What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Doctor Strange thoughtfully left through another door, and I quickly changed into the clothes Peter brought, only to find that they were not taken from Sam and his party.

"Uh... So Doctor Strange has a son?"

"Meera sent Sam out to buy it."

"Okay...it seems a little fat?" I tugged and could still fit a third of my top.

Peter helplessly supported his forehead: "You are too thin."

"The pants are a little loose too..."

Neither Peter nor I have belts.

I looked around, walked to the window, pulled out a few tassels from the curtains, tied them together, and tied them to the waist of my trousers as a belt.

Peter pretended to be looking at the scenery the whole time.

"Let's go." I patted him without blushing, "Are they still drinking?"

"No more, Ava yelled at the boys." Peter paused, "You're not allowed to drink any more—by the way, you really can't drink."

"This is the first time I've had a drink, okay?" I didn't expect to get drunk so easily, I guess that's enough for Peter to blackmail me for a year.

"Haha, the first time I drank, I drank Harry down."

I squinted at him: "When?"

"Um, when I graduated from junior high school... Shhh! Don't tell Aunt May—of course I won't tell her what happened today!" Peter suddenly became nervous.

I smiled, patted his arm, and walked forward: "Okay, good student Peter."

Peter caught up with a smile: "Speaking of which, Nick is really good—at least in chemistry."

I paused, and looked back at him: "He made something that can suppress Dr. Octopus's serum?"

Peter shook his head: "No, but he made the analysis report of those blood samples by himself, which is already very good. If you can give him the original serum, maybe he can really develop the antidote."

"Do you remember that you chased down Doctor Octopus' lair last time?"

"Yes, but I was injured that time and couldn't bring the serum back."

I remembered that Peter came back with injuries that day, but with his self-healing ability, since he couldn't get the serum back, he probably suffered more serious injuries at that time.

After being silent for a while, Peter suddenly asked, "Allen, do you think it is because of the existence of villains that there are heroes, or is it because of the existence of heroes that there are villains?"

This problem is serious.

I simply stopped and asked him, "Do you think Captain America started World War II?"

"Of course not." The young hero chuckled, as if he thought I had asked a silly question, "But the captain is different."

"It's the same." I suddenly wanted to imitate Mera and took out a cigarette to smoke, "Even if Iron Man didn't make weapons, war would still break out, and even without Spider-Man, Doctor Octopus would still do evil. This is an entropy In a world where the value increases infinitely, crime will not stop. Even if all the heroes are imprisoned, the perpetrators will still do evil, but they will transfer their targets to the masses, because there are no heroes to attract firepower. ——No hero should be guilty of crime Responsible."

"Alan..." Peter looked a little surprised, "Your words sound like a hero."

Evil... I quickly waved my hands: "Don't look at me like that! I'm not an admirer of Spiderman!!!"

However, Peter's eyebrows and eyes were all smiles, and he even leaned forward and asked: "Really? I'll go back and see if your phone is full of handsome photos of my brother. ——Your words are really not like the Ai I know. Len said, you know, you don't look like you're very interested in the superhero thing."

I laughed: "I really don't trust these heroisms very much, because although heroes should not be responsible for evil, good and evil are balanced in this world-even without superheroes, this messy world can still operate normally. But I admit , with such people, the world is a little more interesting."

Peter pinched my head fiercely: "The second elder among the children is not good, most of them deserve a beating!" Then he said worriedly, "Should I put away those girls of yours?"

I glared at him, turned and left, and Peter quickly caught up.

The party hall seemed to have been cleaned up. When Sam and Luke saw me coming in, their faces were half smirking and half sorry: "Sorry Alan, we didn't know you drink so lightly."

I waved my hand to show that I was fine, then sat back next to Nick and Meera to watch the hobbit climb the mountain, and the game playing continued over there. Peter looked at the battlefield over there, and then saw the peace on our side, and sat down too. .

I snatched a bag of dried mangoes from Meera, and asked Nick casually, "Is there no progress with the old octopus?"

Nick shook his head: "No, it seems that there is only one Captain America for a reason." Nick laughed and looked at Peter and said, "But among those blood samples, only Spiderman's gene is the most perfect."

"How?" I stared at Nick.

Nick seems to have spent a lot of energy recently, his already pale face is sunken, it looks like he has taken too much powder, but his eyes are extremely bright: "The products of Doctor Octopus, compared to Spider-Man, they are simply cruel. Defective, they have no mind, absolutely no control over their behavior, and are very easy to exploit."

Peter nodded: "That's true."

"One more thing." Nick pulled out a few sheets of A4 paper from his backpack. Although I couldn't understand it, I could see that it was a report based on the data and tables, "Spider-Man, you should be able to read it." Something went wrong."

Peter took the report and read it carefully, his expression became more serious the more he read it.

Neither Meera nor Meera dared to speak, just glanced back and forth between Peter and Nick.

After a long time, Peter put down the report, took a deep breath, and stared at Nick: "They are all very fragile."

"Vulnerable?" I interjected involuntarily. "You mean the guys who smash cars in the street?"

"Yes." Peter flipped through the papers anxiously, "Dr. Octopus's serum is an unfinished experimental product, although people injected with this serum will become extremely aggressive—as you said smashing cars, but it's not perfecting their genes, it's destroying."

Peter looked at Nick: "It's like they planted a bomb in their bodies. Although they don't know when it will explode, they will die suddenly sooner or later."

Nick added: "Actually, this bomb can also be operated by humans."

I finally understood: "Nick...you mean, if we can't find an antidote, we can actually destroy them humanely?"

Nick spread his hands: "That's almost what it means."

Peter frowned: "Doctor Octopus, he's making weapons, not soldiers."

Nick stuffed the paper that had slipped from Peter's hands back into Peter's hands: "This is all I can do."

Disturbed by Nick's report, few people watched the plot of the movie seriously. The party that was originally very happy ended in a hurry. I was almost a little embarrassed for Mela.But Meera didn't seem to care, she still sent out the prepared return gift, and then quietly told me: "I just want to play for a day, otherwise——you know, my dad is still very strict."

Your father is not only very strict, but also likes to play tricks.

Peter said very little on the way home, and I knew it was the report.

He didn't even tell his squad about it, and I can sort of guess what that means.

Sure enough, after returning home, he read the report again and again, and finally burned it in front of me, and then his expression eased.

I reminded him, "Even if you burned it, A.I.E.L.D. would have come to that conclusion—maybe already." That is, they would have activated the bomb if necessary.

Peter made an ugly smile: "Maybe. But it's the only thing I can do..."

I shrugged and said I had no comment to make.

I know that Dr. Lizard was originally Peter's elder and friend, and Rhino seems to be his classmate. Even the "beast", in Peter's view, is nothing but poor people manipulated by chemicals.

Spider-Man doesn't betray his citizens.

【Small Theater: On How a Hero is Made】

Spider + Uncle Ben = Spiderman

Eyes + Fighting + Father = Daredevil

Armor + Intelligence + Parents = Iron Man

Weapon + Fighting + Intelligence + Parents = Batman

Serum + Shield + Baji + Peggy = Captain America

Allen spread his hands: So what's so good about being a superhero?

The author has something to say: In the civil war, Spider-Man stood on the Iron Man team, and here he will eventually stand on Iron Man.

But I personally think that no matter which team you stand on, the heroes must have considered it carefully-they are people who really fight for justice, and none of them want the other party to die or anything.

It's just that the conflict between the vigilantes and the masses has always been there, and it will definitely erupt one day-and it is these heroes who are actually injured.

In fact, let me choose, I may choose the US team, but I know in my heart that Iron Man’s plan is correct for the current situation, but people cannot be trusted. At present, Aegis can reach a balance with the heroes. In the future But no one can guarantee it—who knows if the leader will change, and Iron Man and Captain America will grow old, will A.I.E.L.D. promulgate a "Kean Act"?

The situation of the Rorschachs in "Watchmen" is possible, and this also requires the existence of people like the US team who almost blindly adhere to principles-of course, the US team actually has a radical side.

But I am still on the side of Rorschach and the US team, not because they are right, but what they insist on is something I don't want to give up.

Too much to say.