I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Liz was overwhelmed by a sense of disbelief and absurdity.

She took out her phone, intending to call Gwen, but quickly stopped herself.

If it really is Gwen, wouldn't my best course of action be to do what Gloria did and pretend I don't know?

At this time, Gwen was unaware of Liz's suspicions. Only after everything was resolved did she head to the state park.

By the time she arrived, it was all over.

Just as she was feeling frustrated, her phone vibrated.

Gwen immediately pulled out her phone.

The above is a text message Peter sent her: "I'm home safely, Gwen, don't worry."

bar.

It was already late at night, and only a few guests remained, killing time that wasn't precious.

"Handsome, can I buy you a drink?"

"If you finish that glass, I'll buy you another one."

Peter glanced at the barrel of wine, indicating that she could drink the largest "glass" first.

The woman who had tried to chat him up shook her head and turned away, seeing Peter's aloof demeanor.

"Or, drink something that doesn't taste like swill."

Helen was standing behind him without him noticing.

Looking around, Peter turned to Helen and said, "Why are we talking in a place like this?"

"Because here you will let down your guard."

Peter was no longer wearing a mask and had reverted to his Peter Parker form.

Helen asked Peter, "Where has the Queen been placed?"

"She's out there, and the darkness is her best camouflage."

“You seem to have adapted to your role as the Queen’s guardian very quickly, Peter.”

Helen sat down. "I didn't expect you to be able to attract women, considering you're still a high school student."

"But I completely understand."

She ordered a whiskey from the bartender and said to Peter:

"Your voice is good, even clear and melodious. If you were to sing, it would probably be quite good. What's even more remarkable is that your voice doesn't have a feminine quality; it's full of masculinity and doesn't have a southern accent at all. Guys who look a bit roguish and have a slightly bad-boy vibe are always easy to attract women."

"Are you here to flirt, Professor Helen?"

"No, because I liked bad boys, but that was before."

Helen picked up her glass. "Let me vent a little. Okay, now we can get down to business."

Chapter 124 I am a Space Knight, do you believe it or not?!

"Sir, your beer."

The bartender brought over the beer Peter had ordered.

"Coors Pale, why not try something stronger?"

Helen looked at the beer in Peter's hand and said...

As she spoke, she pushed the glass of wine in front of her toward Peter, "Or a glass of tequila, please."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in cactus juice."

Peter looked at the wine in front of the other person and said.

"That's an interesting point, but agave does smell like cactus."

Sitting next to Peter, she glanced around and said, "You should be worried about the Vampire Princess and Blade Warrior causing you trouble. After all, you took the Queen away right in front of them. Do you need my help?"

"Not for now, I should have a way to deal with them."

"Are you always so confident, Peter?"

"always like this."

Helen smiled, raised her glass, and said to Peter, "I hope your actions don't betray your confidence. As we agreed, you should now tell me everything you know, especially about the 'Queen'."

Are you sure you really want to hear this?

"why not?"

Helen shrugged. "After all, I told you my story. Think about it, if I wanted to kill you back then, why would I waste so much time talking to you?"

Peter pushed his beer mug forward. "I thought you just wanted to declare victory."

“I would never be so arrogant as to talk to you, Peter.”

Helen extended her gloved hand, picked up her wine glass, and took a sip. "After all, you are so special, I won't treat you like an ordinary person."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Peter said to her, “But you are special too. For example, may I ask your age, Ms. Helen?”

Because Matt said that Helen's age is comparable to Captain America's.

So, driven by curiosity, he asked the other person directly.

"Don't you know that a woman's age needs to be kept secret?"

The alluring Helen glanced at Peter, "Especially for beautiful women."

"I don't need to tell you, you'll find out when the time comes."

Finally, she answered Peter with these words.

What does "at that time" mean?

Helen put down her glass and said, "'When the time comes' means, it's up to fate."

"destiny?"

Peter was surprised when the other person used the word "fate".

"Is our current conversation also a matter of fate?"

Peter thought the other person's words sounded so much like Mrs. Webber's.

"Yes, destiny cannot be defied."

Helen stroked the neck of the bottle and said.

She felt warm and cozy all over; the whiskey was fulfilling its glorious mission.

"Everything a person experiences in life is predetermined. Heaven has already made arrangements for our destiny. Even the conversation between you and me right now is preordained, and no one can change it."

She paused for a moment, then continued:

"You buy a cup of coffee, kiss your girlfriend, do you think these are your choices, that you decide to do these things? No, they are just things woven by fate."

Peter frowned. "As a biology teacher, shouldn't you believe in natural science? Aren't you afraid of corrupting your students?"

"This is not contradictory."

Helen's desire to talk was also awakened, and she said to Peter, "I once tried to control my destiny. I thought I could control people's hearts and make my mother fall in love with me. At first, I did succeed, but soon she committed suicide in the bathtub."

She stared at the wine in her glass. "It's ironic," she thought, "that she committed suicide in the bathtub so I wouldn't have to clean up the blood."

"They meant well."

Peter added at the opportune moment.

Helen ignored him and said, "I once tried to control a little girl, do you know why?"

"do not know."

"Because her father was a beast, she was my neighbor. She was very cute, and it seemed like anyone could be her friend. Her happiest time was her birthday."

"At that age, birthdays almost meant endless possibilities: a colorful jar full of candy, a toy box upside down on the floor. Only when you grow up do you realize that each birthday is actually like a revolving door, leading you further and further away, deeper and deeper, until one day, birthdays become irrelevant to possibilities and become completely inevitable."

Helen's gaze deepened, and a flash of pain crossed her eyes. "But this child, she was only nine years old when she died, and she died on her own birthday."

Peter became interested in Helen's story. "What did you do?"

“I tried to get her to tell the police what her father did to her inhumane ways. It didn’t seem difficult, but it might be a little difficult for an ordinary person. After all, you can’t just knock her to the ground or stuff her in a trash can, regardless of whether it’s appropriate or not, you can do anything.”

Helen was lost in memories of the past.

“I was full of confidence at the time, and suddenly I felt that this might be the meaning of my existence. If I could save a nine-year-old child from a beast, then I could at least prove that I am not worthless.”

"and then?"

"Then."

Helen paused for a moment and said, "When the family was arguing outside the supermarket, the little girl saw a coin on the road. To this day, I can almost hear her voice. At the time, no one paid any attention to it."

“The child thought, ‘If you see a coin, pick it up,’ so she went and picked up that coin.”

Helen's tone became indifferent, "The scene is still vivid in my mind, the SUV, the girl's body, her shoes."

After recounting her story with the god of fate, Helen flicked her finger against the glass.

"This is fate's choice. I can't change anything. Even if I can control people's hearts, even if I kill that beast, I can't change anything."

After digressing for a moment, she looked into Peter's eyes and said seriously, "Alright, let's get back to the main point. Why does the 'Queen' obey your orders so completely? Is it related to the parasite inside your body?"

"That's a long story."

“I don’t mind, I have plenty of time tonight.”

“Even if I start by talking about the evolution of life.”

After a moment of silence, Peter asked her, "Do you know Prometheus?"

"of course."

"Prometheus was one of the Titan gods. He helped mankind steal fire from Olympus and taught them how to use it. He was abandoned and punished by the gods, but as the one who was helped, would mankind escape punishment?"

Peter slowly said to Helen, "We are descendants of Prometheus, and the punishment he suffered will naturally be passed on to mankind."