Spiders are not scary [Comprehensive British and American]

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Smith, and Ma'am. I have to go home, and I still have a lot of homework." Peter reluctantly stuffed something into his stomach. He felt that he couldn't continue, and he would really spit it out.

"I'll take him back." Carol immediately stood up, pulled Peter and ran away.

The two went all the way down and out of the apartment gate, and Carol stopped, "Where do you live?"

"I'll just go back by myself, it's not too far away." Peter was in the area with the highest housing prices in New York, so he had the nerve to say where he lived.

"Then let's go, I can't stay there forever, I'm allergic to my parents recently." Carol stood beside him, determined to go back with him all the way.

Peter had no choice but to walk away casually, "I think they're pretty good."

"It's pretty good, with enough money and no worries about food and clothing. They will support whatever you want to do. But don't forget, my dad is from Wall Street, and everything he does has a purpose. And I Mom is a socialite, and getting her status on the Upper East Side is not something you can do by being a vegetarian." Carol sighed, and she glanced at Peter.Wearing the most ordinary sportswear and sneakers, he is on the low side, and looks unpopular and cute, so he can't find it if he throws it in the crowd.

"Uh, I don't know much about you rich people." Peter felt that he couldn't continue the conversation, and he couldn't even touch her life at all.

"What are your parents like?" Carol asked casually, she just picked up a topic at random, so as not to have nothing to say along the way.

"Well, I'm an orphan, and I live with my aunt." Peter licked his lips, feeling her effort.But obviously, his and her efforts are all in vain.

"I'm not full. Is there anything delicious near your house?" Carol is very used to such embarrassment. She has seen many big scenes of face-to-face fights in social situations.Changing the subject or something is just a beginner's level of difficulty.

"There's a sandwich shop that was blown up before, but it's okay, and they reopened recently. They have the best sandwiches in Queens, I promise, they're absolutely delicious." Peter finally had a chance to say something he was familiar with, and he Opened the chatterbox, and kept on saying, "But I don't know if you are used to eating, after all, what you usually eat, um, forget it, let's talk about it after eating."

Carol listened silently. In order to avoid touching any dangerous topics again, she turned into an audience and stopped speaking actively.

She didn't open her mouth until she ate the sandwich introduced by Peter, "Oh, my God, you know, this is better than the sandwiches at Michelin three-star restaurants."

"Have good eyesight, little girl, next time you come here I will give you a [-]% discount." The boss took the opportunity to promote, who doesn't like a pretty and talking girl.

"Oh, why do I only have a [-]% discount?" Peter objected, he was the old customer.

Carol laughed. She really didn't have that kind of relationship.Celebrities rely on exchanges of interests, "Don't you want to know about me, do you have time to listen now?"

"Well, go ahead." Peter pursed his lips. He tried his best to control himself not to interrupt her, lest she be unhappy and unwilling to speak again.

"My grandfather came from a small town in Lithuania called Kelm, where a Jewish town lived. Since the fifteenth century, they were massacred by anti-Semitic people, and this history continued until after World War II. My grandfather had the guts He was so young, he chose to flee his homeland. However, he still failed to escape his fate." Carol took a napkin and drew a simple map of the northern hemisphere, then she pointed to the Arctic Ocean and continued , "A few years ago, archaeologists discovered the 'HMS Terror' on the west coast of King William Island, Canada. This is a British Royal Navy ship that has been missing for a hundred years. For many years, my grandmother's family has been looking for him. It is for this reason that the evil spirit Tumbac who killed my grandmother's grandfather also haunted my grandmother's family."

"Uh...so?" Peter felt that these two stories were thrilling, but what did it have to do with her.This is what happened in the last century. Now that there are aliens, do they still have to discuss ghosts?

"In superstitious terms, it's inheritance of doom. In scientific terms, it's epigenetic inheritance. Recently, psychologists have begun to study the impact of historical trauma on offspring, and have made a major breakthrough. They studied the Jewish population of World War II. The descendants of the Holocaust also studied the descendants of Indians massacred by white Americans, as well as many families that suffered several catastrophes over hundreds of years. They came to a conclusion that various disasters not only affect our psychology and behavior, It will also change the deep physiological structure of the cells." Carol made a few crosses on the map. Inherited the genes of this bad luck."

Peter frowned, rubbing his chin, pretending to be thinking hard.

"In the simplest terms, I must break this curse, otherwise I will not survive." Carol shrugged and said this in the most helpless tone.

"But..., your parents are both in their 40s." Peter frowned even deeper. She was deceiving people at a higher level, and there was no such thing as a curse.

"My grandfather and the others avoided the curse all their lives before they barely delayed the onset of the curse, and they got married and had children normally. But they were afraid that the curse would continue, so they only had one child. Unexpectedly, the in-laws were also burdened with bad luck. My birth was like A fuse, mixing two curses together, makes it stronger. The reason why you think the layout and layout of my house are strange is because you have to restrain the curse. All kinds of things collected from all over the world , are said to have the ability to restrain evil." Carol patiently explained that this was the first time she had mentioned this matter to outsiders.For some reason, Peter just has a reassuring quality.But he obviously seems to be the type of person who can't keep secrets and has a quick mouth.

"But... why is it accurate? Not twenty, or sixteen?" Peter was a little curious. He was bitten by a spider and gained superpowers. Why can't the curse be explained scientifically?

"Because my father and mother had the same dream, I was killed, on my birthday." Carol didn't believe it at first, but more and more signs began to prove the existence of this curse.

"Oh, it can't be me?" Peter covered his mouth, and he suddenly figured out why she kept pestering him.

"You think too much, you are a cursed monster." Carol laughed, and he could really think of it, "I just want to find a teammate, a superhero like you is the most suitable. "

"But..., you have a very good relationship with Mr. Stark, why don't you look for him." Peter covered his face, as if he had played too much.

"I have to think about my future life. Will you do business with a short-lived family? Short-lived and poor, I'll choose short-lived." Carol still thought about it, but was rejected by her father and mother.

Peter was the teammate who came to his door. If he hadn't thought of coming to rescue him that night, Carol would not have followed him in the opposite direction.

Surprisingly, he was actually Spider-Man.

Is there a more suitable teammate than the otaku classmates from the same school?

No!

"But... my enemies are basically villains. I have no experience in fighting evil spirits." Peter has received too much information today, and he has a little indigestion.

"You are too much, right? If you presuppose so many things for yourself, you can't do things. You can't do it like this. How can you be a superhero. You haven't even tried, and you start to shrink back. I didn't either Experience, you see I have the same fighting spirit." Carol really became more and more satisfied with this teammate, and planned to hold on to it.

"Isn't that because you're going to die in a year?" Peter scratched his hair, their positions were completely different.

"Don't mention the word death to me!" Carol has been really sensitive recently, she is even afraid of black cats.Obviously she is the brightest socialite on the Upper East Side in the future, why did her life change drastically after her parents had a dream.

Fortunately, because she was afraid of being kidnapped, she practiced martial arts since she was a child.She has learned all about Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Chinese Martial Arts, and Russian Martial Arts.

Now that I think about it, this most reasonable reason is actually an excuse.It never occurred to her that her enemy was not a criminal, but a curse that was too illusory to touch.

"Okay, okay. But I have to seriously consider the matter of forming a team. After all, I have serious work to do. You see, Mr. Stark personally made my suit for me. If everyone asks me to form a team to fight some monsters, wouldn’t I be too busy.” Peter is very kind, and he is still willing to help.It's just that agreeing too quickly seems to feel too casual, not superhero style.

"Is there anyone else looking for you to form a team?" Carol raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair, and looked him up and down.

"No, no more."

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