. For others, it was a very intimate gesture, but for the two of them, who grew up together, it was so ordinary that it meant nothing special.

"It's cold outside, let me take you to school." Sergeant George said, unable to take it anymore.

Gwen didn't answer, but she looked at Andrew.

"It's not that far to school, I feel better...".

Andrew was about to refuse, but he felt Officer George's sharp gaze on him and instead nodded, "Thank you, Uncle George."

Gwen smiled and said: "Then I'll ask you to give us a ride, Dad."

Sergeant George holds his head high.

He's clearly become a tool for his daughter's sake!

After a while, the police car began to drive out onto the main road in the direction of the high school.

The car warms up well.

Gwen was sitting in the back seat with Andrew, and when they got into the car, Andrew was looking out the window at the fast-moving scene of the winter street, his face and eyes periodically plunged into a trance.

Suddenly, his hand was squeezed in a soft, gentle grip, and he turned to see a young girl with a worried face.

Gwen asked him, "Andrew, what's wrong with you today, you're not feeling well, why do you look so worried?".

"I am," Andrew said, not knowing how to begin.

Ever since he left home, he has been haunted by the thought of the photo that was slipped into his house. Although he later opened the door to check, the mysterious person who enclosed the photo disappeared, leaving behind a lot of strange riddles.

Was this photo really taken during the First World War? Who is this woman in the photo, dressed in exactly the same armor as his aunt?

My aunt's mother? No, it's been almost a hundred years since the First World War, so she must have been a maternal grandmother.

If he asks Gwen's father for help, he can find the person who stole the photo, right?

Andrew hesitated, but then said: "I'm fine, just a little chilly."

"Are you still cold?" Gwen wrapped her arms around Andrew's left arm-at a distance that allowed them to clearly feel each other's body heat.

Officer George, who was driving the car, looked in the rearview mirror and almost exploded with surprise.

I'm afraid that any father in the world would not tolerate his own gentle, white girl being given to a pig, even if that pig was beautiful and grew up under his supervision!

Officer George, as someone who had been there before, looked at the teenage couple through the rearview mirror.

Well, as a father, it was even more difficult.

...

A police car stopped on the road in front of the high school and immediately attracted the attention of many students when Gwen and Andrew got out of the car.

It was only at this moment that Andrew paid special attention to her.

Today Gwen is wearing a new beige down jacket with a handmade jumper underneath, her long legs are covered with white jeans and a pair of high black boots. With her young body, short blonde hair and delicate, small face, she seems to be a real beauty to others!

He had known her since childhood and was used to it.

It was only when he saw the envious and jealous reaction of the other students that he suddenly realized that Gwen's popularity at school seemed to be quite high.

"Gwen, you better let go of my hand." Andrew said.

"No, it's warmer this way."

Gwen grunted and hugged his arms even tighter, so that Andrew's right arm was completely covered in warmth.

Andrew's eyes were red and he was roaring inwardly, "Damn it, let me go!

"If you don't let go, their eyes will kill me." Andrew laughed bitterly: if eyes could kill, he would have died many times already.

"An elementary school would dare to threaten a bandit with a knife with his bare hands... Are you afraid too?" Gwen hid her mouth and let out a silver tongue laugh, but she let go of Andrew's hand, and immediately her face turned red.

"Don't always remember my dark history." The corner of Andrew's mouth twitched slightly, because at that time he was a bit of a middle child, watched a documentary about the history of Captain America and thought that he had the potential to become a superhero.

If the police hadn't arrived on time, he would have been reborn in a third life.

After 16 years of living as an ordinary person, Andrew, a reincarnated personality without systemic problems, saw the light.

How can there be so many superheroes with extraordinary talents? Of the 5-6 billion people living in the world today, only Captain America, Iron Man, Batman and Superman have entered the scene as superheroes.

One of them is Superman or an alien (Kryptonian).

"It's not that I'm afraid of trouble."

Andrew ignored the angry students and entered the warm corridor of the school building, looking at the girl flirting with him: "Of course I don't mind, but I just think it's not good for you, you're so popular, I heard that you're almost in contenders for No. 1."

"Where did you hear that?!"Gwen couldn't help but spit.

Just now.

Gwen suddenly realizes that being a childhood friend is not a good thing.

Sometimes it is difficult to change a relationship if it has been established over time.

When Andrew and Gwen walked down the corridor of the school building, a girl with glasses in the classroom in the last row, on a corner seat, looked a little blankly into the distance, her eyes subtly followed Andrew along the corridor.

"Carla, what are you looking at?".

The student came closer to the table and asked curiously.

"No matter what." Carla hastily looked away.

"Really?" Half-crouching, the girl looked at Carla, but all she could see was a clean white wall.

A thick wall blocks the outer corridor so that nothing passing outside is visible.