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

Choosing not to be a puppet of fate at the crossroads, and breaking the routine of life, is probably why I'm standing here now.

"Alright, Mr. Parker."

Black Cat quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts, put on her blindfold to conceal her delicate features.

"I enjoyed chatting with you today. I hope we can meet again next time. I helped you this time, so we're even now about what happened at Night Demon Law Firm last time."

After saying that, she blew Peter a kiss, did a somersault over the railing, and then "whoosh," fired her grappling hook gun.

Peter, leaning against the metal railing, watched the departing black cat's back as the exoskeleton mask on his face slowly faded away.

He has regained some strength.

He stood up, holding onto the railing.

The rain on the distant city skyline shrouded the entire city in mist; it seemed that although the rain had stopped, the fog had spread again.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter slowly walked down the stairs.

His body has recovered most of its strength, and after a night's rest, the fatigue has almost completely disappeared.

Although he was still puzzled by the changes in the alien embryo and worried about Helen's next move, he pretended to be nonchalant in front of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

He wanted his uncle to help him get leave so he could stay home and protect the two of them.

Suddenly, I overheard Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei talking.

Aunt May mentioned the church's flyers.

“This kind of propaganda is a bit outdated. Look at these words—'Jesus stood at the crossroads, and he chose not the horizontal line representing the human world, but the vertical line representing God.' I have heard the pastor in the church say this sentence many times.”

Peter, standing on the stairs, paused slightly as he listened to Aunt May's words, which sounded somewhat similar to those of the black cat from the previous night.

It seems that Black Cat's father and Aunt May went to the same church.

Upon seeing Peter come downstairs, Uncle Ben and Uncle Ben's expressions immediately turned serious.

“Peter, come here. We need to have a serious talk about you and Gwen. There are some things you both need to protect yourselves.”

Chapter 81 Aunt May's Not-So-Simple Problem

Aunt May put down the church brochure in her hand and said to Peter with a serious expression.

“I don’t quite understand, Aunt May.”

Peter pretended to know nothing.

Uncle Ben, standing next to him, pretended to pick up the newspaper and cover his face.

It's clear that he has no say in this kind of topic.

Aunt May looked at Peter with an imposing air, "George called me last night and said you and Gwen are dating."

“To be honest, Peter, I don’t object. In fact, I quite like Gwen.”

Aunt May said to Peter seriously, "You'd better not do anything stupid."

"Cough cough."

Uncle Ben coughed and said somewhat awkwardly to the two of them, "The lawn outside hasn't been cleared yet, I'll go out and clear it first."

After Uncle Ben left, Aunt May crossed her arms and said to Peter, "At least you guys need to protect yourselves."

Peter put down his banana bread, looked up and said, "Actually, we didn't do anything out of line, Aunt May."

Do you know anything about that kind of thing?

"what?"

Peter looked up at Aunt May in surprise.

He thought Aunt Mei was going to scold him, but he didn't expect her to be so straightforward.

"I said, do you know anything about that kind of thing?"

Aunt Mei crossed her arms, exuding the aura of a strong woman.

Peter was taken aback, then changed the subject, saying, "Perhaps we can talk about something else, Aunt May."

Do you understand?

Aunt May, seemingly oblivious to Peter's evasiveness, asked another question.

Peter hadn't expected Aunt May to become so assertive today.

And they said it to him without any hesitation.

"Aunt May, the internet and cable TV were already widespread when I was born."

Peter said helplessly to Aunt May, "Yes, I understand."

"What do you mean, 'understand'?"

“My uncle told me that.”

Peter had no choice but to bring out Uncle Ben.

"Did I say that?"

"Yes."

Aunt May lowered her arms, and Peter thought she was going to change the subject, but then she asked, "What did Ben tell you?"

"Aunt Mei, let it go, I give up."

Although Peter wasn't exactly a seasoned veteran in his previous life, he wasn't exactly a complete novice either. He was quite embarrassed by Aunt May's interrogation.

It's probably because Aunt May's natural aura is particularly effective on her body.

Seeing Peter's expression, Aunt May smiled slightly.

She said to Peter, “Okay, but there’s a rule: you can’t do bad things in the house.”

“I won’t, Aunt May.”

Are you sure there won't be any unexpected events?

"probably not."

Aunt May nodded, walked over, and gently patted Peter's hand. "Gwen is a good girl, I like her. I'm not the old-fashioned type you think I am, and..."

She paused, her expression softening slightly. "Your father and mother met in high school."

After dealing with Aunt May, Peter was about to ask Uncle Ben to help him ask for leave when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was a message from Gwen.

"Good morning, Peter. Did my dad say anything to you?"

After hesitating for a moment, Peter replied to her, "No."

He did not mention that George had complained to Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

"what is the problem?"

Gwen's message arrived a few minutes later: "You don't think I'm a promiscuous girl, do you, Peter?"

In the room, Gwen held her phone, frowning as she looked at the screen.

She felt annoyed after waking up in the morning.

What stupid thing did I do yesterday?

The thought of her unrestrained behavior in the swimming pool and her arguments with her father filled her with shame.

I'm not like this on a normal day.

Okay, while her feelings for Peter weren't fake, she shouldn't have initiated the kiss.

Was I really poisoned, as Peter said?

She looked down at her phone, lost in thought.

Peter texted her back: "No."

With a "thud," Gwen collapsed onto the bed, her golden hair falling loose.

She held her phone up to her eyes and typed, "Thank you for your comfort. Maybe I really am under some kind of spell. What I fear most is that things I can't control will happen again and again."

"No, Gwen, it's just a coincidence."

Gwen adjusted the height of her phone and continued texting: "Didn't someone say that once something happens, something similar will definitely happen again?"

She edited the text: "It's like the government sending a team of meteor observers to Corrett National Park just because a huge asteroid fell there two million years ago."

Gwen put down her phone and savored the taste of yesterday's kiss.

Feeling the sunlight on her hair, she muttered to herself, "But it's not all bad."

She wanted to tell Peter that she had a dream, but in the end she didn't.

She dreamt that she was in Disney World, driving a white van with a red cross on it, with Peter sitting next to her.

The beautiful daughter, who belonged to her and Peter, was at least six years old. She was staring at her with green eyes from the mudguard of the covered wagon.

On the street outside the train station, Mickey Mouse was surrounded by children, holding their trusting little hands with his large white cartoon gloves.

Everything looked incredibly happy.

She rubbed her temples and looked at the photo frame on the bedside table.

"Well, this is a scene I dreamed about with my parents when I was a child. I never thought it would come true in the next generation."

Gwen composed herself, left the room, and headed towards the school.

The streets had been raining all night and smelled of damp earth.

Gwen unconsciously pulled her sweatshirt tighter and pulled up the hood.

Near a street corner, a bald man in a black suit in a black car saw Gwen and took out his phone to report, "Boss, target spotted."

"Very good, execute the plan, well done."

"understand!"