Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"She just left like that?"

Gwen watched Sif leave, covering her face, and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

She turned to look at Peter, as if seeking his opinion, and asked:

"Was I a little too harsh just now?"

Seeing her guilty expression, Peter couldn't help but find it amusing, and pulled her close, gently kissing her on the cheek.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you. All Asgardians look like this."

Felicia chimed in casually from the side:

"You don't need to worry about her. She's obviously been traumatized. When she gets back from her special training, she might come back to challenge us again. Your concern for her now is just making trouble for yourself."

Hearing her say that, Gwen finally felt relieved.

So she let Peter lead her and Felicia back to their room to have dinner together.

On the table.

Uncle Ben sat in the main seat, looking at Gwen and Felicia surrounding his nephew.

Recall the girl with long blonde hair who looked so wronged earlier; her expression was extremely complex.

He wanted to remind Peter, as an elder, to be faithful and responsible in matters of the heart.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

What should he say?

To say, "Peter, you're wrong. A good man can only love one woman in his life."

This applies to him, but not to Peter…

My nephew is no longer the little boy who needed to be taught how to be a good person.

He is now the Arbiter, the great hero who saved the Earth.

He defeated vampires spanning the multiverse and even single-handedly brought down the White House bastards.

Now, he carries the weight of an entire civilization on his shoulders.

After going through so much, why not... enjoy yourself a little?

Thinking about this, Uncle Ben suddenly felt relieved.

He meaningfully picked up the glass of milk in front of him and held it up to Peter:

"Peter, you've grown up."

"Your uncle is proud of you."

Peter vaguely sensed the complex emotions in Uncle Ben's words. He chuckled softly, took the steak Felicia offered, raised his glass to Uncle Ben in return, and then spoke meaningfully:

"Don't worry, Uncle Ben, you'll have plenty of times to be proud of me in the future."

……

With Sif, this "big trouble," gone, the remaining time naturally belonged to Peter and his two "official wives."

Perhaps it was a way of rewarding Peter for saving the universe, or perhaps the two best friends had come to terms with things over the past few months.

Neither of them went home early tonight.

This also made Peter vaguely realize something:

Well, it seems I really can't live with Uncle Ben and Aunt May anymore.

Although I have long regarded them as my biological parents, even if they are my biological parents, it is time to avoid suspicion.

From now on, visiting the two elders every few days will be enough.

……

The tenderness and beauty of that night need no further explanation.

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto Peter's face, he slowly opened his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

This is everything he fought for.

He carefully climbed out of bed without disturbing anyone.

After tucking them in and giving them a good morning kiss on the forehead, Peter got dressed and quietly left the room.

He still has things to do.

Having resolved the conflict between Sif, Gwen, and Felicia, he prepared to strike while the iron was hot and resolve his last remaining "trouble" as well.

……

New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building, top floor office.

When Peter opened the door, Hill was working inside.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of work to do, and Peter is a hands-off manager, so Hill's workload is quite heavy.

After some time apart, two faint dark circles appeared on Hill's delicate face, making her look slightly haggard.

Seeing her like this, Peter felt a pang of pity and couldn't help but put his hand on her shoulder and activate the power of the horse talisman.

Hill, who was busy working at her desk, was startled by the sudden touch and instinctively wanted to retaliate.

But the next second, the refreshing feeling brought on by the quiet dissipation of that fatigue made her unable to help but let out a barely perceptible groan.

The sound made Peter, who had been busy all night, unconsciously excited.

However, he quickly composed himself, adopting the professional demeanor of a superior, and began:

"Agent Maria, work is never-ending. Sometimes you should learn to delegate some unnecessary tasks to your subordinates and enjoy life properly."

Upon hearing this, Hill couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"If my director is a responsible and good director, then I really don't need to be this busy."

After making a sarcastic remark about Peter, she finally smiled and said in a teasing tone:

"Instead of wasting time worrying about an old woman like me, you should go see Daisy. That girl has been harboring a lot of resentment lately."

"All the trainees from the same cohort became her punching bags, getting beaten up by her every day until they were bruised and swollen."

"If you don't intervene soon, she might drive all the other students away."

Peter had clearly come here because of this matter, but he wore a nonchalant expression and joked:

"Women are like fine wine, they need some time to mature before they can show their mellow charm... Besides, I think Agent Maria, you don't look old at all, you look at most twenty-five or twenty-six years old."

"Don't give me that!" Hill deliberately put on a serious face, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He couldn't help but think to himself:

Could this bureau chief really have something on his mind about me?

Although she is a staunch non-marriage advocate, having such a handsome, wealthy, and almost invincible man to relieve her stress is indeed an irresistible temptation.

……

Before she could think further, Peter had already drifted away from the office.

This made Hill unconsciously purse his lips:

Hmph, she's just a big, frivolous swallow after all!

Just as Hill was complaining about Peter in his heart, Peter had already quietly arrived at the agent training camp.

Just as Hill had said, Daisy was venting her resentment on a group of trainee agents at the training camp.

The poor young people were all beaten black and blue; they were more terrified of her than Spider-Man and the Heirs were of her.