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

"Did you read yesterday's news?"

The next day.

The little naughty boy asked Peter and Gwen after getting up.

"What?"

Gwen touched her nose guiltily.

Although she and Peter didn't break through the last step last night, they still did something bad, so she kept looking carefully into the little naughty eyes, for fear that the other party would see it.

"Last night's party news, about mutants."

Seeing Gwen's confused expression, the little naughty boy waved his hand, "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"You mean the idiot who blew up the car?"

Peter said as he walked down the stairs.

"?"

The little naughty boy looked at him in surprise, "Peter, how do you know?"

"I watched the news."

Peter raised the phone in his hand, "The news said someone may have used special tools to blow up the car."

Although he didn't know what happened at the scene, he probably guessed something.

Gwen curiously took the phone from Peter's hand and asked while watching the news: "But I didn't see the guy in a battle suit. Is he really a mutant?"

"It should be about the same."

Little Naughty showed the two of them the video recorded last night, "Coincidentally, Katie was also at the scene at the time, and we recorded the 'crime scene' during our video call."

"By the way, I know a cool guy named Wolverine, and he doesn't wear a battle suit either."

Peter, who was next to him, looked slightly surprised when he heard the little naughty boy say that he knew Wolverine.

Do the little rascals in this world also know Wolverine?

He was thinking about whether the Wolverine in this world was a boy or a girl, while Gwen was gossiping with the little naughty boy about the superpowers of the blond man Geldof.

"Goo!"

Gwen's stomach suddenly growled.

"Okay, I have to take care of breakfast."

She said to the little naughty kid: "I'd like to order a cheeseburger, or cheese. Do you want me to order one for you?"

The little naughty boy shook his head, "No, I don't like animal fat. I guess there must be animal fat in the cheese."

"Actually."

Gwen took out her mobile phone and said: "Animal fats are notorious. In the 1970s, they were demonized along with other animal fats. However, the fact is that it is actually vegetable fats that kill you, Krosk. Margarine.”

Gwen ordered a cheeseburger as quickly as possible, and ordered one for Peter as well.

Just as she was waiting expectantly for the takeaway burger to be delivered to her door, her cell phone rang.

"Buzz!"

The phone vibrated and Gwen looked at the caller's name - Liz.

After talking to Liz for a few words, she put down her phone in frustration.

"Although we saved the multiverse crisis, we still can't escape the Past exam."

Gwen said she was most afraid of hearing about the exam now.

After all, she has been busy with the heir affairs recently and hasn't gone to school for a long time.

Even the Mary Janes haven't been to rehearsals in a long time.

"I'm afraid I'll fail the exam."

Gwen cast a helpless look at Peter.

"Like you, Gwen, I don't have any confidence in academic exams."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and said to her: "One thing you are better than me is that Gwen is a top student."

"I'm not a top student."

Gwen breathed out, "At least compared to you, Peter, I feel like I'm not smart enough."

The little naughty boy looked at Peter and Gwen and felt that there was a sour smell of love in the air.

"So are you going to school?"

She coughed and interrupted the two of them with a slightly annoyed tone.

"I guess I can't escape. After all, I have to prepare for the 'Past exam'."

Gwen said with a sigh.

evening.

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

"This place...is like a prison."

Strange, who had not yet become Doctor Strange, was lying on the hospital bed and said to Christine next to him.

Two weeks have passed since he was warned by Peter about the car accident on a rainy night.

In order to rush for time, he drove a Lamborghini and speeded on the winding mountain road on a rainy night, but in the end he did not escape the accident.

Strange was currently lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes like a blank blackboard.

He felt dead, but he was not dead - his pulse was still beating, but his brain had lost consciousness, and his mind was like a barren garden full of rotting vegetables.

After recovering from this bad state, he stared blankly at his hands, which were bandaged like rice dumplings.

The hands he was so proud of were now trembling and unconscious.

His hands with severe nerve damage made it impossible for him to even hold chopsticks.

He felt a sense of despair when he thought that his hands could no longer hold the scalpel.

Christine, who was taking care of him, said to him: "For you, this is the place where you used to work."

"But now it's a beautiful prison, like any other prison."

Strange rubbed his face.

He was tired, tired in his eye sockets, pacing his cage and scratching the ground with his claws.

"So... I can never pick up a scalpel again, huh?"

Strange asked desperately.

"I don't know."

Kristen didn’t know how to comfort the other person.

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She reached out her hand and took Strange's hands, "I believe you can recover."

"No, I'm a doctor, you can't lie to me, Christine."

Strange's tone was slightly resentful and painful.

He resented his inability to do anything now.

"You have to be patient and wait for your body to recover, Strange."

Christine advised.

"No!"

Staring at his trembling hands, he said painfully to Christine: "There is no possibility anymore, they have completely destroyed me!"

The "they" Strange refers to are the doctors who performed surgery on his hand.

"They destroyed me!"

The desperate Strange made hysterical sounds of pain.

Kristen didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only remain silent.

In the end, she didn't even know how she got out of the ward.

Sighing, she looked down the hallway.

It's all gray, with a few flowers brightening the color, and the TV in the hallway's seating area keeps flickering.

The resident doctor came in pushing the ambulance.

A woman and a young girl rushed in. The woman was mourning for her relatives, and the young girl was worried and frightened, probably because she had never seen such a scene.

Kristine, who was in a bad mood, turned around and prepared to walk to the office.

But she saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

It’s Peter whom we haven’t seen for a long time!

After Peter stayed at school for a long time, he came to the hospital and asked Dr. Lane to examine the abnormal embryo in his body.

After absorbing the alien clone, his body's changes entered another stage.

Transforming into a larger and more powerful alien monster allowed him to eliminate Sorus, but the formation of this change was full of mystery and unknown to him.

He wanted to ask Dr. Lane to do some tests on him to see if he could find anything.

"Dr. Christine?"

Just as he was thinking about things, he looked up and suddenly saw the beautiful doctor.

"Long time no see, Peter."

Christine greeted him.

"Hmm, Gwen was hospitalized last time."

After Peter exchanged greetings with him, he asked, "Isn't Dr. Strange here?"

He already knew about the other party's car accident from the newspaper.

It was expected and not surprising.

But he had been fighting the successor before, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Christine had a strange expression when she heard Peter ask about Strange.

"It's not good. He was in a car accident and suffered severe nerve damage in his hand."

Christine said in a low tone: "This is a fatal blow to him, because it is very likely that he will never be able to pick up a scalpel like before."

"so."

Peter pretended to hear it for the first time, pondered for a moment and then continued to ask: "Can't it be completely cured?"

"Four surgeries have been performed, but the recovery has not been ideal."

Peter nodded.

In the ward on the other side, Strange got out of bed and walked out of the ward.

When he walked to the door and saw Peter talking to Christine, he was stunned.

What Peter said before sounded in his mind.

The night before the car accident, the other party reminded him not to use his mobile phone while driving.

"Peter."

Strange took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"I heard Dr. Christine tell you what happened to you, Dr. Strange."

Peter greeted him.

"you"

Strange felt a turmoil in his heart, and as he stared at the other person, an idea that even he thought was ridiculous suddenly came to his mind - he knew from the beginning that he would be in a car accident.

"You knew that from the beginning, right? Peter."

Strange asked directly.

"Know what?"

Peter pretended not to understand.

"You knew from the beginning that I was going to be in a car accident that night."

Strange said something that shocked Christine next to him.

"You said that reading CT medical records while driving should not be a safe thing, especially when it was raining heavily outside. It was raining heavily outside that night, and I was about to drive to a seminar."

The more he talked, the more he felt that Peter seemed to know something.

With a somewhat excited tone, he took Peter's hand and said, "If you know my fate, Peter, please tell me, what should I do next? How can I pick up the scalpel again?"

He grasped Peter's hand with excitement as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Christine looked at Peter in shock.

Although she suspected that Peter was Spider-Man, she never thought that he would be connected to some fateful wizard.

"Sorry, Doctor Strange, as much as I want to help, there's nothing I can do."

"No, Peter, you must know something! Please, tell me!"

Strange's tone became increasingly urgent and painful.

Peter didn't expect that the other party would become so emotional.

He thought Doctor Strange would be the kind of absolutely rational guy.

"I'm not some wizard who can see the future."

Peter frowned and said to him, "Dr. Strange, I'm sorry."

"Strange, don't do this."

Kristine said somewhat unbearably.

"I know what I'm doing."

Strange said to her with an excited tone and red eyes: "You and I both know that Peter is not an ordinary person!"

"I"

Kristine wanted to explain, but suddenly remembered the information about Peter's case that she had seen in Ryan.

She was suddenly speechless.

Peter next to him was speechless when he heard the two directly comment that he was not an ordinary person.

I'm still here, shouldn't you stay away?

"I have to go, Doctor Strange. I hope you recover soon."

Peter said to the two of them, preparing to leave.

Although he could solve his problem by directly telling Strange to find the Ancient One.

But it's not time yet.

Besides, this guy doubted that he knew something. If he really told him about Gu Yi, he probably even more doubted that he knew that he was in a car accident.

Kristine looked at Peter's leaving figure and sighed helplessly.

"Strange, you will definitely recover."

She comforted her friend in a low voice.

But Strange, whose eyes turned gray, did not speak, but just stood there blankly.

night.

Night has officially fallen, and a car is driving on a lifeless road full of withered leaves.

Christine drives the car and takes Strange home.

"You should get more rest, Strange."

Kristine said to him: "You were busy at work before, maybe. You might be able to take this opportunity to rest more."

"rest?"

Strange shook his head, "Being at home with nothing to do, not being able to pick up a scalpel, not being able to do anything? That to me would be like having a cobra and a meerkat living together in a small apartment, videotaping them, and then It’s the same as putting it on MTV.”

"You're going to have to get used to this, Strange."

"It's better to let me die."

Christine was a little speechless, and after a while she said quietly: "We will all die, Strange."

"But wasting a meaningless life is more painful to me than death."

"You're so pessimistic, Strange."

"pessimistic?"

Strange said in a slightly cold tone: "This is a rational self-judgment."

"Rational? Just like what you said to Peter Parker before, you ridiculously thought that he had known about your car accident for a long time. This is not rational."

Christine said with a somewhat unhappy tone.

"We all know he's not normal."

Strange turned his head and looked at her, "You know him better than I do, right?"

"Yes, I knew he was unusual from the beginning, but he has absolutely nothing to do with fortune telling or anything like that."

Strange's tone turned cold, "But you never told me, did you?"

Christine was silent when she heard the other party's harsh words.

After a while, she said to her friend: "You are not like yourself anymore, Doctor Strange."

"It was fate that wanted me to be someone different from myself, to make a different choice, to accept my fate. I want to say, Farke! Never! You know what? I will not follow the path of fate. Go down."

Strange said with excitement: "Because I have lost too much, I can only go down one path."

For his childhood ideal, he embarked on the path of becoming a doctor. For this reason, he did not even attend his father's funeral, and his younger brother also died in front of him.

“There’s never just one path.”

Kristen was also angry, "Because you only see one path, you are arrogant, Strange, and you never care about what others think. You believe that you can get whatever you want with your own hands." Stuff, you don’t care about anything.”

She broke out completely, "You think the doctors in the hospital are useless, and everyone is dispensable in your eyes. Money and honor are what you want to pursue. Not only are you estranged from your family, but even Madeleine I can’t stand you like this.”

(Madeline: Strange’s ex-girlfriend, United Nations translator)

"You're in pain right now, Strange, like a mouse in a mousetrap, because you know that if I could do it over again, let you go back in time, give you a choice, you You will choose the wrong path every time, a path that you cannot bear, a path that will always remind you that it is not a normal path.”

"Squeak!"

She slammed on the brakes as she burst out with all her words.

She breathed heavily and looked at the night outside with red eyes.

After saying these words, she immediately regretted it.

Strange was completely stunned and looked at her in shock.

"Is this who I am to you, Kristen?"

"Not me."

Kristen wanted to apologize to him.

But Strange said in a colder tone: "Then why are you here? Do you pity me?"

"No, I didn't."

Strange nodded and looked at her with irrational eyes, "Yes, we are not friends, nor lovers, because you like to watch tragedies, so you are here, right? Christine, you like to watch Tragedy! Poor Stephen, look how pitiful he is, a hapless outcast in need of me."

"As long as I enlighten him a little and let him face life again, my doctor's glorious resume will be added. Oh my God! What a very happy day!"

Christine looked at him in shock, Strange was so unfamiliar in front of her.

She didn't expect the other party to say such weird and heartless words.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I think I have to go."

She opened the car door directly and prepared to leave.

The headlights of a car ahead illuminated the road.

A Toyota car rushed over at full speed.

Because Christine was still a little dizzy at this time, she didn't notice the speeding car at all.

Although the driver had noticed Christine, it was too late.

"Squeak!"

The car made a harsh brake sound.

Then, in Strange's shocked and unbelievable eyes, it hit Christine.

With a "bang", Christine fell into a pool of blood instantly.

The air seemed to stagnate.

Strange felt that everything around him was slowed down, as if time was stopped.

At first, he didn't feel anything, and any emotion dissipated from his mind, followed by an uncontrollable pain.

"No! No! No!"

He pushed open the car door, staggered to Christine, and looked at the dying woman.

"Help! Help!"

He was filled with regret and pain, and he shouted heartbreakingly.