While Kraft was treating Martin Lee for the aftereffects of negative energy, Peter Parker took the mask he had confiscated from a Demon Gang member and visited the homeless shelter again.
He intended to ask Mr. Martin Lee, who knew quite a bit about history, whether he knew where the mask came from.
Unfortunately, when Peter arrived, he was told that Martin Lee had gone away on business and had left Aunt May in charge of the shelter.
"Talk about bad timing..."
Still, since he was already there, Peter went to see Aunt May and ask what exactly was going on with Kraft and the others.
Before Peter could say anything, however, Aunt May began scolding him.
"Next time you need help, just ask. If Kraft hadn't told me, I wouldn't even have known my own nephew had been evicted because he couldn't pay his rent."
Even when she was scolding him, Aunt May spoke gently.
The usually silver-tongued Spider-Man could only stand there, tongue-tied and looking foolish, when faced with Aunt May.
Seeing Peter like this, Aunt May shook her head helplessly.
"You're so much like Ben..."
Her voice was full of nostalgia.
"You need to learn to swallow that Parker pride and accept that you're only human, just like everyone else."
Now that she knew Peter was Spider-Man, Aunt May offered him this veiled advice.
Peter merely rubbed the back of his head, lowered it, and grinned sheepishly.
With a helpless sigh, Aunt May stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, she took out a few bills and handed them over. "Take this for now. Tell me if it isn't enough."
"No, Aunt May, I can't accept this," Peter hurriedly refused. "You've already found me a place to stay. I can't ask you for money too."
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