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Chapter 443 The Simplest Answer
When Peter returned home listlessly, Aunt May was already waiting on the sofa in the living room.Today, she neither greeted her enthusiastically as usual to ask questions, nor was she busy in the kitchen saying, "Dinner will be ready soon" or something like that.

Today she was just sitting there, with a livid face, arms folded, and the words "The visitor is not kind" written all over her face.

The atmosphere is stiff.

"Peter." She pointed to the empty seat next to her. "We need to talk."

Peter hesitated and sat down on the sofa.

Although he was in a very bad mood and didn't want to talk about anything at all, he rarely disobeyed Aunt May's wishes.Besides, he also roughly knew the reason for Aunt Mei's attitude, and he thought that this conversation would most likely be unavoidable.

After a few seconds of silence, Aunt Mei spoke up: "The principal called me. They said that you didn't go to school yesterday, and you even missed school probation today. Is it true?"

"Yeah." Peter didn't mean to deny it at all, even denying it at a time like this is pointless.

"Would you mind sharing why?"

"Nothing." Peter said irritably, "I just don't want to go."

"Don't want to go?" Aunt Mei was obviously angry, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know. But I'm just not in the mood, okay? I'm not in the mood for all the crap at school"

Aunt Mei said earnestly, "Child, I was in your age group, and it's normal to be a little upset sometimes. But you have to learn to deal with these things. If Ben is still alive, he will also hope."

"But he's gone!"

Peter was surprised that he had said that, but he did, and very loudly.

Yes, Uncle Ben is no longer here, and there is no way to teach him any more.

Uncle Ben told him, "With great power comes great responsibility", and he has always taken this as the principle and creed of his actions.He used to think that the truth was very simple, it was nothing more than using his extraordinary ability to do things that ordinary people could not do.To put it simply, it is to help the good and fight the bad.

But today, he finds that he seems to be unable to tell who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.

If Uncle Ben was still around, he would have many, many questions to ask.If it was Uncle Ben, he would definitely be able to give the correct answer.

But he shouldn't have said that to Aunt May.Aunt Mei was already a little shocked, she never expected that the always well-behaved Peter would lose control so much.

Peter dropped his schoolbag, got up and walked out.

"Wait a minute, Peter"

But he didn't stop.He went out quickly, and disappeared from Aunt Mei's sight in an instant.

Peter was in a terrible mood, and more and more he was beginning to feel that his choices were wrong.

In fact, Peter, who is still ignorant of the registration act, is not very clear about what these abstract policies mean.At the beginning, he agreed to register because Mr. Stark agreed, so he also agreed.

In fact, he didn't have much resistance to the registration act itself. If the higher-ups asked everyone to register, then they should register. Anyway, they should do whatever they want, and some people even pay them wages and allowances.But what really disgusted him was the attitude of everyone, including Stark, towards those who were not registered.

He felt it was wrong when he said that he wanted to hunt down the Avengers led by Captain America, and then it was the Gwen incident, all of which made him start to have doubts.

The setting sun is gradually setting, leaving only the last ray of light on the horizon.Peter sat alone on the roof, staring at the fading sun, his mind was in a mess.

"Mind if I sit here?"

The girl's crisp voice brought him back to reality.Peter turned his head and found that Gwen had also come to this roof without knowing it.Today, she is also in casual clothes, wearing a crisp short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts. Her golden hair seems to be shining in the setting sun.

"Gwen!?" Peter stood up in surprise, "You you you..." He looked around subconsciously and lowered his voice, "...is it really okay for you to just show up like this? I might still be under surveillance"

"It's okay, it's okay, Stark isn't staring at you now." Gwen waved his hand and sat down.

Peter was taken aback: "How do you know?"

"I just know it."

"Okay." So Peter also sat down, hesitated, and said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

"No, I know you didn't call Stark here. And he's just doing his job, no one has done anything wrong."

As Gwen spoke, she took out a pack of chewing gum, chewed one by herself, and handed one to Peter at the same time.

"Eat?"

Peter took it: "Thank you."

"Looks worried?" Gwen asked, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing. It's just...it's still those things." Peter said dejectedly, "About the Registration Act. I know there are many people like you who have not accepted registration but have been doing good things. If in the future, Stark Sir ordered that I must go after you too, like a criminal. I don't know what to do."

"What do you think?" Gwen asked.

Peter shook his head: "It doesn't matter what I think."

"How could it not matter?" Gwen said seriously. "It matters. In fact, it's probably the only thing that matters. I was told by someone very important to me that the things that define my life and my worth It’s not who I am or how powerful I am. What matters is who I want to be and what I’m willing to do for it.”

Peter was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously chewing on this passage.

"So, what do you think you want to be, Peter?" Gwen continued, "Or Spider-Man—this thing you created and gave meaning to, you think he should mean What?"

Does Spider-Man mean anything?

Peter closed his eyes and began to think...remember.

He thought of the night Spider-Man was born, of Uncle Ben, and of the killer who took his life.He thought of the last words Uncle Ben left him, and thought of everything he had done and everyone he had saved after becoming Spider-Man.

He remembered why Spider-Man was born, and why he will continue to exist.

Peter opened his eyes and looked at Gwen with firm, no longer confused eyes.

"I seem to understand," he said earnestly. "Thank you, Gwen."

"Thank me? Why? I just happened to pass by and chat with you, but I didn't say anything."

Gwen smiled and stood up.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I have to report at night, and I'll be reprimanded by the witch if I'm late."

(End of this chapter)