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

Just as she turned to leave, she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

When she turned around, she found Peter standing in front of her.

"Peter?!"

Gwen looked at her friend in surprise, "Where did you go just now?"

"I encountered a few minor troubles, but they have been resolved."

Peter said in a casual tone.

Although he is still feeling unwell, with exhaustion and weakness lingering in his body.

But compared to when I almost fainted, it's much better now.

"Okay, knowing you're alright is probably the best news I can get right now."

As Gwen spoke, she turned her head toward the subway on the platform.

"Did you see that, Peter? That 'Spider-Man,' he stopped this disaster."

"Spider-Man?"

Peter's eyebrows twitched slightly when Gwen mentioned Spider-Man.

"Yes, don't you think he looks a lot like a spider? Spinning webs to hold up subways and helicopters, what a cool superhero!"

"Ah."

Peter glanced at Gwen's hand, which had been bitten by a spider, and said, "I remember you hated spiders, didn't you?"

He recalled that after the Frank incident, Gwen showed a fear of spiders.

"Yes, but today's Spider-Man changed my impression of spiders."

Gwen smiled at Peter. "I'm looking forward to becoming that kind of superhero now."

Peter nodded and muttered to himself, "It won't be long."

"what?"

Gwen's hearing had also improved considerably, and she asked Peter in confusion, "What did you just say, Peter?"

"I said, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Okay, although I really want to say that I won't let you down, I'm afraid that's a bit difficult."

evening.

Gwen dragged her tired body home.

In addition to nausea, I also had a fever.

The overhead lights made her feel dizzy.

It felt as if I were walking on a bumpy, uneven path covered with pebbles.

Straight through the dense jungle and thorns, it seems to stretch endlessly forward.

On this long road, every step I take seems incredibly small.

As her movements slowed, she even began to wonder if she was already dead.

Or perhaps she has become a walking corpse.

"Gwen!"

She was still half asleep when there was a knock on the door, and George Stacy's voice came from outside.

Opening her eyes, forcing herself to return to the path, Gwen stood up and opened the door for her father.

Good evening, Dad.

Good evening, Gwen.

George Stacy frowned as she looked at her listless daughter.

"Are you alright, Gwen?"

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy."

George nodded, unsuspecting.

So much had happened during the day that even now he felt exhausted and drained.

The sudden incident on the No. 7 subway caused a huge uproar in New York and even across the United States.

The emergence of a so-called superhero dubbed "Spider-Man" by the media, who used a helicopter to stop a speeding train, stunned countless citizens.

Now, when you turn on the TV, all you see are speculations about Spider-Man's identity and analyses of his abilities.

Aside from speculation about Spider-Man's identity, there was also condemnation of the New York police.

After all, such a major incident occurred, and the New York police did nothing.

The public's anger, especially that of passengers on the 7 train, was directed at the New York Police Department.

A thoroughly distraught George Stacy finally managed to escape from the police station and return home.

“I think we need to have a serious talk, Gwen.”

George Stacy walked over to her daughter and said, "You've put yourself in danger, both at Midtown High School and this time, Gwen. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'm sorry, Dad, I just wanted to help out."

“But you’re not a cop, Gwen, and you’re not a superhero. Your abilities are limited.”

Gwen rubbed her dizzy forehead and said to her father, "It's not because we become special that we have responsibilities, right, Dad? It's something we're born with."

George Stacy sighed softly: "You'll hurt yourself, Gwen. You're not always lucky."

“I know, so I’ve always embraced fate. Maybe something unexpected will happen next time I’m unlucky, but I won’t complain.”

Gwen looked up at her father and said, “Dad, didn’t you tell me before that people should learn from fountains, not ditches; from leaves drifting in streams, not from dams that restrict their freedom?”

George was speechless as he listened to Gwen refuting him with her own words from the past.

After seeing her father off, Gwen covered her burning forehead and collapsed onto the bed.

When she touched the laptop on the bed, she found it stuck to her hand when she lifted it up.

She stared in astonishment at her palm.

what is this? !!

The rooftop of Christ Church in Manhattan.

Harry clutched the crucifix, trembling.

The cold air kept assaulting him, and as night fell, the cold wind became unbearable.

"Is anyone there? Help!"

He shouted weakly twice more.

what happened?

Why does it seem like everyone has forgotten about me?

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Chapter 43 A loving father and a filial son

Osborne Estate.

"Tonight we will take you on a mysterious and wonderful journey with Norman Osborne. Anyone who has ever read the financial section of a newspaper will be familiar with the name Norman Osborne."

Norman Oss sat at the dining table, with a program about the Osborne Group playing on the television.

But his attention was not drawn to the television.

A newspaper was spread out on the dining table, and all the news articles were about Spider-Man.

The TV presenter's voice continued:

"He brought a series of unexpected changes to the field of bioengineering, which brought him huge profits and made his company one of the world's leading companies."

As he was browsing the newspaper, Harry walked over.

Harry, who had been exposed to the cold wind all day at Christ Church, was finally rescued.

"What did the doctor say, Harry?"

Norman Osborne put down his newspaper and turned to look at him.

"I'm fine. The doctor said it's just a superficial injury, and there's also a risk of catching a cold, but that's for later. Right now, I should be fine."

Harry sat down at the table and picked up a knife.

He squeezed a large piece of toast into a ball, broke the egg yolk, and the overflowing liquid mingled with the maple syrup surrounding them.

Harry didn't eat it right away. Instead, he put down his knife, looked up at Norman, and said, "Dad, have you seen the news about Spider-Man?"

"Ah."

Norman picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

“That’s not something you should be concerned about, Harry. You should focus more on your studies and other things.”

Harry took a deep breath and asked Norman, "What do you mean by 'the others'? Are you worried about our robot vacuum turning into a killer robot?"

"what?"

Norman Osborn cast an unpleasant glance at Harry.

“I said, that robot fighting the vulture is our robot vacuum cleaner.”

Harry disregarded his father's authority and blurted out everything he wanted to say.

“That guy who calls himself Vulture said you plagiarized his work. He kidnapped me and wants you to apologize. But Dad, you have a better solution. You don’t need to send out robots. An apology is all you need to solve everything.”

Norman Osborne's jaw tightened. "You mean I'm wrong?"

"I just think that innocent people shouldn't lose their lives because of us."