Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

At the top of the Empire State Building, a gentle night breeze caressed the two people nestled together.

Gwen leaned on Peter's shoulder, toying with the smooth, warm jade dragon scale in her hand:

"So where did this thing come from?" She tilted her head, her azure eyes filled with curiosity.

"And then there's your ability to restore objects to their original state; that's something that can't be done just by relying on physics or biology."

"This is certainly not a scientific invention; it's magic!"

He placed his finger on Gwen's forehead, using the Horse Charm to help her quickly heal from the fatigue of the battle.

To conceal the system's incomprehensible existence, Peter has decided to stick to his "magical boy" persona to the very end.

"Magic?" Gwen's eyes widened. If she weren't currently undergoing magical healing, she would have suspected that Peter was making fun of her again.

"That's right," Peter said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"There are many different types of magic in this world, but the magic I possess is different from everyone else's."

"The magic I possess was bestowed upon me by an Eastern dragon, and this scale is one of the gifts he gave me..."

In the following time, Peter made up a story for Gwen about "the dragon and the chosen child".

Gwen quickly accepted this situation; the facts were right in front of her, and she had no choice but to accept them.

"You know what? When I got this dragon scale, the first person I thought of was you."

Peter reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Gwen's ear. His tender gesture and words made the girl's heart skip a beat.

She had indeed been a little jealous that Peter had given the dragon scales to Felicia, but now, hearing Peter say this, that little knot in her heart instantly disappeared:

"No way! I can't accept that kind of fighting style. Compared to controlling water with my singing from the back, I much prefer to solve problems directly with spider silk and my fists!"

"I knew you'd say that," Peter chuckled, then joked.

"After all, my little Spider-Man is quite the chatterbox. If she keeps singing during battle, she'll probably go crazy!"

"No way~" Gwen blushed and retorted, but her mind subconsciously conjured up that image...

Well, if that were to actually happen, she would definitely go crazy.

"Thinking about it that way, the dragon scales are indeed more suitable for Felicia. Her singing voice is wonderful, and she does need the power to protect herself."

At this point, Gwen couldn't help but smile:

"The idea of ​​the three of us teaming up as superheroes sounds pretty fun... Oh, and speaking of which, she doesn't even have a proper codename yet!"

Peter had actually already thought of a new title that would suit Felicia, but his eagerness at this moment was no different from self-destruction.

So he decisively feigned sudden realization and said:

"I had completely forgotten about this until you mentioned it. If Felicia is to join us in the future, she will definitely need a suitable title."

Hearing that Peter had never thought of giving Felicia a title, and then comparing that to Peter's performance on his very first day as a superhero, it's quite striking.

Gwen didn't say it, but she was extremely satisfied.

"If you ask me..." Gwen thought for a moment and then said:

"How about calling her the Sea Queen... uh, but wouldn't DC have objections to that name? Or maybe 'Siren'? 'Tide-Summoning Diva'? 'Water Queen'?"

Noticing Peter's strange look and hesitant expression, Gwen realized that her names were indeed a bit too old-fashioned, on par with "White Widow" and "Spider-Woman".

"No, you should do it. I feel you're better at naming things."

Upon hearing this, Peter deliberately feigned deep thought, and after a moment, he uttered the name he had already chosen:

"Hmm...how about I name it 'Nightingale'?"

In other parallel universes, Felicia Hardy should have become "Black Cat," but now Felicia has gained the approval of the Emerald Dragonscale and has embarked on a completely different path.

So Peter named her "Nightingale".

The nightingale's song is beautiful and melodious, and it is active at night, which perfectly matches Felicia's singing at the top of her lungs on Seventh Avenue tonight.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Gwen's eyes lit up: "This sounds great! This is the one!"

She immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Felicia:

[Hero title: Nightingale, Peter helped you get it, how about it, do you like it? From now on, we can continue to fight side by side after school!]

In the bedroom, looking at the message Gwen sent, Felicia couldn't help but show an extremely complicated expression.

The image of the Arbiter's strong and perfect physique first appeared before her eyes, but then that masked face was immediately replaced by Peter's handsome and gentle smile.

This caused Felicia to break down somewhat, burying her beautiful face completely in the pillow.

Why did things turn out this way?

She finally fell for someone, only to find out that the person's true identity was her best friend, and that the person had already basically confirmed a relationship with her best friend.

Felicia wanted to reject all of this, to keep her distance from Peter, and to calm her restless heart.

But... what girl could refuse to become a superhero admired by thousands? Could she refuse the amazing power she had already experienced?

So, Felicia, almost against her will, typed out the following reply on her phone:

I really like it... See you at school tomorrow.

By the time she realized what she had done, it was too late; these days, cell phones don't have an undo function.

"How could this happen..."

Felicia murmured softly, then fell into a deeper state of confusion.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for Felicia.

Of course, in such a large city as New York, she was definitely not the only one suffering from insomnia.

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"Tony, thank God, you're back!"

Downstairs at Stark Industries, when Pepper Potts saw Tony return alive and well, she couldn't help but hug him tightly.

Smelling the pleasant perfume on Pepper Potts, Tony felt his mouth go dry.

"You know what? Chili, I've been in that godforsaken place, Afghanistan, for almost two weeks now, and right now there are only two things on my mind. The first is to eat a cheeseburger right now, and the second is..."

Pepper quickly covered Tony's mouth; there were paparazzi all around! "Stop talking about those embarrassing things!"

Meanwhile, on the top floor of Stark Industries.

Seeing Tony cuddling and acting all lovey-dovey with Pepper Potts, Tony's "good uncle," Obadiah Stanislav, was so angry that he smashed his wine glass on the spot.

"Fuck! What did those Ten Commandments gang of trash eat to grow up like that? They can't even handle a playboy like this!"