Clark has something to say

Peter came out of the old editor's office in a daze.

Holding a letter of introduction in his hand, the report praising Superman was put into the shelf by Perry. Peter visually observed that this large stack of papers was all news related to Superman.

...It turned out that not only Clark, but even his secret identity had been stripped away long ago.

Peter always thought he was hiding it pretty well...well, except when he used swimsuits as his uniform at first, but then the uniforms were updated and it was theoretically impossible for anyone to know his waistcoat.

He suddenly realized that he was protected by many good people a long time ago, but before today, for two whole lifetimes, he had been blind and turned a blind eye to these good intentions.

too heavy.

It was too warm too.

The little spider lowered his eyes, feeling butterflies flying around in his stomach, which made him unable to straighten his back.

Being a superhero is not the worst job in the world, it takes up a lot of your day, it takes away from your normal social life, it messes up your relationships, not to mention running into villains and teetering on the edge of dying.

What's even more troubling is that the government's official media has nothing good to say about these people. To put it bluntly, those people want to blame them for everything, be on guard, monitor, and control.

Every time he is suspected, he feels helpless and lonely. In this huge world, no one is willing to believe him.

Stupid.

...Why didn't he notice it?Those good intentions are so obvious, right under his eyes.

Peter must admit that he has resisted Spider-Man more than once, and this identity has cost him a lot, Uncle Ben, Gwen, Harry, Dr. A well-meaning person who gave his life.

Even himself—Peter couldn’t remember how many times he went out with injuries all over his body. He didn’t have the money to go to the hospital, and he didn’t dare to go to the hospital. In a single crack, with the recovery ability of the spider serum, Ren Ren passed.

It can pass, but the pain is really painful, and the mood is really low.

And at times like this, his lucky points will always be full, and the owner of the breakfast shop will always offer a [-]% discount on sandwiches. When taking the bus, someone happens to get off, and there is a vacant seat. When queuing, he is in front of him People always receive a call and leave, and he gets to the front of such a long line in minutes.

Looking at it now—how many people have been working hard and taking care of him carefully?

He didn't know the answer, but he could estimate that it should be a huge number.

Peter sniffed lightly.

As soon as he turned out of the corridor, he bumped into Clark. He didn't know how long Clark had been waiting, maybe he had been waiting here since the moment he entered.

Clark seemed more nervous than him. To make an inappropriate comparison, Aunt May was a little more relaxed than him when he scored on the SAT after graduating from high school.

"——how is it?" Clark asked impatiently, and at the same time, his tone revealed caution. He knew how high Perry's demands were on the reporters of the Daily Planet, so that sometimes he was very irritable, and he wanted to tell every reporter from the Metropolis. cats are hanging on the tree.

He was afraid that Peter would be crushed by Perry.

Peter opened his mouth, lost his mind: "Clark."

Clark: "..."

He racked his brains to consider the words: "Should we, should we change it again?"

Peter said in a low voice, "...that's pretty good, Perry said I wrote very well."

Clark rubbed his head, a little worried.

This is not what it looks like to be praised.

He still wanted to say something, but he saw this good-tempered young man, leaning against the wall, squatting down little by little, with his head buried in his elbows, leaving him with a messy hair on the back of his head.

Clark also squatted down, wanting to reach out to pat him, but worried that he had done something unnecessary, and was quite at a loss for a while.

It was too difficult for Peter to face this reality.

Since regaining his memory, he only had a short chat with Barry, and never mentioned that dark future to anyone.

But the memory of the Injustice League rule haunts him like a ghost. He has not had a good night's sleep for many days, and every night he will be awakened by nightmares and then fall into panic.

In severe cases, he stuck his neck, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't breathe.

That Peter Parker, nobody can save, nothing can be done.

The young man sat on the narrow bed, his amber pupils were barren, and the scenes of the future kept flashing back in his mind, thinking about it, but unconsciously felt a bit of resentment.

Did he do something wrong?

If he did nothing wrong, why should he be exposed and driven into hiding by angry people?

In the process of fleeing, his savings were completely consumed. He didn't want to hurt anyone, so he could only hide in the basement like a little mouse wearing a mask.

There was only one old TV in the basement, and he was bored, staring at the only station all day long.

——One day, on TV, he saw the home where he and Aunt Mei had lived all their lives was set on fire with gasoline and burned to ashes.

Aunt Mei was seriously injured and left in the hospital to die.

He hurried out, only to be ambushed on the way to the hospital, and as he breathed his last, he stared at the gray sky with unfocused eyes and a single thought in his mind.

——If he dies, who else can save Aunt Mei?

This memory almost crushed him. After waking up, he packed his luggage as if fleeing, and hurriedly left New York, escaping from the city he had guarded all his life.

And now Perry told him that the whole of New York was waiting for him to go back.

Clark didn't come up with a good idea, so he quietly locked the corridor door to prevent anyone from coming in. He also sat down against the wall with Peter. On the way, Perry wanted to take a stroll, but just as soon as he caught sight of them, he walked back to the office briskly. .

Clark: "..."

He thought that Peter had asked him how to make money before, maybe he was beaten to the point of collapse by life, and Perry gave him another straw that broke the camel's back.

Clark cleared his throat: "Actually, when I first went to work, I was quite annoying."

"It's really expensive to rent a house, restaurants in the metropolis are also expensive, and organic vegetables in supermarkets are even more expensive, so that—"

Peter: "—to go to the sun?"

Clark: "!"

Peter raised his face, bit his arm with his chin, his eyes were red, and his voice was much hoarse than usual: "Sorry, Clark."

Clark thought about what happened these days, he had accepted too many apologies, he stammered as he struggled, "I'm sorry too."

The two looked at each other.

Peter couldn't hold back, "Puchi—" laughed out loud.

It was difficult to describe that experience, but the shadow that had been covering him all this time suddenly dissipated at a certain moment, replaced by a very urgent yearning.

He wants to go back to New York.

He never intends to let Clark know about that future. The son of tomorrow in the city of tomorrow should bask in the sunshine of the metropolis and smile at his city from above the clouds.

The little spider rubbed his face so that he wouldn't look too pale, and he handed the letter of recommendation to Clark: "...I'm going to work for the Daily Bugle, the Metropolis is great, but I think... I Still can’t leave New York.”

Clark was taken aback.

Peter got up very briskly, reached out to Clark again, pulled him up, and looked at the bewildered little reporter, he bent his eyes.

"—By the way, if you're talking about a raise again, don't write so many Superman stories for Perry."

**

Clark watched Peter get on the plane.

I don't know if it's because Perry refused to give him compensation for a salary increase. The old editor, who has always been stingy, gave him half a day off for the first time and asked him to take Peter to the airport.

—Peter's air ticket is also reimbursed by him.

Although he couldn't figure it out, of course he was willing to accept the paid vacation. The distance from Planet Daily to the airport was not too far, and there were many flights to New York. The whole process took less than an hour.

Taking a workday off is a very novel experience.

Clark let go of his super hearing, quickly scanned the metropolis, and found that there was nothing that needed Superman's help.

The little reporter straightened his plaid shirt, and simply started strolling on the street. He wandered around for a while, and before he knew it, he came to the entrance of the Superman Museum.

... Luthor built the museum for him.

Just seeing this building made him feel embarrassed, but what happened next brought the embarrassment to a higher level——

Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, his best friend, for some reason, is visiting the Superman Museum.

Also invited the commentator to tell her a story!

The Amazon princess in a white dress is simply a luminous body. Clark noticed that the brother in charge of the explanation was more than once overwhelmed by Diana's beauty and forgot his words, and then he continued the conversation very firmly, stammering and continuing.

"Well, where did you just say? Oh, yes, yes, this fire hydrant, ma'am, please look at this fire hydrant, it was donated collectively by the Metropolitan City Hall, I know you must be wondering why there is a fire hydrant placed there here……"

The explainer paused, and happily said, "This is the first fire hydrant that Superman smashed!"

Clark: "..."

Please, what kind of human suffering is this?

Diana was smiling, looking at the fire hydrant with peaceful and gentle eyes, her beautiful fingers gently touching the glass cabinet, as if what was inside was not a fire hydrant, but some priceless treasure.

"...and this plaid tie, donated by an anonymous person. The donor insisted that it was a tie used by Superman. It caused a lot of controversy at first, but after being stamped by Mr. Luthor himself, this tie is worthy of The most prosperous part of the metropolis, occupying the largest glass cover!"

"The tie used by Superman himself!" The explainer emphasized again seriously.

Clark: "..."

Help.

The tie, which he did use, was an off-season discount from Macy's in a strange orange-and-yellow check for $1.99.

The reason why he chose the cheap tie was because he was used to wearing the uniform under the shirt, which would save a lot of rescue time, but the trouble that came with it was that the shirt was easy to be torn, especially the buttons.

Ties were also the hardest-hit areas, so he simply bought more and didn't feel bad if they broke.

—but what's wrong with Luther?

He was about to have a heart attack because of suffocation, because it was the museum built by Luthor. Although it had been completed for a long time, it was the first time for Clark to visit.

So for the first time, he knew that there were countless ties piled up in his closet, and they were actually placed in the center of the museum, with the largest glass cover, covering an area of ​​several square meters.

With the cool-toned lighting, it looks quite advanced.

And the house in this area is as poor as him, and he can't afford a square meter.

Clark: [choking dog head.jpg]