New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 141 Spider-Man Returns

Queens, residential.

Brad and Fecia rang the doorbell of Parker's house, and the door creaked open, and an old woman appeared behind the door soon.

The old woman looked quite old, her face was wrinkled and wrinkled, but her eyes were piercing, showing the kindness of an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes.

Presumably this is Parker's amiable and respectable Aunt May.

"Are you Peter's friends? He's upstairs." The old man's voice and face could not hide his exhaustion, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

In fact, after experiencing the nightmare of the gamma world, everyone felt like a serious illness.

Brad nodded and said, "We are his classmates, and we are very worried about him."

"Peter's recent situation has been very strange." Aunt May said with a sigh, "He stopped interacting with his former friends, and even seemed to avoid me deliberately. When this incident was over, he returned home and hugged me. I, didn't say anything, just cried."

The corners of the old man's eyes gradually turned red again: "I don't know what to do. He is obviously going through something, and you know how much I want to be the one to help him through this difficult time! But I can't, I can't do anything .God, I hope you guys can do something to help Peter cheer up."

Fecia hurriedly supported the old man to comfort her, while Brad said, "Don't worry, we are here for this."

Felicia and Brad went upstairs on the wooden stairs.Parker's house is a duplex building, and his bedroom is on the second floor.The stairs are quite old, with many holes, and it is almost impossible to walk without making a sound every step of the way.

This meant that it was impossible for them to go upstairs without being spotted by Parker.It can even be speculated that Parker saw all their conversations at the door.

Brad gently pushed open the door of that bedroom, and the young man they were looking for was wearing a young man's casual clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking out the window with dull eyes.

"Hey, Peter." When Brad greeted, Fecia stood behind him and looked at the dazed Peter, feeling a faint heartache from the lonely back.

"I know you have to come sooner or later, but you shouldn't be here." Parker didn't look back, "I'm not Spider-Man anymore."

Although he didn't get the owner's consent, Brad "consciously" sat on Parker's bedside.

"Why? From what I can tell, you've done a good job. Ever since you quit the Avengers, we've all believed that you just needed a little time to get used to Gwen's departure, but none of us doubted that you'd be back sooner or later. "

Parker shook his head: "No, you don't understand. Spider-Man is gone."

Fecia couldn't help it either, and said, "Why? I have always...always... admired Spider-Man for being able to persevere for so long. I admire you very much. Why did you give up?"

Parker turned his head, looked into her pure eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"Is it a symbiont?" Brad asked.

Parker was a little surprised: "You know?"

"I know a little bit. That black battle suit, the symbiote is affecting your spirit and making you out of control, so you deliberately stay away from the people around you, right?"

Parker didn't speak, but lowered his head.His body was wrapped inch by inch by a black, liquid-like creature. Looking at the dressing process, it seemed as if he was swallowed by darkness, from head to toe.

Black Spider-Man, that's the one that used to be on TV.

Fecia watched with her own eyes, as if she felt the evil aura of the symbiote, she couldn't help covering her mouth.

"When I first put it on, I felt incredible. It was like a hyper-secretion of adrenaline, which gave me an uncontrollable high and made me feel like I could do anything," Parker said. "I found out later that it interfered with my mood. , made me irritable and agitated, but even so, I still lost to the powerful temptation of the suit. I naively thought that I could control it, but when it came to gamma infection."

"You lost control." Brad said lightly, "That's not your fault, everyone is out of control."

Parker shook his head: "You don't understand. I clearly remember that every person I killed, I remember the method and angle, and I can feel the temperature of the blood splashed on my body. They. They're innocent people. I've never killed anyone, but now I think I've degenerated into a part of the symbiote's grip. Spider-Man has been swallowed by it, never to return."

"No, you don't need to 'come back' at all," Brad insisted, "because you're not 'swallowed' at all. You're still here talking to us like this, and that's the best proof.”

"You don't understand, being manipulated like a puppet to brutally kill someone, and then you can clearly recall what a horrible experience it was for you." Parker said, shaking his head.

"No, I understand." Brad said without hesitation, without a trace of falsehood, "because I was once like you."

Parker looked at him in surprise.

"I was once dominated by anger, which activated the anger module of my ring. It manipulated me and crushed a person's heart." Brad narrated calmly, as if talking about someone else's experience.

It was also the first time Fecia heard Brad mention this, she was taken aback, and at the same time looked at him worriedly.

Parker hurriedly asked, "Then how did you get through it?"

"I didn't." Brad shook his head. "After that experience, I learned to do whatever it takes in some necessary situations. But."

He changed the subject and said, "You are different, Peter. You may not know what the Avengers think of you, but you are the light in our team, the unique sun. Your most unique ability is not as Spider-Man, but as Peter Parker, a sunny boy. I know all too well the pressures and burdens that life puts on you, but you never complain and are always inspiring."

"Yes." Fecia also echoed, "When I thought I was about to lose my father and brother, if you hadn't come to accompany me every day, I wouldn't have survived alone. I think there must be many people and Like me, I was once helped by Peter Parker to overcome difficulties, or regarded Spider-Man as the only light in my life. Even if it is for them or for the sake of those of us who have received your help, please be sure Come on."

Parker's gray eyes seemed to be rekindled, but he still hesitated and said: "But... this battle suit seems to be stuck to my body, and I can't take it off no matter what. Every time I think of resisting, It would hum and whisper and say things like I was already its thing."

"I didn't ask you to take it off," Brad said, "I want you to master it."

Parker froze for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, you don't understand. It's too strong, like organic, and it will swallow my consciousness. It's too dangerous."

"That's because you never have enough self-confidence." Brad said affirmatively, this sure tone almost infected Parker and made him shake, "If you believe that you can do it, and you have to do it reason, it can be done.”

"Yes, if it's you, it's definitely possible!" Fessia also said confidently.

Looking at Parker who was still hesitant, Brad added: "If you talk about the 'reason you have to do', I think Fezia can be a good reason."

If there is no joke at all, maybe this guy has long forgotten what a joke is, and every sentence seems to be business-like.Therefore, it took the two of them a few seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Felicia blushed: "Brother! What are you talking about?"

Brad shrugged indifferently, and said, "Isn't this obvious? I don't think it's a secret."

Parker didn't react violently, the black venom from his body faded away, and he changed back into casual clothes.

"I see," he said. "If what I do is as meaningful as you tell me, then I must persevere."

(End of this chapter)