With the skill Absolute Hit, let alone the smallest club—even if Blaine were given a toothpick—he could still make a hole-in-one.
Sure enough, Blaine pretended to use great strength and nailed another shot in one stroke.
"I'm going—God, God..."
"Is this even true? Amazing, amazing..."
"I've learned a lot, I've learned a lot. This is the first ti I've seen golf played like this..."
"Dead on... dead on..."
After hitting the ball, Blaine tossed the club aside, turned around, and left—leaving everyone behind still talking about him.
The white man's jaw had already dropped. He knew Blaine was powerful, but hadn't expected him to hide his true strength.
Another invited guest stood speechless, mouth wide open.
While the others were still excitedly discussing the shot, Blaine was already walking toward the bowling alley.
After once again stunning everyone with his gaplay, Blaine returned ho under admiring gazes, like a general returning victorious.
A perfect day starts with waking early and ends with a weary body.
Though he wasn't very tired—not even ward up—exercise always brought happiness.
And proper exercise helped with sleep.
No surprise, Blaine slept until noon the next day.
Today's plan was to return to school. After so long away, Blaine had nearly forgotten he was still a student.
At noon, after planning to stop by the racecourse for a al, Blaine headed directly to school. Passing through Queens, he noticed that the house which had been destroyed was already rebuilt.
Releasing his ntal power, he found traces of webs in the area, so steel fragnts near the house, and white, web-like residue.
Judging by this, the steel was definitely not from construction. This had to be Tony Stark's handiwork.
In the Marvel world, this house could be considered a gift from parents he had never t—his first ho, the starting point of Blaine's life as a bounty hunter.
Tony had put in the effort... and so had Spider-Man.
Withdrawing his ntal power, Blaine reached school just in ti for lunch. Coincidentally, he ran into Spider-Man in the cafeteria.
"Hey, Blaine—it's great you're still alive..."
Peter Parker rushed forward and gave him a tight hug.
"Hey, hey, that's enough. There are people around—aren't you worried they'll see?"
Blaine pushed Peter away in disgust. He was a bounty hunter—straight and proud—not about to be mistaken otherwise.
"Hey, let
tell you a secret. MJ ca over to my house, and Aunt May likes her too. I'm telling you this—even Ned doesn't know yet."
"Congratulations—you're about to have a girlfriend."
"Heh, heh..."
At the ntion of MJ, the usually talkative boy instantly turned shy.
"By the way, let
treat you to lunch. How about it? You haven't eaten yet, right? Co on..."
"No, no, I've eaten already. I'll join you, but just to watch."
Thinking of the cafeteria's terrible food made Blaine's stomach churn. Luckily, he'd eaten earlier. Watching Peter eat wasn't about friendship—it was because Blaine had questions.
"Peter, about my house..."
"Oh, right—yeah. When it was bombed a few days ago, I was terrified. I thought you were..."
"The new house—that was you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Tony and I are on good terms now, but really it was his idea. I just helped."
So Blaine's guess was right. He just hadn't expected Spider-Man and Iron Man to team up so soon.
After lunch, it was ti for class. This was nearly the final sester before graduation. If not for Peter's reminder, Blaine wouldn't even have rembered.
He skipped classes so often that, if this were other school, he'd already be stuck in the back row—out of sight of both teachers and parents.
"I'll just donate a building later..."
Blaine figured if he didn't understand sothing about graduation, he might as well leave it to the principal. If he failed to graduate, it would be ridiculous.
His identity would be exposed sooner or later—maybe it already was. If Tony, Thor, or Natasha confronted him about it and laughed, it would be humiliating.
School ti always crawled. Blaine lasted less than ten minutes before his eyelids grew heavy. When he woke, only two classes had passed.
As the final class was about to end, soone knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Excuse , Blaine from your class, please co out."
In the next second, a familiar figure appeared at the door, calling his na.
"Huh? Why is she here—for ?"
In front of the entire class—and the teacher—Blaine skipped out. It felt exhilarating, especially in high school.
"Hey, Blaine, is that your girlfriend? She's beautiful..."
Ned tugged Blaine's shirt hem and grinned mischievously. With that round face, his expression looked especially lewd.
Others didn't recognize her, but Peter had seen her before.
"Are you sure you're here for ? Do I know you?"
"Unexpected. The famous bounty hunter is actually just a high school student. If Tony and the others found out, it would be breaking news, wouldn't it, Blaine?"
"I didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D.'s thods to be this sloppy—yet you still managed to find
so quickly. Impressive."
The one who had co was Natasha Romanoff, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents and an Avenger.
"I'd say the admiration goes both ways. Blaine, with your abilities at such a young age, you'd impress anyone."
Natasha began with flattery, which Blaine accepted comfortably.
"Tell , what's the matter?"
He wasn't concerned that his identity had been uncovered. Since it was exposed, there was no hiding it anymore. Even if he used mind control to erase Natasha's, Kingpin's, Bullseye's, or others' mories, there was no guarantee groups like the Hand didn't already have backups. Since she had found him, he might as well face it.
"Nick Fury."
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