Batman's Owl Godfather

Wanda usually looks erratic.

Bruce only thought that Wanda liked to be immersed in her own world and was not interested in others.

But now it seems that is not the case.

"Wanda can see the souls of her parents?"

Bruce thought in confusion, "Or is she just more inspired than others and can vaguely feel something around her?"

When Batboy first came into contact with magic, his inspiration increased significantly and he was able to predict danger occasionally.

If Wanda had the talent to become a witch, it would not be impossible for her to be able to sense ghosts.

Thinking of Pietro looking normal, Wanda didn't seem to have told him about the soul, and Bruce was more willing to believe that the latter was the case.

Wanda couldn't see her parents, but could vaguely feel their presence.

"In this case, I can't say anything."

In the final analysis, Bruce and Wanda are just acquaintances living under the same roof. If he rashly mentions her parents, it will arouse Wanda's resentment.

And talking about topics like the soul makes Bruce look like a bastard.

"I'll wait until Wanda really needs help before I speak."

Living in the United States, you have to accept this lifestyle. You must be careful with your words and deeds, otherwise any words you say may offend others.

Bruce pretended as if nothing had happened. After washing, he sat at the dining table, finished breakfast, and prepared to go to school.

Life at Midtown High School is a rare peace for Bruce.

Nothing special happened, he was surrounded by peers, and all he was worried about were trivial matters among children.

Most of the students in the school know each other. They have lived in this community since they were young. They were classmates in elementary school, and it is obvious to the naked eye that they will still be classmates in high school.

Peter Parker is a very enthusiastic person. In just a few days, he has become a good friend with Bruce, at least he thinks so.

He reveals a lot about himself to Bruce.

For example, he was also an orphan. His parents died in an accident, and his uncle and aunt adopted him.

Another example is that Peter's character is a bit weak, which leads to him being always bullied by others.

When Bruce came to school today, he took a special look at Peter's back and found that there was no soul following him.

"It seems that not every orphan has the soul of his parents behind him."

Bruce confirmed this. He had no doubt about the love of Peter's parents for him. He could only say that the formation of the spirit behind it might not be that simple.

"Bruce, you're here!"

Peter sat in his seat and greeted Bruce, smiling broadly as if something good had happened.

"Uncle Ben took on a big job some time ago and bought me a gift!"

When Bruce sat down, Peter whispered to him, "It's the Death Star from Lego Star Wars. Are you interested in coming to my house and building it with me?"

"How many bricks are there in total?" Bruce asked.

"3803 yuan!" Peter said excitedly, "We can work together for a long time!"

"Well...that's no problem."

Bruce thought to himself that he could spend one day with Peter at most, and then he would find excuses not to go.

Just as he said that, the class bell rang, and the chaos in the classroom gradually quieted down. Then, an unknown teacher walked in holding a book.

To be honest, she was an extremely hot red-haired woman with an outstanding appearance.

When she walked into the classroom holding the lesson plan, the little boys all felt thirsty.

This kind of mature woman's style is absolutely killing boys.

But Bruce just glanced at it, and his whole body suddenly felt horrified.

Behind this woman, there are countless floating souls.

Those souls screamed and wailed, reaching out countless times to pull the red-haired woman's body and drag her into the bottomless abyss.

This is a picture like hell. This woman can never be a simple teacher.

"Ms. Warren is ill."

The red-haired woman pushed her hair to her ears and whispered, "For the next period of time, I will teach your math class. My name is Natalie Rushman, and you can call me Natalie."

"Natasha Romanoff."

Katum's voice suddenly sounded in Bruce's heart, "Also known as Black Widow, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. It seems that the plan arranged by Hydra has begun."

Is this female teacher an agent?

Bruce thought to himself, this is not surprising, ordinary teachers will not carry so many souls.

but--

Would a simple agent be enough?

Bruce thought to himself, how many people would have to be killed to have such a cause and effect.

"Is she from Hydra?" Bruce asked.

"It happens not to be." Katum said, "But she is just a person doing things. It doesn't matter whether she is or not."

When Hydra parasitizes SHIELD's brain, the following agents, even if they only want to be loyal to SHIELD, will inevitably become Hydra's tools.

Bruce could feel that Natasha would look at him intentionally or unintentionally during class.

This kind of observation is extremely hidden. If it were another person, he would never be able to find it.

"She's checking me out?"

Bruce thought to himself, "This is probably what the Baron said before. As long as we don't get into trouble, we will definitely be able to enter SHIELD."

I believe the same situation happened with Pietro and Wanda.

…

SHIELD's investigation will not give results in one day.

Bruce did not deliberately change his behavior. He went to and from school as usual, occasionally went to Peter's house to play with building blocks with him, and locked himself in his room at night to read.

"By the way, I have a question."

One night, Bruce asked Katum, "Do you think Natasha is not as simple as she seems?"

He still had the same idea that no matter how many people an agent killed, there wouldn't be so many ghosts behind them.

The so-called obsession is not that simple to form.

"Those should not be the people Natasha killed," Katum said. "They were the past she carried."

The owl briefly talked about the red house.

It was an agent training base that was extremely cruel. Natasha spent her childhood there and witnessed the pain and death of countless companions.

"You're going to meet a lot of people like that in the future."

Owl said, "They each have their own past, involving countless souls. This is all their business, you don't need to care too much."

Whether it is a superhero or a super criminal, no one has paid a debt of gratitude.

You, Bruce Wayne, can't you still free all souls?

Bruce was noncommittal about Katum's words. He reinvested his energy in studying and did not ask any more questions.

As for what Batboy is thinking, it's unknown.

…

Time passed, and on the last day of school, Bruce was stopped by Natasha.

"Classmate Wayne."

Natasha held up a report card and said, "There seems to be something wrong with your test scores. Come to my office after school."

"Okay, Ms. Natalie." Bruce said honestly.

Peter on the side was packing his schoolbag, and he felt a little sorry to hear this. He and Bruce were just putting together the building blocks at the critical moment.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Peter asked.

"Need not."

Bruce said, "You go back first, I don't know how long I will stay in the office."

Maybe Natasha would also ask him to put the blocks together, which would take a long time. Bruce came to Natasha's office and knocked on the door. A voice came from inside: "Please come in."

He opened the door and walked into the office.

Natasha sat behind her desk, turning a pen in her hand, Bruce's transcript spread out in front of her.

"Ms. Natalie."

Bruce said hello, and at Natasha's signal, he sat on the chair opposite.

"Bruce."

Natasha said, "Forgive me for being curious, I want to ask you, have you received any mathematics training before?"

"No." Bruce shook his head.

He really didn't receive any training, he just learned it by reading books.

"That's weird."

Natasha took out Bruce's test paper and handed it to him.

Bruce took it, and as expected it was a perfect score, but many of the steps above were marked with red circles.

"These steps are not something that you, a sophomore in junior high school, can master."

"It's obviously high school stuff, and there's even some college implications," Natasha said.

There were several geometric proof questions, which logically should be solved using junior high school content. As a result, Bruce directly built a coordinate system, and the originally cumbersome proof process was solved with a formula.

In addition, there are many other topics like this.

Bruce solved it all in three steps.

"Are you sure you haven't had any training?" Natasha asked, "Or is there someone in your family who is particularly good at math who teaches you?"

"Okay, Teacher Natalie, I admit it to you."

Bruce sighed, "I've read some of the upper-grade books myself."

"I knew it."

Natasha turned the ballpoint pen in her hand with her slender fingers, and an expected smile appeared on her face.

"You have a talent for math, Bruce, I've always noticed."

Then your taste isn't that good either, Bruce thought, he's gifted in everything.

“And not just in math.”

Natasha suddenly said, "I have also communicated with teachers of other subjects. You are very talented in other areas. Your logic is very strict and your reactions are quick."

After that, she handed over a piece of paper with many dots and horizontal lines on it.

"Try this question."

She said, "This question is very difficult. I don't blame you if you can't solve it. You can take it home and do it. I will give you three days..."

"Welcome to SHIELD." Bruce said suddenly.

"Well?"

Natasha was suddenly stunned. Bruce's words were completely beyond her expectation.

"That's the answer."

Bruce looked at Natasha, looking a little unsure, "Teacher Natalie, did I do something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, no..."

Natasha felt a little wrong at this moment, and Bruce's speed of answering completely exceeded her imagination.

How long has it been?

Not even ten seconds, right?

Bruce touched his chin at this time and looked at the piece of paper, acting a little uncertain.

"I may not have the final answer."

He said, "What does this S.H.I.E.L.D. mean?"

"Bruce." Natasha forced a smile, "Can you explain how you answered it so quickly?"

"It's very simple."

Bruce said, "First of all, these dots and horizontal lines are simple Morse code. After a little conversion, you can get a string of letters.

“But these letters have no meaning, and no matter how they are arranged and combined, the corresponding content cannot be obtained.

"That means there's another layer of encryption to this string of letters.

“After I tried several, I found that if the order of these letters corresponds to the order of the 26 letters on the keyboard, such as A corresponding to Q and B corresponding to W.

“This way, you can get new content.

"After that, I paused every third letter and brought the fourth letter to the front, and ended up with this sentence -

"Welcome to SHIELD."

Bruce finished speaking in one breath, but it took him half a minute to finish this sentence.

But it only took him a few seconds to actually decrypt it.

"There should be no problem with this reasoning result, right?"

Bruce asked, "This is a series of encrypted passwords, and they use very simple encryption methods, but I am really stuck at the last step. I don't know what SHIELD means."

As he said this, he looked extremely regretful.

It seems that he has doubts about his own intelligence.

Natasha was completely stunned.

She admitted that due to Bruce's age, no extremely sophisticated encryption method was used when setting this question.

The kind of encryption that can only be calculated using a computer cannot achieve the purpose of the investigation.

But despite this, Bruce's performance still completely caused Natasha to fall into self-doubt.

Is this a calculation that the human brain can make?

"How long did it take you just now?" Natasha finally confirmed.

"Well..."

Bruce thought for a while and said, "About five seconds, it's still a bit long. I tried a few wrong methods and wasted time."

genius……

The word suddenly flashed through Natasha's mind, and then she quickly dismissed it.

Not a genius.

It's a monster!

"Classmate Wayne..."

Natasha considered her next words, but Bruce had really completely thrown her into disarray.

She thought that no matter how smart Bruce was, it would take at least one night to answer this question, not three days.

When Bruce asks her the correct answer, she will be able to show him the existence of SHIELD.

But everything develops too fast.

It only took Bruce five seconds to solve the puzzle, making the inspection process seem extremely easy.

Under such circumstances, if Natasha tells Bruce about the existence of SHIELD, will it cause SHIELD to lose its original mysterious and powerful sense of existence?

But--

Bruce continued to ask: "Ms. Natalie, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. mean?"

That’s all.

Natasha sighed in her heart. If she didn't say anything now, it would make SHIELD even more embarrassed when Bruce found out about SHIELD out of curiosity.

"nothing."

Natasha suddenly showed a charming smile and said to Bruce, "It means literally, classmate Wayne.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.!"