What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Before I arrived at the Delikin Restaurant, I saw a large group of people gathered around the entrance of the restaurant from a distance, all looking up at the roof.

I handed a banknote to the driver, and I squeezed into the front row of the crowd with a small suitcase in my arms. I saw a messy hall, and waiters with terrified expressions around the door, and there were security guards comforting them.

Seeing that I seemed to want to rush in, a sharp-eyed security guard hurried over and stopped me: "Hey, kid, we are closed today."

"what happened?!"

The security guard pointed to the top of the building: "A dangerous element has held a lady hostage, and Spider-Man is rescuing her."

"That's my mother!" I couldn't help but yelled at him, my heart was full of ice—Meera's prophecy was true, Spider-Man, he didn't have time to save him this time...

The kind-hearted security guard had more sympathy, and persuaded him kindly: "Son, even if you go up, so what?"

I didn't speak any more, just abandoned him and the crowd behind him in time, broke into the restaurant, found the elevator and pressed the top floor.

Watching the floors rise gradually in the elevator, I finally couldn't restrain myself from trembling. I could only hug the box with all my strength, secretly praying that everything would be in time, and at the same time, I couldn't help cursing my fate.

Alan Parker, you can, just make time go a little bit slower... a little bit slower...

Coming out of the elevator with cold hands and feet, I quickly put on the mask and rushed to the rooftop. At the same time, I heard Peter's angry voice: "I don't agree with using a beautiful lady as a hostage, beetle!"

I saw the dangerous elements covered in mechs—that is, the beetles responded to Peter with artillery attacks, but Peter dodged nimbly and just blasted away a corner of the building.

The beetle silently attacked Peter. I don't know what kind of hatred there is between them. I just hid behind the water tank and anxiously looked for the figure of my mother across the battlefield. The place!

"You know, the guy I've thrown into prison, it's usually better not to come to me again." Peter used the spider silk to remove a cannon launcher from the beetle's arm, and at the same time threw him to the ground, "because it would There is a second time."

I finally caught sight of my mom, looking unharmed behind a helicopter parked on the roof of a building, looking in Spider-Man's direction.Seeing that my mother was still safe, I breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go over to take her away from the scene, but the beetle over there suddenly let out an ugly laugh: "No, Spider-Man, I will win this time."

"What?" Peter seemed to frown. He stepped on the beetle and tied him tightly with spider silk.

But on the side, I saw the beetle's hand press the mechanical armor on its body, and then the hidden artillery on its legs shot out, right in the direction of the helicopter.

As I reacted, the artillery hit the helicopter.

"Aunt May!" Peter screamed and turned around, the beetle on the ground laughed wildly: "Spider-Man, you lost."

"No!" I clenched my hands quickly, stopped the time before Peter turned around, and ran towards my mother. My beating heart almost suffocated me, and the severe pain in my temple reminded me that I couldn't last too long .

I can even see those raging flames continue to spread.

And the mother, who was rushed to the edge of the building by the airflow, also continued to fall backwards. She was involved in the beetle's plot almost before she could react, and her face was still full of confusion.

It seems to be back to the moment when my father fell down in front of me...

It’s such a short distance, but I still feel like I’m racing against time, which is cruel for a time controller. If... If at the beginning... I hated my stupidity so much...

In the nick of time, I grabbed one of my mother's hands before she fell off the building. At the same time, the slowed down time completely returned to normal. I was rushed out for a while by the momentum of my mother's fall. Fortunately, my other hand Subconsciously grabbed the undamaged guardrail.

Mother……

I don't know when, I have burst into tears, but fortunately the mask blocked my tears.

Sorry mom... I'm always one step behind...

"Don't be afraid, ma'am, we'll pull you up right now..." Mom shouldn't be able to hear the choked up voice, which is a little weird, right?

"You... who are you?" The frightened mother just asked suspiciously.

Peter who rushed over joined me, and we worked together to pull my mother up. She, who always pays attention to her appearance, looked a little embarrassed after being frightened for such a night, but her first sentence when she came back from the life and death line was : "What about the beetle?"

Mother!I was about to shout, luckily my overwrought voice didn't work very well, and Peter spoke before me: "He got away, but I'm sure I'll put him in prison again, I promise."

Mom quickly realized what was going on, and she touched Peter's hand with a sigh: "You sound very young...you are a wonderful young man, and so are you."

Seeing that my mother's hand seemed to touch my cloak, I subconsciously took a step back, and then wrapped the cloak tightly.

Mom froze for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you for saving me."

I could only nod my head slightly, and then froze in place, waiting for Spider-Man to end.

"Mei!" A familiar voice cut in.

When I looked back, Principal Phil Coulson rushed over, quickly inserted between me and my mother, and supported her, "May, are you alright?"

"Phil..."

"Phil?!" Peter and I asked in unison.

Then Peter gave me an instant look, and I pretended to be looking at the scenery.

"Ahem," Mom said again in embarrassment, "I'm fine, Spider-Man and that kid saved me, but why are you here?"

Agent Coulson lied without blushing: "I saw the news on TV and found that the hostage looked like you, so I rushed here."

fart.I looked angrily at my mother who seemed to thank me implicitly, but her expression was full of unconcealable emotion.

Coulson supported his mother and said to Peter: "Thank you, Spider-Man, let me take this lady home, I think she needs a rest very much."

"You...then be careful on the road." Peter gritted his teeth and watched Coulson help his mother away.

I heard my mother ask Coulson as she walked off the balcony, "By the way, have you seen my nephew Peter?"

……

Looking at the nearly destroyed rooftop and looking at my hands, I let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately... this time I still have time...

Twitching the corners of my mouth, I wrapped my cloak tightly, picked up the box I threw on the ground just now, and planned to leave, the wind was still quite cold on the rooftop in the middle of the night.

But Peter stopped me: "Well, may I know your name? I mean, you just saved a lady, and we seem to be on the same road."

"No, it's not." I didn't plan to talk too much in front of Peter, after all, the plot that everyone around you can't recognize you after you put on the uniform is only in comics.

"So, can I ask, is your stomach ache gone?" Peter asked, seeming to be smiling.

An unbearably long silence followed.

In the end, it was Peter who spoke first: "Shoes. Alan, it's your shoes."

I looked down and couldn't help but chuckle. Sure enough, the details determine success or failure. Although I hid my whole body in the cloak, I still wore everyday sneakers on my feet—Peter saw them almost every day. I know where I'm offline.

If it wasn't for my mother's undecided just now, she might have found out.

Peter took off his hood, stepped forward, and pulled off my hat and mask. I saw a smiling version of myself in Peter's eyes.

"Tell me, what else are you hiding?" Peter asked calmly with an uncharacteristically expressionless face.

What more can I say.

I also have nothing to say.

I just smiled and felt that Peter in front of me was getting farther and farther away, and the pendulum sound that had been echoing in my brain was getting louder and louder, and finally formed a black hole and engulfed me.

I passed out in Peter's presence.