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Throughout the day today, Dolores received countless attentions. People followed her wherever she went, as if they were watching a hero returning from a wounded battle.

It was okay at first, but she found that every time she appeared in a crowded place, everyone's applause and cheers immediately overwhelmed her, and then there was a series of questions.

"How does it feel to be held in Iron Man's arms!?"

"That must be very exciting!"

"We've all seen you, wow, what a view from 100 meters down Queens!"

"Did you see Iron Man himself! Did he talk to you? Did you ask for his autograph?!"

There are too many Iron Man fans, and she can't bear it.

Fleeing to the edge of the playground where there were relatively few people, Dolores covered her ears in distress: "I won't listen! Don't ask Peter! Please spare me!" She shook her head like a rattle and treated someone negatively. A question from Iron Man fans.

Surprisingly and not too surprisingly, Peter is a super-super-big fan of Iron Man, and he keeps digging up all the information Dolores has about Tony Stark. She didn't expect to face this, angry Puffy pout: "Stop asking! Peter! I'm mad!"

She murmured naively: "Ah, it's the first time I discovered that you have the talent to be a reporter, why don't you take the reporter test, and then join the 'All Paparazzi Squad Who Tracks Tony Stark', and join thousands of your colleagues Discuss, they sure won't bother you."

Peter finally stopped talking, and raised his hands helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask any more."

Then he winked and said softly, "But he doesn't have an 'every paparazzi after Tony Stark' kind of organization."

Dolly gave him a smirk: "There must be."

Unexpectedly, Peter said quietly again: "So...you are going to live in the hotel that Iron Man booked for you now, and then fix it in your apartment?" He bit his tongue and focused on the words Iron Man booked the hotel Dolores ignored it on purpose: "Ah, yes, the person in charge has contacted me and said that I can go back next Monday."

Unexpectedly, Peter changed the subject: "Okay, by the way, where is your cat? Van Gogh? How is he? Is he not injured?"

Dolores almost bit her own tongue: "Uh...I think...it's okay, he's absolutely fine, he wasn't in the living room, he was sleeping in the kitchen... bedroom! You know, Big fat cat, the fun of life lies in sleeping hahahahahaha." She laughed dryly, not sure if Peter heard something strange from her flawed words.

The other raised his eyebrows, and man, he looked like Ellie for a moment!

"...Okay," Peter said.

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Unsurprisingly, Dolores' clumsy lie was quickly exposed.And it was so fast that it didn't even last 12 hours.

Peter swears he didn't mean to come here to spy on his friends or something.

Blame it all on that Romanian thief who snatched a lady's bag and got away damn fast.

Peter Parker was wearing a strange attire at this time, red and blue sweater and vest, a pair of red boots under the trousers, his head in the hood was tightly wrapped with a black eye hood, he was hanging upside down on the Wei On the eaves of the top floor of the Leeds Hotel, white slender spider silk supports his weight. He looks like the Queens District Vigilante who suddenly appeared some time ago. He is known as the most down-to-earth and friendly A new hero unlike any other superhero - Spider-Man.

He was holding a Mr. Thief who wasted a lot of his spider silk, twisting and turning like a silkworm baby, and stared into the window dumbfounded.

Dolores sat cross-legged on the sofa in the luxury suite, holding a pillow and talking on the phone with Ellie.Amidst her complaints of "why haven't you come yet" and "bring me a small cake", Peter looked through the window without blinking and looked at the lump of white snow that was too dazzling to ignore and was huge Lazy cat.

Is it because of the refraction of the glass or because the cat staring at the TV screen and holding the remote control under its paws is really big and scary? ?

For a moment, Peter wondered if it was because he was hanging upside down that the blood rushed to his brain and then he had this ridiculous hallucination.The cat suddenly turned its head and looked here. The cold dark green cat eyes locked onto his figure immediately. The spider sensed loudly in his brain, and his hands shook in fright. The struggling thief fell to the balcony of the suite with a bang. superior.

The movement was so loud that Dolores shook her hands in fright and hung up the phone.

With all due respect, the first thought in her mind at the moment was "Iron Man is hitting my house again!!!" What a shadow.

However, when she turned her head tightly while clutching the phone like a frightened bird, she only saw Spider-Man in an awkward posture on the balcony, wearing a red and blue spider web sweater.The other party was exposed in her sight, and he stopped his movements stiffly to pick up the poor thief who had passed out, straightened up, and waved to her dryly: "Hi..."

Van Gogh lowered his body, and quickly jumped off the sofa without making a sound. Dolores was familiar with the hunting posture of staring at the target. She rushed forward and hugged Van Gogh under the armpit. The big cat Immediately elongated like a snake, the upper body was in her arms, and the hind legs were kicked back and forth, strongly dissatisfied with Dolly's interruption: "Meow——"

Ahhhhhh my god! ! !

The face behind Peter's mask looked at the cat in horror, and hurriedly backed away. The spider sensor was activated, which fully demonstrated how dangerous this little monster was.

However, what shocked him even more was that Dolores pinched the back of the cat's neck like a kitten, and tried to hold him in her arms, although the latter's size caused a lot of trouble for her efforts , but in the end she was panting and stopped a pair of giant cats eager to prey.

"Hey! Van Gogh! Stop it! He's Spider-Man, not a spider!!" Dolores said angrily. Van Gogh was held down by her, and he could only grunt and bark his teeth at Peter.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! Are you Spider-Man?" Dolores seemed to be trying to comfort him.

"Please don't be afraid, he's just a little bigger." As soon as Dolores said this, she understood how stupid she was, and she explained eagerly: "Please don't say it, Van Gogh just got a little bigger, I I hope you can understand, after all you are too, uh...do you understand what I mean? Actually, you are similar."

Peter stood there with a broken body and stiffened, yelling frantically in his heart: "No! I'm not the same as him!"

He just waved his hands frantically and lowered his voice on purpose: "I'll leave right away, I won't say anything." He lifted the thief up and over his shoulder as fast as he could, and jumped off building.

"Wait!" Dolores didn't have time to stop, when she threw herself on the balcony railing, the red and blue figure had already disappeared behind the nearby tall buildings with a spider's thread.

Van Gogh escaped from her confinement, and immediately rushed to the balcony, sniffing back and forth where the bug was standing just now, the tip of his pink nose twitched suspiciously, he looked at Dolores' anxious back in a humane way, dark green There was a bit of confusion in the humanized eyes of the cat.

Strange, Dolores came back with a lot of messy smells from outside, but the smell of this strange man with a hood actually appeared on her body? ?

He meowed and meowed, spinning around while smelling it.

His master didn't notice his attitude at all, turned around with a sullen face, grabbed his blond hair and said in frustration: "It's over, will Spider-Man arrest you as a monster?"

Dolores walked up and down the balcony in a tangle, silently praying in her heart that Spider-Man would not come back and try to arrest Van Gogh or something.

Ellie entered the room with a small cake, and threw the bag on the sofa: "What are you doing?"

Dolores jumped up in a hurry: "It's terrible, Spider-Man came over just now, and he saw Van Gogh!"

Ellie raised her eyebrows: "What?" She then calmed down again, and calmly comforted Dolores who was impatient: "Don't worry, he can't take you away for experiments."

"No, I'm afraid that he will treat Van Gogh as a monster or something, oh! For example, if he thinks that Van Gogh can eat people, he will definitely..."

"Really? Van Gogh doesn't know how to eat people, he loves canned salmon." Ellie reached into her bag and took out a few canned cats. Hands helping to open a can. "You don't need help - oh, you can drive by yourself, okay, it's cool, very self-reliant." Ellie gave Van Gogh a thumbs up and nodded seriously.

Van Gogh hooked the pull ring with his paw, and pulled it away with a bang, which was completely trouble-free. Look, how rare is a pet cat that feeds itself.

Ellie was amazed, but Dolores was not in the mood at all. She stuffed the little cake into Dolores's hand, and roughly pushed him into the sofa: "Okay——Spider-Man can't care about any mutations." Little monster, at most he catches thieves and gives directions. Isn’t he famous for being close to the people? Ask him friendly, maybe he’ll just shut up and not talk about it, oh, maybe he’ll help You shoveled cats and shoveled shit when you were in school."

Van Gogh stood on the coffee table and buried himself in the canned cat food, but when he heard Ellie's words, he still looked over with condemning eyes. "Meow--" After all, he is now a very qualified kitten who can flush the toilet after he finishes.

Dolores was helpless: "He is a superhero after all, so he won't help shovel shit." She suddenly became a little uncertain when she said this, after all, it was said that Spider-Man once helped the neighborhood neighbor to get newspapers, walk the dog, and pour water. Flowers and the like, it sounds like it's a series of shoveling shit, and he might really be able to do it.

"Okay." Ellie inserted a carrot in the boxed vegetable salad with a disposable fork, and retched after chewing a couple of mouthfuls: "Damn... didn't see this, carrot, disgusting... "

Dolores ate small cakes and donuts sadly, looked at the heartless Van Gogh who had already opened three cans, and said faintly: "Look at you, you have become so big, except at night. There's literally no benefit to holding it other than being more comfortable."

Van Gogh raised his head with half a piece of salmon in his mouth and gave her a kind white eye.