Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Chapter 260 Bah, a man's mouth!

"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:

"Did I go a little too far 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. If you worry about her now, you're 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.

Recalling the girl with long blonde hair who looked so wronged earlier, her expression was extremely complicated.

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?

Saying, "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 everything we've been through, 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 raised it to Peter:

"Peter, you've grown up."

"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 be proud of me a lot more 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.

After resolving the conflict between Sif, Gwen, and Felicia, he planned to strike while the iron was hot and deal with 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 were a responsible and competent director, I certainly wouldn'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, and they were beaten black and blue by her every day."

"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 the mellowing of time to reveal their rich flavor... 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 my mind?

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.

Chapter 261 Epic Enhancement for the Shockwave Woman

Peter observed for a while and found that Daisy's efforts were indeed visible to the naked eye.

Before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., she was just an ordinary Asian beauty, and even suffered from malnutrition due to her long-term homelessness.

But Daisy's transformation is now so complete that it can only be described as a complete metamorphosis.

Not only have her physique and appearance improved significantly, but her combat prowess is also remarkable.

Three or five trainee agents from the training camp attacked her together, but they couldn't last more than a few rounds against her.

Such combat power, if not comparable to Black Widow before she consumed the Great God Fruit, is at least on par with the level of an ordinary Red Room female agent.

Daisy's ability to reach this level in just a few months demonstrates her hard work and talent.

After observing for a while, he was certain that Daisy had grown to be even more outstanding than her character several years later in the original story.

Peter clapped his hands lightly and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"Alright, that's it for today's training. Everyone, dismissed."

The trainees on the ground quickly got up. A young man with a buzz cut covered his swollen cheek and staggered toward the exit.

The other trainees also helped each other, avoiding Daisy's area and moving quickly along the wall.

In just a few seconds, only Peter and Daisy remained in the vast training field.

When Daisy saw Peter, who had been "hiding from her," finally appear, her beautiful eyes visibly flickered.

But instead of rushing at him immediately, she turned her head away in a huff, her gaze fixed on the right wall, giving Peter a delicate profile.

Peter looked at the face.

His smooth black hair clung to the edges of his cheeks, perfectly showcasing the soft bone structure and facial features of an East Asian.

It has to be said that after seeing so many Western beauties like Gwen, Felicia, and Natasha, seeing such an Eastern face only intensified his affection for this girl.

He stepped forward, shortening the distance between them.

Daisy tried to hide, but she was no match for Peter.

With a single shave, Peter instantly appeared beside her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace.