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

"Perhaps you're hiding some secret, I don't know. Maybe it's because of the tumor. You're always worried about something, and I... I don't know how to help you, even though you've always helped me, there's nothing I can do."

The more Gwen talked, the more frustrated and upset she felt.

Perhaps she would have kept these feelings buried in her heart before, but now, somehow, she has poured them all out.

And as if bewitched, a thought flashed through her mind like a neon light: Maybe I can be more proactive; in any case, I have to do something.

So, while Peter was deep in thought, reflecting on what he had said, Gwen, with her Spider-Woman-like agility, launched a surprise attack on him!

Taking advantage of Peter's momentary lapse in attention, she moved closer to his mouth.

Then, following the methods in the movie, I clumsily tried to express this most intimate way between lovers.

Dizziness enveloped her, and she felt as if she were sinking deeper and deeper into a strange sense of immersion.

Okay, this feeling is not bad, so let's get into it.

Peter, who was suddenly ambushed by Gwen, was initially stunned after realizing what Gwen had done.

what is this? !!

A sudden and unexpected attack?

Compared to the ambush of the aliens lurking in the darkness, he suddenly felt that Gwen was no less formidable.

Although he wasn't exactly a naive young man in his past life, considering the special circumstances at hand, he still tried his hand clumsily, reaching out to stop Gwen's second attack.

Moreover, there is an alien embryo inside his body, and the extent of its mutation is currently unknown.

He feared that if things continued, Gwen would actually give birth to an alien.

Gwen was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed after her second attack was blocked by Peter's fingers.

"You bit me, Peter!"

"No, Gwen, it was you who bit me."

Peter decisively pointed out Gwen's hypocrisy.

"Okay, you're very skilled. Looks like I'm at a disadvantage."

Gwen has found a new excuse.

"Some talents are innate, and..."

Peter patted Gwen's hair. "I admit, you've been wronged, Gwen. This isn't the real you."

"what?"

"The real you wouldn't be like this."

Hearing Peter say that, Gwen was also somewhat dazed.

To be honest, I don't think I'm acting quite normally today.

Why did I act so impulsively today?

In the evening, George Stacy returned home from the police station.

He found no trace of Gwen in the room and assumed his daughter was still at school and hadn't come home.

He went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

He's been dealing with Hell's Kitchen lately, which has been exhausting for him.

Whether it's mental or physical.

Just as he was about to relax, he suddenly saw an unbelievable scene downstairs.

Gwen, what are you doing?!

Chapter 75 The Rebellious Little Sweetheart, Angry!

Gwen had just opened the door when she saw her father sitting upright on the sofa.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

She opened the door to the room as she spoke.

The light in the living room instantly dispelled the darkness.

“We need to have a serious talk, Gwen.”

George Stacy's unusually serious expression caused Gwen to immediately stop what she was doing.

She felt a little guilty.

Did Dad see what I did just now?

I don't know what came over me, why I suddenly became so bold.

When she and Peter parted ways downstairs, she couldn't help but kiss him.

Perhaps, as Peter said, I really have been poisoned.

I shouldn't have been so casual.

This is completely different from what I imagined.

For ordinary people, there's probably a lot less romance.

Romance in the eyes of normal people usually involves things like greeting cards, roses, and diamonds.

By this standard, my behavior with Peter at the pool can hardly be considered romantic.

but

I am not an ordinary person; our relationship is purely platonic.

Gwen's thoughts wandered, drifting into random, unfounded ideas.

"About what, Dad?"

Although Gwen knew what her father wanted to say, she pretended not to understand and asked.

George said sternly, "I don't object to you getting too close to Peter, but you need to know what you're doing."

At this moment, George Stacy was very angry, feeling as if her beloved daughter, whom she had raised for many years, was leaking air.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Gwen, but I must remind you that you shouldn’t do things that are beyond your age!”

Gwen looked up, her blue, saltwater-lake-like eyes meeting her father's. "I don't understand, Dad."

George Stacy shook her head, looking disappointed, and said, "No, you know exactly what I'm saying, Gwen. You've disappointed me."

Gwen, for some reason, felt a surge of rebellion and said to her father:

“I don’t understand what you’re thinking either, Dad. Every night, you take the subway to Forest Hill to go home, and you’re surrounded by people you protect and serve.”

Gwen's tone became agitated. "When you look into someone's eyes, you see more of the real person, you see yourself clearly, that's your life, that's the life you've taught me, but I can't see, Dad, what you're thinking when you look into my eyes."

George frowned as he listened to Gwen's excited words.

He said to Gwen, "That has nothing to do with what we're talking about right now, Gwen."

"Of course it does."

Gwen tried to calm herself down. "Dad, I don't need you to tell me what's right and what's wrong, and then I have to obey. I know what I'm doing."

George Stacy frowned even more.

He could sense that his daughter seemed to be drifting away from him.

And it was quite obvious that she preferred to believe Peter's ideas rather than her father's.

“You haven’t grown up to that point yet, Gwen.”

George's tone became increasingly stern.

"Dad, I'm an adult now."

Gwen was in a particularly bad mood today. She said to her father, "Sometimes I even wonder, Dad, maybe what you said to Peter at the police station that day wasn't just crazy talk after you lost your mind. Maybe you really thought that way."

George's face grew increasingly grim. "What?"

Gwen gazed at her father's face and said in a serious tone, "You think he would hurt me, but in reality, he has always been the one protecting me. He saved me when I acted impulsively like a fool."

"Yes, I like him, Dad, and I hope you won't interfere."

George Stacy stared in shock at her stubborn daughter.

Is this still the same obedient and sensible daughter she used to be?

Now he's been turned into this by that Peter kid!

He suddenly felt a surge of anger rising within him.

at the same time.

Peter was walking along the street, holding an umbrella.

At this moment, he had no idea that Gwen was arguing with George again in order to defend her.

Furthermore, he has already been targeted by Sheriff George on the grounds that he "harmed his own daughter."

As night fell, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, casting a gray hue over the entire city.

Peter held up the umbrella, reflecting on Gwen's unusual behavior during the day.

The smell of volatile oils and other substances in the air is likely the culprit behind all of this.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the note Miss Fish had written to him, granting him leave.

It had Helen Nolan's address written on it.

Canal Street in Brooklyn is an unsafe area teeming with all sorts of people.

The roads here are crisscrossed, like a web spun by a drunken spider, and full of potholes.

Finally, following the address on the note, he arrived at a house.

The house has three black, rusty iron numbers embedded in it: 965.

This Victorian-style building is quite eye-catching in the area.

Gazing at the buildings in the rain, Peter put away the yellow leave slip in his hand and went to ring the doorbell.