[comprehensive] villain friend

Dolores Must Die【Ⅰ】

After a long time, Dolores recalled her decision that day countless times, so she asked herself countless times, what would her life be like if she hadn't chosen to "give it a try" at that time, if she hadn't put all her eggs in one basket? Woolen cloth?She tried to imagine a lot of things, thinking in vain in her mind of all possible or mysterious coincidences-maybe better, maybe worse, but as Tom said, even if you don't know what will happen What a life it was, but it wouldn't be her life anyway.

However, that was after all a long time later.

At this moment, Dolores is walking on the streets of New York with brisk drunkenness, and the cool night breeze blows across her face, she stops, and the light orange light shines on her body, There are no stars tonight, only a full moon, which is overwhelmed by layers of dark clouds.

She felt a strange sense of relief, her thoughts were jumping in her body, she seemed to escape from her body with the help of alcohol, her soul floated in the air and basked in the dim moonlight, she let some messy and inexplicable thoughts easily capture her, suddenly Thinking that you are unforgivable, suddenly thinking that you are innocent, sometimes thinking that you are omnipotent, and sometimes realizing that you are just a drop in the ocean.

Sometimes she gets tall, sometimes she gets very short.The soul is suddenly light and about to go with the wind, and it is suddenly heavy and difficult to move.

The whiskey is too strong.It seemed a bit late when she realized this.Dolores looked at the light beside her, and moths that never gave up struck against the light until they were completely at peace with death.

Everything seemed a little strange, such a night, lights, silent and empty streets, whiskey, some unintelligible proverbs, a conversation, a bar with flickering lights, and her walking unsteadily with her bag on her back.

It might be a poetic night, but it's definitely not a sane night, let alone making any big decisions, because the alcohol is numbing her mind, emotions are dominating her head, and if she If you really want to make a decision, then this decision will never be the result of deliberation.

Dolores resumed her plodding steps and walked forward.

There was a panic at the entrance of the alley, she looked over subconsciously, the boy jumped on one foot, from the dark alley, carrying a bag, moved his body for a while with some annoyance, and raised his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

"..."

"..."

The other party blinked: "...Hi...Hi! Hayek?"

"...Peter Parker?" Dolores couldn't help pressing her temples, she felt a little drunk.

"...what a coincidence," Peter smiled and scratched his head, "you too... cough, did you go to play football too?"

"Play football?" Dolores raised his chin slightly, looking at him in disbelief.

"I went to practice," he said, but his eyes looked around with some guilt, "Look!" He pointed to his feet, "I'm so unlucky... I accidentally hurt my feet."

"..." Dolores thought Peter Parker was teasing him, she shook her head, the wine did make her feel dizzy, "...but it doesn't look like an injury that can be raised by kicking a ball. "

"Well, but it is," Peter insisted.

Dolores looked at his watch, and then at the sky. The night looked a little gloomy, and it seemed that people could feel an indescribable uneasiness.Then she finally remembered that the talented Peter Parker had another hidden vigilante identity.

——...Is it really all right?She looked at Peter Parker's thin and thin body, and thought of Captain America's outrageous figure that she met in Washington not long ago.

"Uh, but I really didn't expect," Peter tried to change the subject, he walked slowly towards Dolores, "I would meet you outside at such a late hour."

"...accident." Dolores answered him as briefly as possible, trying not to get too close to Peter, and hoping that spiders have no sense of smell-but obviously her hopes were in vain, even if spiders did Some people don't have a sense of smell, and Spiderman does too.

"You smell like alcohol!" Peter looked at Dolores in surprise, "Did you go to the bar?"

Dolores was a little embarrassed, but fortunately she gave up covering up: "...that's right."

"What are you drinking? How does it taste?" Peter's eyes lit up, obviously very curious about it - a reaction that was a bit unexpected for Dolores.

She took one look at Peter and suddenly realized that the two of them were truly 'peers', not just in age.In fact, Dolores has always had a lack of cognition, which is caused by various reasons, but there is no doubt that she does have a different experience from ordinary peers, but isn't Peter Parker the same?

This strange awareness made Dolores feel a little novel, and she couldn't help but glance at Peter again.

"...whiskey," Dolores said as best she could, "I don't think it tastes very good."

"Oh, whiskey! That sounds good," Peter said, scratching his head, a little embarrassed, "...you won't believe it, but I've only had a little beer."

"It's not good to drink too much," Dolores said.

"Aunt May said the same thing," Peter said very quickly, and soon realized what he had said, "Eh... Aunt May is my guardian."

"She must have cared about you," Dolores said softly.

"Yes." His voice also softened. Above their heads, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight illuminated the road. Peter's eyes looked extraordinarily gentle and bright at this moment, "She is my most important relative. " Then he seemed to have thought of something, his expression darkened, and he shrugged slightly, "But we had a fight."

"Why?" Dolores asked.

Peter was silent for a moment: "... nothing, just some... small things."

So she stopped asking.

The two walked slowly on this street, and the moonlight outlined the edges and corners of the surrounding things. Dolores felt that the restless blood was slowly calming down. She felt a strange tranquility, as if she had already left herself. She stared at the cold-colored moon, and seemed to hear a faint sound in her breathing, a faint voice, as if through layers of obstacles, passing through everything in front of her eyes, trying to reach her ears.

Dolores tried to identify the voice. She seemed to sense something in the dark. It might be something extremely important to her, and she needed to work hard to decipher.So she chased and searched—

"if……"

Peter's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting her state, and Dolores' soul was pulled back from an extremely distant place. She looked at Peter and felt as if she had just fallen asleep and did something wrong. Know what a dream is.

"Suppose there is a man," said Peter hesitantly, "who wants to do good things to the best of his ability, but sometimes these good things worry his friends... and he cannot explain them to them."

He pursed his lips: "...what should he do?"

"..." Dolores was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at Peter.

She doesn't have any other ideas... But Spider-Man's troubles are really different from other superheroes.But yes, after all, unlike most other superheroes who are already pure adults, Spider-Man was just a young boy when he first appeared.

...it's even more amazing to think about it this way.Dolores has never watched Chaoying from this angle, maybe because the Washington incident made her turn her head to reflect on herself, she finally broke away from the perspective of pure examination, and this time happened to be the most substitutable Spider-Man, even the two had a chance to chat.

Dolores glanced at Peter again: "...Growing Pains?"

He choked for a moment, and glanced at Dolores with some confusion: "..."

"If your friends didn't understand you," Dolores said, "would you give up what you're doing?"

"...No, I think I'll do it anyway." Peter frowned.

"Why?" Dolores looked at Peter calmly, "Do you think what you are doing now can bring you any benefit? Many times in this world, order is needed, and I can't think of any order It takes too much responsibility for a young man like you."

A look of disapproval flashed across Peter's face: "But if you're capable—"

"Look, in fact, you already have the answer in your mind," Dolores interrupted him, and Peter seemed completely undefended—if he was allowed to continue, Dolores felt that the two of them would find Peter out. The identity, that is not what she wants, "That is your own choice. I am not a psychologist, and people like me have no ability to give psychological counseling to others." She looked at the other party, clearly Seeing the difference between the two of them clearly, it was because there were so many similarities that it made her feel immature to end up thinking they were completely different, “…your choices make you. It’s amazing ..."

It is precisely because he has such an idea that even if she still disagrees with superheroes' involvement in certain events, she cannot make purely moral criticisms of them.

A look of astonishment flashed across Peter's face. For some reason, he seemed to see something familiar and gloomy from Dolores for a moment. He had found that thing on countless enemies before, but at this moment he couldn't bear it. Live feeling a little sad.

"you……"

"Here I am," said Dolores, looking at Peter. "…Thank you. Good luck."

The moonlight intertwined with the tree shadows, falling one after another, Dolores heard the wind, she and Peter stared at each other until they heard the other hesitated, seemed to want to say something, but stopped, looking a little at a loss: " Thanks, bye."

"Goodbye."

Dolores stood in front of the door and watched Peter off. She saw him walking crookedly while turning his head back.

"Goodbye, Spider-Man."

She said so in a low voice, and turned away.

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The author has something to say: so angry!I'm going to Shanghai to hang out with @长伊乡 next door in Qingming!We both plan to go to worship Disney [?There seems to be nothing wrong? 】.But I don't have enough manuscripts! !I thought she was the same as me!But she asked for leave!So angry! !We agreed to be together every day!

But having said that....... If you really play like that, I think the two of us may have to find an Internet cafe to spell words in the big night [exposed an awkward smile]

When I mention Shanghai to people in the future, don't I want to say: Hi!Modu Internet Cafe is great!I went to Shanghai specifically!net!code!Character!Woolen cloth!You said how famous this Internet cafe is!

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As if sick.

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Waiting for cheap friends!Raise your hands!Follow my beat!We one!rise!Hi! !Hi! !Hi!

Read it out loud after me!Our title name is——

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