Marvel turns into Iron Man

For Miles Morales, today is definitely the darkest day of his life in the past 16 years. He screwed up everything, became the laughing stock of his classmates, made a public embarrassment for the girl he liked, and— — became Spider-Man.

Miles didn't know how to explain this incident at all. What happened to him, he just slipped out of school for half a night, and drew a picture with Uncle Allen in the ruins of the subway reconstruction Painting, and then the whole world seems to have undergone strange and earth-shaking changes.

It was really weird enough, I followed the two pigeons all the way to the dormitory building along the wall of the administrative building, and smashed the computer screen of my new roommate by the way, I think he would definitely be furious when he came back and saw it.

But now, there is only one thing he cares most about, and that is what happened to him.

Because of the things that happened in the morning, he really has no face to stay in the school. In desperation, he can only choose to slip out of the school again. Fortunately, Brooklyn is a bustling place, and he has no shortage of places to go. The place.

He stayed in the nearby public green space until the afternoon, bought food at the restaurant he often went to, and finally came downstairs to Uncle Allen's apartment. Miles tried to call Allen, but Allen's phone didn't know what to do. The thing is, no one answered, and no one opened the door of the apartment building.

He tried to walk through the window, and although he managed to get in, he was faced with an empty room, but there was no one in the room, the popcorn left by the two before they left was still on the sofa, and the TV was still on. No one came back, and no one tidied up.

Miles didn't know where Uncle Allen had gone, but he decided to leave.

The sky had completely darkened, and he walked downstairs slowly by himself, but his eyes were set in the distance, at the entrance of the subway station hub where people come and go, just last night, he and Allen walked through the subway together Orbit, went to a deeper place, and together completed that painting.

And most importantly, just as he was about to leave, the spider—the spider that appeared on him out of nowhere, bit him.

Yes, what happened to that spider, why did it appear there, and why did it bite itself? Obviously, spiders only bite people when they are stimulated by stress, but why did it bite itself, and why did it bite itself? Are these weird changes on his body brought about by that spider?

These questions appeared in Miles' mind, and he could not get an answer for a long time. He suddenly realized the problem and walked towards the entrance of the subway station.

It happened to be the evening rush hour, and there were a lot of people in the subway station. In order not to attract attention, Miles avoided the crowd and walked towards the end of the platform bit by bit. A train passed slowly and stopped on the platform. On, the crowd began to move, and Miles came to the end of the platform.

The movement of the subway was not small, enough to distract other people's attention. As soon as the train left, Miles jumped off the gap between the platforms. The speed was so fast that no one even noticed that a child had just disappeared here On the edge of the platform.

A few minutes later, he came to the familiar alley again. With a little light from the lighting function on his mobile phone, Myers looked at the depths of the dark corridor and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He had to walk into the darkness by himself, and return to that place again, and this time, there was no Uncle Allen to accompany him.

The corridor is long and deep. Miles walked carefully alone. For some reason, looking at the road he had walked, he always felt a hairy feeling in his heart. This feeling is very strange. No, now, the hairs all over his body seemed to stand on end.

The iron fence door that isolated the two sides of the passage appeared again in front of him. Miles frowned, turned the back of the phone up, and placed it on the floor directly under the fence door. The light illuminated the iron fence from bottom to top. The railing, though not very clear, at least allowed him to climb over it.

This time, without Uncle Allen to help him hold the mobile phone to illuminate, he could only use this way to make himself see the fence in the dark clearly.

"Okay, let's do it again—"

He coughed twice, cleared his throat, rubbed his hands together to make sure there was no excess sweat on his hands, and slowly stepped back a few steps before starting a run-up.

Miles is very clear that his body has become different from before. It is obvious that he just jumped up lightly and has already jumped to the upper part of the iron fence door. When he came last time, even if he used his whole body No strength, no jumping high.

Looking at the height of his light jump, Miles began to think about whether he should go to the NBA to play. This height is obviously higher than the rebound height of regular basketball games. Maybe he can play basketball by himself. can also play a greater role.

A few minutes later, Miles returned to the underground hall again. The light of the flashlight swept over, and he could still see his works left on the wall.

The wiring in the hall seemed to be aging. He tried to close the switch again, but the old fog lights embedded in the wall did not light up. In desperation, he could only use the flashlight function of his mobile phone to search the ground.

He still remembered that the spider he slapped to death was somewhere on the ground, it should be near the entrance, right in front of the graffiti on the wall, but why couldn't it find it... found it.

The spider lay quietly on the floor like that, with its abdomen facing the sky, and its eight chelicerae limply slumped. It was obviously dead.

"Well, it looks like an ordinary spider, and ordinary can't be more ordinary—"

Myers still spoke stubbornly. Although the spider had a red and blue shell and looked like a three-dimensional creation of some kind of graffiti, he still didn't want to admit it.

He looked at the dead spider on the floor, swallowed, and was about to reach out, wanting to hold it in his hand and have a good look at it.

But before Miles' hand touched the spider, the spider suddenly flickered as if it had been torn apart by something, and a lot of colorful lights appeared from its body, or double images, each double image It was both a dead spider, only of a different color.

This weird phenomenon, as if it was broken down by something, kept flickering, suddenly disappeared, reappeared, flickered again, disappeared again, and then reappeared again.

PS:

I think it's time for me to hurry up on the progress of the plot. It's okay to compress a part of the plot. Do you want to delete it...