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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next day.

The training room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

Captain America, wearing a light-colored vest, is sweating and exercising.

Wearing a light-colored sweatshirt and black shorts, her tight and explosive muscles shaped her perfect figure.

"Ah! Haha!"

The muscles in Captain America's waist and abdomen contracted, then suddenly released.

With the muscles breathing, the dumbbell she was holding suddenly dropped and then lifted again.

"Bang"

The heavy dumbbell hit the ground hard.

The dumbbells collided with the ground, making a tooth-piercing sound.

Sweat seeped out from her forehead, quickly covering her wheat-colored skin, which shone brightly under the sunlight.

After the explosive training, she started doing pull-ups.

But since the body has been genetically optimized, ordinary pull-ups can no longer function as a workout.

So she strapped metal weights to her calves and performed weighted pull-ups.

The pendant made of special materials has a density of grams per cubic centimeter. Although it is the size of a dumbbell, it weighs hundreds of kilograms.

"Hoo!"

Captain America used chains to tie pendant objects to his legs, and pulled his entire body upward in conjunction with his breathing.

After doing pull-ups yesterday, she started hitting the sandbag in front of her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the sandbag being violently hammered sounded in the training room.

"Are you okay, Captain."

A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Captain America looked back and saw Carter leaning against the doorway, looking at her.

"Not too old to move."

Carter came over to her and asked: "You look a little in a bad mood, Captain, is it because of your battle with Spider-Man yesterday?"

"Maybe, or maybe not, Paige, I just want to vent my energy. You know when a person feels bad, he will use some other ways to divert his emotions, and my diversion Those are the ways.”

She took a breath and asked Carter: "How is it? Is the boy named Eddie awake?"

"No, he is still in a coma. If you want to know something from him, it will be a bit difficult."

Carter came over and handed her the towel.

"About Spider-Man"

Captain America hesitated and asked Carter, "How much does SHIELD know about him?"

Although she said she didn't care, she still asked Carter the question that mattered most to her.

"We've been keeping an eye on him, and we noticed him before you returned."

"Do you know his true identity?"

Carter hesitated and nodded, "I know, but there are no more than three people from SHIELD who know his true identity."

"It's just that you didn't touch him, right?"

Carter nodded, "We haven't decided how to contact him yet."

"Leave it to me."

Captain America's eyes became serious, "I want to talk to him."

other side.

Stark Tower.

In the conference room, Tony Stark asked the assistant in a white coat: "Has the experimental data from Mali been verified?"

The laboratory in Mali, Africa, is now used by him as a base for alien experiments.

"It has been completed and is currently in the second damage test stage. However, boss, there is something wrong with the anti-Spider-Man suit you proposed."

"oh?"

Tony Stark touched his chin in surprise. He didn't have high expectations when he proposed this idea. Unexpectedly, his assistants had already begun to discover problems!

"What's the problem?"

"According to your original idea, boss, the further suit is more like an exoskeleton, with super strength, super defense, equipped with sonic guns, plastic bombs and nerve gas, with complete invisibility, and equipped with thrusters."

"The biggest difficulty is the bionic skeleton. It is difficult for us to completely imitate the exoskeleton of the alien."

Tony Stark nodded, expressing understanding.

When he came up with this idea, he just had a rough idea and no immediate plans to produce it.

"We haven't done enough research on alien creatures. If we want to figure out what this kind of creature is, we can't do it in a short time."

As he spoke, he stared at the new steel suit in front of him.

The new generation of steel suit is bright black, with sharp lines, and the chest area and shoulders are covered with uneven textures.

Gently stroking the suit, Tony Stark felt the coldness emanating from the material of the suit.

"Why can Peter have the power to control aliens? What is his relationship with aliens?"

He whispered to himself.

After standing there and thinking for a moment, he put the new generation research suit on his body.

When the energy is activated, a majestic and abundant sense of power fills the suit, and the uneven black alien-like patterns on the surface of the suit begin to change and rearrange themselves.

After a second, the texture becomes a more arranged, tighter, and more uneven horizontally expanding texture.

With the changes brought about by the appearance, the defense power has also been greatly improved.

Tony Stark clenched his fist, feeling the bonus provided by the suit.

He was impressed by Peter's previous fight with Eddie.

An indescribable sense of crisis always enveloped him.

After leaving the laboratory, Tony Stark went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into casual clothes, and drove home.

"Mr. Stark, lunch is ready."

An old man in a black tuxedo respectfully opened the door for him.

The butler had neatly combed gray hair, a handmade suit that was ironed neatly, and a straight waist slightly bent.

"Thank you, Dan."

Tony Stark thanked the butler, "But you don't have to prepare such a rich lunch. I'm not the kind of person who is particularly picky about food."

The walls in the hall are decorated with symmetrical carvings, and colorful Rembrandt self-portrait oil paintings are hung on them, with an elegant and retro style.

Exquisite and gorgeous silver candlesticks are placed on the long table, and European carpets that are finer than hair are spread on the ground.

Looking at the food already on the table, Tony complained to the butler:

"To be honest, I have no prejudice against French food, especially the foie gras that tastes good, but it's a waste of time. First, there are appetizers, then appetizers, soups, side dishes, main dishes, and desserts. Oh, there will be ice cream in between. I think most of my time will be wasted here."

"By the way!"

He snapped his fingers and said to the butler: "I want to invite a friend to visit the manor. Dan, you need to make some preparations in advance."

"Yes, sir."

Tony Stark picked up the knife and fork and picked up a piece of foie gras.

"I shouldn't be so worried. After all, Peter is my friend."

Shrugged his shoulders and said to himself.

"Actually, I'm not used to it either. I still prefer British food to French food."

Gwen wore a pair of beautiful crystal sandals on her feet and a pearl-colored long skirt on her lower body. The material should be extremely smooth silk, which showed her curvy figure and youthful figure.

Gwen tonight did not dress like a high school girl in school. She changed into mature women's clothes, which was more attractive.

Peter looked at Gwen.

Her blue eyes flashed with youthful and fiery light, and her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, undulating like a small waterfall, shining with golden light.

The two were in a French restaurant, and Peter invited Gwen to taste French food.

As for why he invited Gwen to eat French food.

He felt that if he did not accompany Gwen to relax, this girl who lost her superpowers would torture herself into depression.

"Gwen, if France has a place to strike down Britain, it is in the food. Britain's dark cuisine is famous all over the world."

"I don't think it's that bad."

Gwen still argued unreasonably.

"You know what? Gwen, if heaven is British police, German technicians and French chefs, then do you know what hell is?"

Gwen tilted her head and thought for a while, "I don't know, but I know this must be a joke attacking British food."

Peter nodded, "You guessed it right, hell is German police, French technicians and British chefs."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed happily.

Dinner came to an end in Gwen's good mood.

While enjoying the dessert happily, Gwen suddenly felt something wrong with her body, and a feeling of vomiting surged from her throat.

"Sorry, Peter, I'm going to the bathroom."

Gwen endured the discomfort of her body and pretended to be calm and said to Peter.

Then she walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Ugh!"

In the sink, Gwen vomited a lot of food she had just eaten.

Looking at the food she vomited, Gwen felt a sense of fear in her heart.

She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to see what was wrong with her.

She had been feeling unwell since last night.

She stretched out her arm and observed her fair skin.

Suddenly!

A black shadow flashed across her skin.

Gwen immediately grabbed her arm and breathed deeply.

What is this? !

Why is it so similar to the black sticky substance on Eddie's body?

Could it be that the thing has parasitized her body?

She suddenly remembered the dream she had last night.

In the dream, her whole body was wrapped in black sticky liquid, and her tentacles were waving in the sky.

No!

I will never become a monster like Eddie!

Gwen kept saying this to herself in her heart.

Forcing herself to calm down, Gwen fixed her makeup and walked out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay, Gwen?"

Peter saw that something was wrong with Gwen and asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine. I mean, maybe my appetite is not suitable for French food, so my stomach is a little uncomfortable, but it's all a small problem."

Gwen smiled at Peter.

Peter looked around Gwen and nodded.

Seeing that Gwen was not right, he did not continue to ask.

"Yeah, that's good. If you have any questions, tell me directly, Gwen. We are a family, right?"

"Yes, a family."

Gwen came over and hugged Peter's arm.

Late at night.

Gwen tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She always felt that her body was burned by something, as if an invisible existence was swimming in her body.

Nausea and vomiting came up from time to time.

She simply got up and looked at the darkening night outside.

After hesitating, she picked up the spider mask and quietly slipped out of the window.

"Bang!"

Gwen jumped out of the window and almost sprained her feet because she lost her superpower.

Rubbing her feet, she put on her hood and walked into the night.

Soon she came to the rooftop of a building.

"This is where I was chased by the gangsters. I jumped over here. If it weren't for Peter, I would have fallen down."

Gwen came to the familiar rooftop, took a deep breath and said to herself.

She always felt like there was a power that was about to explode in her body.

This made her feel very uneasy.

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm the restless power in her body.

But the black consciousness of destruction instantly surged out of her body.

Black viscous liquid surged out of her body and surrounded her.

"No! No! No!"

Sensing something bad, Gwen wanted to stop the black mucus from surrounding her, but no matter how hard she struggled, she was still surrounded by the black mucus.

One minute later.

Gwen stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at her arms in shock.

Black viscous liquid surrounded the arm, forming a protective shell.

And the lost spider superpower seems to have returned to her body again.

She tried shooting webbing from her wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The spider silk shot out from the wrist, but turned into black and thicker spider silk.

The symbiote combined with her spider serum to create different abilities and helped her regain her abilities.

She covered her forehead and felt waves of pain coming from her.

There seemed to be an impulse of destruction and killing attacking her brain, and two different consciousnesses were fighting for control of her body.

"No! I am no one else, I am Gwen, and I am Gwen Stacey!"

Gwen, who couldn't bear the mental torture, opened her eyes, forcibly discarded the messy things in her mind, and jumped forward suddenly.

"Bang!"

She jumped over the rooftop and onto another building, then shot out spider silk from her wrist to reach higher into the sky.

"Speed ​​up! If we can't get this damn woman out of here, we're going to be thrown into jail by the police, and don't tell me you want to pick up soap in jail!"

In a speeding black off-road vehicle, a man wearing a helmet and sitting in the passenger seat said to several people behind the vehicle.

The people behind the car were all men wearing helmets that covered their faces, and among them was a trembling woman.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want!"

The woman was a well-known singer, but she was kidnapped as soon as she left the hotel.

She trembled and begged several people for mercy.

"Your latest album has earned 12 million in the international market. Although I don't understand why it is so valuable, you will find that our requirements are very reasonable and things are very thoughtful. Now let your people The money was deposited into our account.”

The kidnapper, led by the co-pilot, said to the female singer:

"Also, tell your people, if I see any police or vehicles following us, your next album will have to wait until after death to record, do you understand?"

"clear."

The diva nodded through tears.

"Very good. I hope your company or agent will not disappoint us."

The kidnapper turned his head with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, there was a "bang" sound immediately from the roof of the car, as if something fell on it.

"Damn! What is that!"

The leader of the kidnappers immediately pointed his pistol at the roof of the car and asked in a panicked voice.

"Tear!"

The next second, the metal of the car's roof was ripped open.