Chapter 3692

Because this plot is really too much like Ron and the others driving a flying car to Hogwarts in "Harry Potter", Shiler didn't come back to his senses for a while. Until the car stopped in front of him, Stark waved at him triumphantly: "Stephen told me that there is a flying car in your favorite magic movie, I knew you liked this. I'll give you one for your birthday too!"

"No need." Shiler shook his head and said, "Give me ten minutes, I'll go change my clothes."

Because it's just an ordinary family gathering, there's no need to wear formal attire. Shiler chose a short-sleeved shirt. Considering that the Avengers base has a backyard, it might be very sunny at noon, so he wore a sun hat. There is a swimming pool in the backyard, it is inevitable to play in the water, so he wore flip-flops directly. Carrying food and gifts, Shiler got into the car.

Peter and Stark were both dressed like they were going on vacation, both in T-shirts and shorts. Stark wore a short-sleeved jacket with an American stars and stripes pattern in a very flashy way, as if he had to steal the limelight from Steve on this important day.

They drove all the way to the sky above the Avengers base. Stark shouted in the group, and people in the building ran out from the back door one after another. Steve, wearing a white T-shirt, blocked his eyes with his hands, looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Jesus!" Steve walked slowly towards this old car parked in front of him, "What is this?! This..."

When Stark got off, he slammed the car door shut with a bang, leaned back and laughed wildly: "Stark-brand hover car! 1950 classic model!! How is this gift?!"

Steve was obviously shocked and speechless. Stark's judgment of him was too accurate. In Steve's heart, a real luxury car is not those streamlined sports cars of modern times, but this kind of luxury old car that rich people would drive when he was young. When he was a little boy, he dreamed of having such a cool car. What's more, this thing can fly!

Steve touched the hood of the car lightly with his hand, it was a bit hot from the sun, but the smooth paint surface was still telling his tactile organs how well-made the car was.

Stark pressed a button on the remote control, and the car hovered with a "whoosh", about half a meter off the ground, but very steady. Everyone else who followed out made surprised shouts.

"My mom!" Nick took off his sunglasses directly, really couldn't help it, and cursed in front of Steve. And Wolverine Logan, who chased out behind, also stared straight. Obviously, none of these old guys don't like this kind of luxury old car.

The only one who acted relatively reserved was Charles. He nodded and said to the mutant next to him: "I had a car like this in my manor in England before. I remember it seems to be a Jaguar. But that was an inheritance left by the Xavier family, and it didn't fly..."

Steve opened the car door and sat in. Peter raised his hand and said: "Captain, let me teach you how to operate it. I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was squeezed to the side by a group of people with green eyes. The seats in the car were full in an instant. Stark, who didn't get in the car, armed his armor and flew up with the car, then said: "Alright, let me teach you old antiques how to drive..."

Others discussed the flying car enthusiastically, and then returned to the house together. Shiler was also among them, and when he walked in, he found that the entire Avengers base had changed its appearance.

The walls of the room were directly changed to the stars and stripes color scheme, all turned into red and blue stripes, with party little stars stuck on them. Everything that could hang things was hung with stars. The top of the walls were all small triangular colored flags of the stars and stripes. Various posters of Captain America were hung on the walls.

"Are you sure Steve likes this?" Shiler really couldn't help but say, "I know he is very patriotic, but this is Steve's birthday, not America's birthday... ah, wait a minute, today is really America's birthday."

"He wanted to decorate it like this himself." Carter said, "Maybe he is more patriotic than you think."

Soon the old guys who went out to drive came back, Steve was obviously very excited, his face was a bit flushed. Others were also discussing the brand of the car loudly. Stark walked at the end, walked in slowly, and then leaned against the door frame of the back door, hugging his arms and looking up. Pride needs no words.

Steve turned back and patted his shoulder hard and said: "No matter who gives me what gift later, I will not take back my evaluation. This is the best gift I have received in my life!"

Shiler could see that although Stark was reserved on the surface, he should have been crazy with joy inside. If his nickname is Iron Can, then now it is equivalent to throwing a big bomb into the can. In order not to let it explode, Shiler hurriedly said: "It's almost time, let's put the dishes on first."

Carter nodded and said: "Come on, whoever has more dishes, I can help you get them."

"Oh hey, wait a minute!" Wanda, who was eating potato chips, hurriedly threw the snacks aside and rushed out and said, "We want to shoot a dish display video! It's everyone holding the dishes to the camera and saying what dishes they brought. Fans asked us to shoot it half a month ago, we can't break our promise! Eddie... Eddie! The camera I asked you to bring, did you bring it?"

"Here!" Eddie carried the equipment and walked in from the front door, put the tripod in the corner of the room, and then let everyone disperse. They each went to get their own dishes, lined up and walked over to display.

This video is very simple, and there is no need for editing, just one shot to the end. It can be uploaded directly after shooting.

Recently, there are few scenes where so many superheroes gather together, so it was quickly topped to the hot list. It's just that under the video, many people are tagging a somewhat unfamiliar name.

Shiler clicked on that person's homepage and found that it was an internet celebrity who claimed to be a "Food Judge", a black woman from Jamaica. Fans were tagging her, asking her to be the food judge for the superheroes.

The other party seemed to have been recording the video. Not long after, the account released a new video. The camera was aimed at her face.

"Many people said let me come and do this, so I came. I hope you don't mind, superheroes. I am a fair person, I won't let you off the hook because of your past contributions."

"Hello everyone. We are Wanda and Jarvis. This is the ratatouille we brought..." Wanda and Jarvis displayed to the camera. The brightly colored vegetables were evenly and neatly arranged on the plate, looking very tempting.

"25 years in prison, no parole! That thing tastes like nothing. Next!" The food judge said.

"Uh, hello everyone. I'm Peter Parker. I brought the raspberry pie my aunt makes best." Peter held the large plate of raspberry pie to the camera. The surface of the pie had a golden and tempting luster. He even cut the pie in front of the camera, and the moment the knife went down, it made an extremely crisp sound, and then the rose-red jam flowed out.

"50 years in prison, no parole—for your lawyer, the prosecutor who filed the lawsuit, and the Uber driver who sent you to court. And you, boy, you will get the key to the city! Next!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Carter. I prepared Steve's favorite beef pie for him. But I don't cook often, this was completed with Steve's help." Carter displayed her masterpiece to the camera. A beef pie was placed in the baking tray, fried to golden brown, and you could see the flowing juice inside.

"Out of respect for your love, the court finds you not guilty and cancels all charges against you. But you can do more. I will keep an eye on you." The food judge pointed to her eyes with her fingers and then pointed to the screen.

"Hi, I'm Eddie. I must explain, actually I originally made lava chocolate cake, but this guy..." Eddie pointed to the bean sprout-like Venom on his shoulder, and then said "He ate all the cakes overnight. So I could only make some cream toast this morning..."

Eddie displayed the toast he put on the plate to the camera. The appearance looked pretty good, but in fact, it was relatively small, probably just the portion of a toaster.

"Death row area!!!" The food judge roared. "For your little pet! You! And your lawyer! Next!"

"Good morning! I am a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent who does not want to reveal his name and a loyal fan of the Captain. This is the birthday-themed cake I made for him. The painting on it is fondant, I spent a whole night making it. The cream was whipped by myself, and the cake was also baked by myself..."

"Serve with pear blossoms! —For the prosecutor who filed the lawsuit against you, and the witnesses he found, and the court finds all charges against you invalid. You can go. Sir. Next!"

"Alright, I am also a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent, my partner is a scientist. This is the Olivier salad I brought. And the big bread I made with my partner. This is an improved version, it won't be that hard..."

Ivan displayed the dishes to the camera, and Natasha provided commentary on the side.

"10 years in prison, no parole! Anyway, all the Russian bread I've eaten is as hard as the stone Sisyphus pushed! The salad saved some impression points for you, otherwise you would also go to the death row area. Next!"

"Hello everyone. I'm Charles Xavier, this is my partner..." Charles pulled the person next to him hard, but didn't move at all. He had to hold the plate and display it alone. "This is the German roast pork knuckle we made. It's a specialty dish from his hometown. Although it's meat, it's not greasy at all..."

"I completely believe you, blue eyes. The court finds all charges against you invalid. But the police who arrested you and the prosecutor who filed the lawsuit against you will be sentenced to hanging. Next!"

"Uh, hello everyone. I'm Polaris. This is the tiramisu made by me and my boyfriend Iceman. Please believe that this is very fresh, after we made it in the morning, he blew a breath at this thing, and then it became cold and fresh..."

Polaris looked a bit constrained. Obviously, she thought that compared to other people's dishes with their own characteristics, tiramisu seemed a bit too ordinary. However, the tiramisu on her plate looked very good, using the same large plate as Peter, and a layer of thick coffee powder was sprinkled on the cake. After cutting and taking out a piece, the layers were distinct, and you could see the finger biscuits underneath, which was obviously authentic Italian practice.

"25 years in solitary confinement—for the police who caught you here and his police dog. And you, you can go, ma'am. The court finds all charges against you invalid. Next!"

"I'm Hawkeye. This is the Iowa pickled bacon I brought. I know the bacon everyone eats most often is smoked, but you must come and try this way of doing it in my hometown, this will definitely subvert your imagination of bacon. It is not only not dry, but also very tender and smooth..." Hawkeye displayed his work to the camera. There were about three or four strips of bacon on the plate, and the color and fat distribution were perfect.

"The court temporarily finds you not guilty, but it looks like the portion is a bit small. You can completely do more, I will keep an eye on you..." The food judge narrowed her eyes and said.

"Hello everyone. I am Dr. Shiler. This is the Beijing roast duck and Cantonese roast goose I brought. I did spend a lot of effort to make them, but it is all worth it, I must let you hear how crispy the skin is..."

"God! Who caught him here? Who?! This police officer will be sentenced to stoning! And you, this doctor, we will plant 100 trees in your name. And set up two statues for you in the city. One holding a duck, one holding a goose. Next!"