Chapter 22: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 11

Hawk, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to Gwen's self-talk, thought for a moment, and said somewhat curiously: "It wouldn't matter even if you drove it out, right? It should be fine if you just tell Captain Stacy."

Gwen came back to her senses, glanced at Hawk, and then shook her head.

"No."

"Uh…"

Hawk remembered the family card Gwen had shown the traffic police officer just now.

Gwen seemed to see through Hawk's thoughts and explained with a smile: "It's fine to use the family card, because everyone is using it, and this can also be considered a benefit given by the police department to the families of police officers, but it's different if you get a ticket; my dad definitely wouldn't call a friend at the court just for a parking ticket; he would definitely tell me very seriously, 'Gwen, you should stand in court and bravely admit your mistake.'"

Gwen, while explaining, was imitating the tone and expression of Captain George Stacy of the 19th Precinct of the New York Police Department.

Hawk nodded knowingly as he listened to Gwen's explanation.

He had always thought that Captain George Stacy was the kind of rigid and stereotypical police captain who couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes.

But listening to Gwen put it this way…

It seemed not.

Sure enough.

Movies are always stereotypical.

Forty-five minutes later.

Gwen drove to LaGuardia Airport.

After Hawk unbuckled his seatbelt, he said thank you again to Gwen, who had stopped the car.

Gwen took the opportunity while Hawk was preparing to open the door and get out to say: "I'm curious about one thing, Hawk."

Hawk, who had already pushed the car door open and was preparing to get out, heard this sentence from Gwen and turned his head to look at Gwen.

"What?"

"If I don't accept your thanks, what will you do? Keep thanking me?"

"……"

Hawk was silenced by Gwen's question.

After a while.

He looked at Gwen, who had a smile on her face and seemed truly curious about this answer, and thought for a moment.

"Sorry?"

"……"

This time Gwen was silent.

I don't accept your thanks, and you say sorry?

……That works too, I guess.

The smile on Gwen's face grew wider, and then she looked at Hawk and said with a smile: "You thank me too many times; we are friends, friends don't need to say thank you."

Friends?

Hawk was stunned again.

Although his relationship with Gwen was slightly better than his relationship with other classmates, that was mainly because his physics class overlapped with Gwen's, and the two could be considered desk mates in physics class.

But that was limited to this.

After all, leaving aside the physics class, he didn't have much contact with Gwen at school.

To be precise, he didn't have much contact with any students.

However…

Hawk didn't refute Gwen either; he couldn't just say we aren't friends right after Gwen had brought him back.

He still had that much emotional intelligence.

Soon.

Hawk watched the vehicle, which had made a U-turn right where it was after he got out, step on the gas, and then disappear from his line of sight, withdrew his gaze, and walked toward the temporary shelter.

In the evening.

Manhattan.

Gorin Apartment.

Helen Stacy, who was wearing home clothes at home and sitting on the sofa watching a new episode of 'Desperate Housewives,' heard the sound of the door opening and turned to look toward the door.

It caught her eye.

Captain George Stacy of the 19th Precinct, wearing a white shirt, a tie, a black suit, and a police badge tucked at his waist, was walking in from outside.

"You're back?"

"Yeah."

George responded, closed the door behind him, and looked at Helen, who was sitting on the sofa: "Where's Gwen?"

Helen glanced toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Back in her room."

"Oh."

George nodded, then walked toward the second floor, and after arriving at his daughter's boudoir, knocked on the door: "Gwen."

Gwen's voice came from inside the room: "The door isn't locked, Dad."

George then pushed the door open.

Inside the room.

Gwen, who had also changed into cute-style pajamas, with her soft blonde hair draped over her shoulders, was sitting cross-legged on a chair and looked at George who had entered: "Dad, what's wrong?"

George stood at the door, didn't walk into his daughter's bedroom, but looked at Gwen, who was sitting at the desk, crossed his arms, leaned against the door, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You didn't go to class this afternoon."

Gwen was stunned at first, then reacted.

She put her smooth legs down from the chair and stood up.

"Did someone contact you?"

"What do you think?"

George said with a smile: "I always have to call to verify with me, in case someone is impersonating my family card."

Although this kind of thing probably wouldn't happen.

But…

There is such a saying in the Federation: you can not live, but you cannot have no life.

It's not that there aren't guys who use fake family cards to stir up trouble, it's just that there are very few.

It's just that because it involves law enforcement outside, it's not very good to call and confirm on the spot, so they all note down the license plate number and then summarize and report it to the bureau for confirmation after returning.

If the family card is real, then it's fine.

But if it's discovered that the family card is fake, then it's also fine; anyway, the license plate number has been noted, and that guy can just wait to be issued a dozen tickets one day.

The New York Police Department will let that guy know that if he dares to stir up trouble with them, he needs to pay the price.

Gwen was also somewhat speechless when she heard George say this: "Dad, I really didn't intend to park illegally; it's clear that you can park at the entrance of the Manhattan Court."

George shrugged: "I'm not interested in you parking illegally; after all, that's the function of the family card."

He wasn't that rigid.

The family card can be used, just don't use it indiscriminately.

Gwen blinked her eyes as she listened to George's words.

"Then you…"

"But I'm interested in why you went to the Queens Court this afternoon."

"Oh."

Gwen sat back down in her seat upon hearing this and picked up the book she had just been reading again: "Nothing, just sending a classmate to the court to handle some things."

George smiled.

"A male classmate?"

"……"

Gwen put down the book in her hand, looked at George, who was standing at the door, and her expression was serious: "Dad, Hawk and I are just friends."

No.

That guy seems to be very resistant to being her friend.

Gwen thought in her heart.

She remembered the stiff expression that flashed across Hawk's face when she said we were friends after sending Hawk back in the afternoon.

…… ===== CHAPTER 24 =====