By his seventh day living in Avengers Tower, Chen Mo had mastered eighty percent of the survival skills he needed here.
For example, which floor's lounge had its snacks restocked the fastest.
For example, although the robotic arm outside Tony's lab looked fierce, it generally couldn't be bothered with people as long as they didn't touch the red warning line.
For example, when JARVIS said, "Mr. Stark recommends that you reduce your sugar intake," he could pretend not to hear, just like Stark himself did. When reminded about his sugar intake, he could simply act as though he hadn't heard.
And for another example, if he jumped off his room's balcony, he could land right in the elevated pool downstairs.
Of course, he hadn't put that last skill into practice yet.
Mainly because Steve had been keeping a pretty close eye on him lately.
Chen Mo was very unhappy about this.
He felt that Captain America's biggest problem was being too responsible.
Responsibility was great when directed at an enemy, of course, but when it landed on him, it got a little annoying.
He was Spider-Man! He was only vaulting from the second floor into the pool on the first! What, could he actually fall to his death?
Why shouldn't he be allowed to jump?
At ten in the morning, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the couch, with half a box of cereal, a glass of Coke, two bags of chips, and a plate of little cookies from who knew whom beside him.
The news was playing on the TV.
Internal Avengers files were open on his tablet.
On the holographic screen in front of him was Peter Parker's face.
A young white boy with slightly messy hair and bright eyes, his face still carried the unmistakable innocence of someone