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Chapter 42: Educating Teenagers

With the "Aunt May crisis" resolved, the two Peters returned to the topic they left off.But in order to avoid such an accident from happening again, they opened the window and brought the conversation to a hidden grove several hundred meters away.

"It's almost time to explain," Peter in the blue T-shirt first asked, "Who the hell are you? What's your purpose?"

"I know who I am. My name is Peter Parker." Peter looked at him without flinching. "The question should be, who are you?"

"That's funny, because I'm the real Peter Parker, and I'm pretty sure I don't have a twin with the same name. If you were me, you'd have to know something that only I know, like" He thought about it for a while, "...the first girl I like, who is that?"

"Mary Jane Watson, moved across from us when I was five years old." Peter replied without thinking, "We have been the best playmates since then, and I have liked her for a long time, until I was 13 years old. At that time, their family moved away and they have never seen each other since then.”

The blue T-shirt narrowed his eyes and stared at him with uncomfortable gaze for a while.

"It was a fluke, but you will pass this question."

"Now it's my turn to ask," Peter asked, "Peter Parker's first girlfriend, who was that?"

"Gwen Stacy," Blue T-Shirt replied dryly. "I didn't even talk to girls much until high school. Gwen was the first one who would let me go, until"

He stopped, and gently closed his eyes, as if he really recalled that painful memory.

"...so that's why you gave up being Spider-Man," he said softly.

Peter noticed that the personal pronouns in his statements had changed from "I" to "you."

"Hell, you really are the real Spider-Man." The other Peter looked pained, "These memories, they are so real, I can remember every detail clearly. I remember Gwen Falling off the bridge, I remember Harry's crazy laugh and how you tried everything to catch her But deep down, I knew it wasn't real. I tried to convince myself that I was The real Spider-Man, but from the moment Aunt May walked in the door it became clear that I couldn't be you."

Peter froze in place, not knowing what to say.

"...I realized that I'm just an imposter after all, your shadow," that Peter continued, "I'm not Peter Parker, I'm not Spider-Man, I'm a clone of Spider-Man."

"Wait, you say you are my clone?" Peter asked in surprise, "But who?"

"Yes, and unfortunately I'm not the only one. There are others who are far worse than me."

Before Clone Peter could finish his words, a needle-like tingling sensation hit both of them at the same time.The two Peters turned their heads vigilantly at the same time under the warning of the spider sensor, and saw the man in black with a red rotten cape fall from the sky again, somersaulting in the air and landed heavily in front of them.

"Well, I was just trying to tell you that there are far worse clones out there?" Cloned Peter and jumped out of his way. "Look, here he is."

***
After wolfing down her third sandwich, the clone teen seems to have finally come to terms with her situation.Michael briefly explained to her what had happened, and he was a little surprised that the girl didn't seem too surprised when she heard the part about her being a clone.

"So, I'm a clone." She wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Well, deep down, I already had this feeling, as if all my memories—albeit so Clarity, authenticity — it all belonged to someone else. I was just a spectator in all of those clips, I could only watch, I couldn’t participate in changing anything, and I didn’t feel the emotions that the real Gwen had.”

She lifted her head, her emerald green eyes sparkling like jewels.

"You rescued me?"

"almost."

"Thank you, sincerely." The girl nodded, then lowered her head and said in a low voice, "But why don't you just destroy me?"

"Why do you think I need to do that?"

"Because I'm not supposed to exist, am I?" Her tone sounded logical and self-deprecating, "I'm not Gwen Stacy, and obviously I'm not Spider-Man. They made me just to be a weapon." , Ask me to kill someone, God has no place for me in this world. My life itself is meaningless."

Wanda opened her mouth, but closed it again without saying anything.She wanted to comfort this painful girl, but she found that she seemed to know nothing about her fate, and she didn't know where to start even if she comforted her.

Michael pursed his lips.

Why save Gwen?Because she is said to be the best clone sample, possessing superpowers that even surpass Spider-Man's body, and Michael just lacks people.

But if she has maintained this negative state of self-denial, it obviously won't help much.

He bent down slowly, and looked at the girl with her head down.

"I saved you because I had a plan." His tone was cold, not consoling but critical, "but first, you have to get one thing clear. God has no place for anyone, no Yours, and none of mine. No one's existence counts—if they don't fight for it."

The girl raised her head blankly.

"Whether it is meaning or value, this kind of thing is bestowed by man, not the so-called God. Whether you like it or not, you have already lived in this world. So if you still hold on to this for the rest of your life If you don’t want to live with your own thoughts and waste your talents, then you are really meaningless. But if you decide to control your own destiny and carve out your own future, then from now on, you are Gwen.”

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him at a close distance. She felt that the eyes in front of her were deep and sharp, as if hiding a sharp razor, with an irresistible persuasive force.

The cell phone rang from the inside pocket of Michael's windbreaker.

He stood up straight, took out his phone and looked at the screen, the caller ID was Shirley.

"Sorry, excuse me."

Michael left the room and entered the corridor. He closed the door before answering the phone: "What's the matter? I'm busy educating teenagers."

"Sorry to interrupt your business, sir," Shirley said, "but you told me to report to you personally when I find the base of any remaining HYDRA leaders at large?"

"Any eyebrows?"

"Daniel Whitehall, one of the biggest fish, sir. An agent of Tianjian reported his hiding place 5 minutes ago."

"Okay. Don't hang up, wait for me a little bit."

Michael put down the phone, went back to the room and said to the three super teenagers: "Sorry, I have some urgent matters to deal with for a while, and I will continue the conversation when I come back. Try to be friendly when I am away, okay?"

Wanda nodded at him: "We will take good care of Gwen."

Michael closed the door and went back to the corridor, and put on the wireless headset as he walked out quickly: "Send me the address, Shirley. Also prepare the armor for me, we will set off in 3 minutes."

(End of this chapter)