I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

The next day.

Parker's house.

"With a swollen eye and a broken head, are you ready to compete in America's Next Top Model? Gwen."

Water gurgled from the faucet.

Peter soaked a towel with warm water and wiped Gwen's forehead.

What happened was that when Gwen went to the supermarket to buy yogurt, she met a guy who robbed a nearby jewelry store.

Although it is very simple to subdue the opponent.

But in the end, she was attacked by those guys and a grenade exploded in front of her.

The uniform was torn and her forehead was swollen.

Gwen obediently let Peter wipe her.

Peter's tenderness surprised her.

You must know that this is very inconsistent with his usual personality.

Look at those hands, maybe he could crush his own head as easily as a tomato.

But Peter's touch was so gentle, almost magical, like a painter's hand.

Gwen couldn't help but think wildly.

"Well, Peter, you are quite good at taking care of others."

Gwen felt that her dark thoughts were dangerous, so she stopped thinking and changed the subject.

"I tried to be careful. If you weren't Spider-Woman, the wound on your face would have required stitches."

"Even if I wasn't Ghost Spider or Spider Woman, I wouldn't need stitches, just a Band-Aid."

"That will leave scars."

Gwen winked mischievously, "It's sexier with scars."

"You have a weird idea of ​​sexy, Gwen."

"I've always been a weird girl."

Gwen felt that she was not quite normal.

She now enjoyed the other's touch because it was pure and intimate.

This comfortable feeling fascinated her.

Gwen is willing to embrace this peace of mind without distractions forever.

But she couldn't control her heart, and she couldn't help but think about whether she would always have such happiness.

I have been dreaming recently about the death of Spider-Man.

Not just himself, it seems that many Spider-Mans in parallel universes have suffered bad luck.

Was that really just a nightmare?

Or does it represent some kind of sign?

Gwen gasped.

She suddenly heard what her father once said: Destiny is like a huge roller coaster.

Everyone was firmly fixed in their seats, and no one could get off the bus early.

People experience peaks and valleys, sharp turns and long straight lines, screaming, nervousness, fear, and the end result is always a slow ride to the finish line.

Destiny determines everything we go through, and the hand of fate controls everything in the world.

Gwen felt Peter's touch, raised her head and said to Peter: "I find that I have been thinking a lot lately, Peter."

"About what?"

Peter asked, looking down at her.

"Destiny, death, etc. Anyway, I have evolved in the direction of a philosopher recently."

"Well, this shows that you are not being modest when you say that you are a weird girl."

Peter pretended to think hard.

“We’re both weirdos, so we’re made for each other.”

Gwen was not angry, but narrowed her eyes and said.

"Peter, I want to ask you a favor."

Gwen then said.

"Too heavy hand?"

"No, it's just right. Can you stay with me all the time? I mean, in the name of Spider-Man, we fight together and will never be separated."

"Isn't it now?"

Peter feels that Gwen has recently evolved into a clingy girlfriend rather than a philosopher.

After all, apart from eating and rocking out, Gwen probably has nothing to do with philosophy.

Now she is beginning to evolve into an adolescent girlfriend.

"Of course, I mean we always have to prepare for a rainy day. After all, things in the future, destiny or something, may change a little bit."

Gwen also felt as if she was no longer herself.

"Ahem."

After coughing, Gwen got up from the bed and kissed Peter's chin.

"Today is Monday, don't be late, otherwise it will be a bad start to the new week."

After getting up, Gwen walked outside.

Although just now my forehead would feel a little painful as long as I moved my mouth.

However, she still felt good.

noon.

Stark Tower.

The extremely beautiful Helen stood at the front desk and pushed up the frame of her sunglasses.

After reporting her name to the front desk, she walked into the elevator and pressed the elevator on the 22nd floor according to the address provided to her.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Peter for making his own decisions and sending himself into this so-called expedition.

But she was already interested in this copper mine and ultimately refused.

After Kingpin died, the resources he left behind were coveted by many people.

In order to deal with these guys, she put a lot of thought into it.

Pressing her aching forehead, she felt a little unhappy.

Could this guy be tired of being with his little girlfriend and want to be the boss?

"Buzz!"

As she stepped out of the elevator, an inconspicuous bee followed her for a short distance and then disappeared into the ventilation duct.

Helen took out her phone and saw that Peter had sent her a text message.

"How are things going?"

"Aren't you spying on me?"

She glanced at the opening of the ventilation duct and texted back.

"It's not surveillance, the purpose is to ensure your safety."

Peter replied to the other person in the classroom.

"I don't believe you have such good intentions."

After Helen pushed open the conference room, she found several acquaintances of hers inside.

Last time at Bear Mountain in the State Park, when I stood on Peter's side, Vampire Princess, Daywalker and others who stood on the opposite side of her were sitting in the conference room.

There was also a very familiar guy.

Helen felt that he was a bit like the werewolf who was almost killed by the Queen last time.

Seeing Helen's appearance, Vampire Princess' face showed a look of astonishment.

She didn't expect Tony Stark to invite this woman!

Wearing a yellow windbreaker, covering her graceful body, Vampire Princess stood up and looked at Helen.

"It's you? Spider-Man's men!"

"No, I'm not his men, I can only say that we are partners."

Helen naturally would not admit that she was Spider-Man's men.

You know that I beat this bastard and fled in embarrassment. Am I so weak in the eyes of others?

Vampire Princess's dislike for Helen is not only between beautiful women.

She also feels a strong devilish breath from this woman.

"Really? Then why didn't Spider-Man come?"

Vampire Queen showed her aura in front of Helen, "Or is it because of the matter of Xiongshan that he dared not show up?"

"Maybe you should ask him in person. I think he should not hesitate to explain to a beauty like you."

Helen said while looking at the people in the conference room.

Except for Vampire Queen, Daywalker, and the guy who looked like a werewolf, the rest should be mutants.

You know, mutants are not having a good time now. They are the rats that everyone wants to kill.

Tony Stark can find these guys, it seems that he has a lot of power.

Vampire Queen saw Helen's disapproving look, and her anger rose instantly.

As a hunter who hunts dark creatures, she was quite restrained by not taking action directly.

This woman actually looked like she didn't take me seriously.

"Very good, if you tell me his address, I will go find him and the alien creature."

Vampire Queen said that she was looking for trouble with Spider-Man.

Although this guy didn't show up much in New York City, he was terrifyingly famous.

Even Spider-Woman, who often fights criminals, is not as famous as him.

She has always wanted to find Spider-Man, but this guy doesn't seem to be that easy to find.

The reason for his fame is that he is full of mystery. No one knows his identity or whereabouts.

Helen sat down, ignoring the eyes cast by everyone, and said: "I will tell him your request, but the specific time depends on my mood."

Vampire Princess was about to continue the "debate" with her, when the door of the conference room was pushed open and Tony Stark walked in.