American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Peter Parker had never felt such regret as he did today, because his negligence had led to Uncle Ben's death. He didn't even dare to look at his aunt, who was weeping sadly in the living room, much less tell her that he was the cause of it all. He was like a small animal that, after being hit hard, retreated to its den to lick its wounds alone, unwilling to have contact with anyone.

Not even Gwen Stacy, the girl he liked in his heart.

Not even Harry Osborn, his best friend at school.

"Peter doesn't not want to see you, it's just that he might need some space to be alone right now," Aunt May said as she saw Gwen and Harry to the door, gently hugging them both and comforting them. Her husband's death had also caused her extreme grief, but it also made her realize that this family needed someone to stand up and support it. As an adult, she was better able to control her emotions in front of others.

"I know," Gwen hugged Aunt May back. "If needed, I'll help Peter take a leave of absence tomorrow. I'll come over and check on him these next few days."

"I'll come see him often too," Harry chimed in.

"You're both good kids. I'm so glad Peter has friends like you," Aunt May squeezed out a smile and watched the two waving goodbye before closing the door.

"Need a ride? My driver is nearby," Harry and Gwen walked side by side, Harry pointing to his car parked by the side of the road.

"Thank you," Gwen said, not refusing Harry's kindness. The two got into the back seat of the car one after the other, and Harry instructed the driver in the driver's seat. The car started and headed towards the Stacy residence.

The car was quiet, both Harry and Gwen were silent, as if no one wanted to break the silence. Harry could see the worry and disappointment on Gwen's face, but he didn't know how to comfort her. His sweet words and techniques to amuse girls seemed out of place in this situation, especially with Gwen.

"You like that boy," Gwen, who was hanging her head in silence, suddenly heard a voice. She looked up in a daze, looking at Harry beside her: "What did you say just now?"

"What?" Harry was taken aback by Gwen's sudden question, and asked back in confusion.

"Didn't you just talk to me?" Gwen blinked. She had clearly heard a voice talking to her just now, but she couldn't concentrate and didn't distinguish where it came from.

"Of course not, I thought you needed to be alone right now," Harry shook his head.

"You like that boy named Peter!" Another clear voice was captured by Gwen.

Gwen glanced around blankly, her gaze finally falling on Harry beside her: "You really didn't talk to me just now?"

"I promise I didn't!" Harry raised his hand.

"But I really heard someone talking to me just now," Gwen frowned.

Harry heard this and looked at Gwen with some concern: "I know you're worried about Peter's condition, but don't put so much pressure on yourself. I think you might be having auditory and visual hallucinations. I occasionally feel like this when I'm under too much academic pressure. Sometimes I even dream of my father's disappointed face, which is really terrible."

"Maybe," Gwen didn't refute.

The Stacy residence wasn't far, and soon the driver arrived at the destination. After saying goodbye to Harry, Gwen picked up her backpack, got out of the car, and walked towards her home.

"Your brain is full of that boy, can you switch to some other scenes?"

That sudden voice rang out again, and Gwen immediately stopped. Her face was a little pale, and after looking around, she found that there was no one else besides her. She frowned and tentatively said, "Who are you?"

"I am you," the voice quickly replied.

"I am you?" Gwen felt a little absurd. She felt that she was mentally normal and stable, without any signs of schizophrenia. She had even enjoyed a full body monitoring when she was half-employed at Hyberion some time ago, and everything was normal!

"You can just think of me as a foreign symbiote. We coexist, coexist, and grow with the host," the voice said. "You don't need to look for me, I'm in your body. I'm talking to you with consciousness now."

"Symbiote? You have your own thoughts and will? When did you enter my body?" Gwen blurted out a series of questions. She felt that the fright she had experienced in a year was not as great as what she was experiencing today.

"Of course I have my own thoughts and will. As for when I entered your body? It should have been a few days ago. I feel that your brain is very suitable for me to inhabit. I don't like hosts that are too stupid," the voice said.

"Wait, you can know what I'm thinking?" Gwen suddenly realized something she had ignored at the beginning.

"Of course, it's an instinct. We feed on the host's emotions, and different individuals have different tastes. For example, I prefer happiness, especially the happy emotions gained from knowledge. I especially like it. Your mood is terribly low today, which makes me lose my appetite. It's like a chef has made a large table of very unpalatable dishes, and you still have to finish them. This is not the scariest thing, what's even scarier is that this chef has no intention of stopping, he's still making more unpalatable dishes.

Originally, I didn't want to scare you, but I really couldn't stand it anymore. I'm not one of those rough guys who don't refuse any emotions. My appetite isn't that big!" the voice complained frantically.

Very strangely, Gwen actually empathized with and felt the dissatisfaction of a certain consciousness in her body. Although Gwen didn't know whether this was her hallucination or the truth.

"I'm sorry," Gwen subconsciously apologized under the influence of this emotion.

"Do you like that boy? If you like him, why don't you confess? I've seen your memories, and for you, as long as you confess, you can be together," the voice repeated the original words. "But I suggest that if you really want to be together, you must give yourself more personal space and learn more knowledge, at least so that I can eat my fill every day. The dopamine secreted by love is also good, but it can't be considered a proper meal to me."

"I think I need to get my body checked," Gwen said. She didn't want to have such an inexplicable symbiote in her body all the time, especially since the other party could share her memories.

"Your body is very healthy. In fact, even if it's not healthy, I can make you healthy. You don't need to worry about what kind of threat I am. My prosperity is your prosperity, and my loss is your loss, we are in a symbiotic relationship," the voice naturally and easily sensed Gwen's inner anxiety and thoughts, but it didn't react strongly to it, but tried to reason with Gwen to gain trust.

However, Gwen was determined, she decided to go to the company for an examination as soon as possible, even if this parasite, who kept saying that it was symbiotic and prosperous, behaved harmlessly, she at least had to know what the hell this thing in her body was.