Batman Incident (13)

In the Stark Tower laboratory, Schiller said to Peter, "Peter, could you please deliver something to me later?"

"Okay, Doctor, no problem. Where do you want to take it?"

"First, we'll go to the Brooklyn Bridge, then Chinatown, Greenwich Village, Times Square, and the Statue of Liberty..."

"Wait, why go to so many places? This sounds like a tourist route. And what am I supposed to deliver? Why to these specific locations?"

"It's nothing much. It's basically a tour for you. You can follow this route, go around, and then come back. Or if there are any other attractions you'd like to see, you can go there too."

Peter was pushed out of the lab by Schiller, Peter was very puzzled. He said, "Hey, wait a minute, there's going to be a war tonight, why am I going on vacation during the day?"

"Don't ask anymore. This is related to a plan between Nick and me. We'll tell you when you get back."

Peter was full of doubts, but he really had nothing else to do. The battle on the Brooklyn Bridge had basically come to a complete halt by the afternoon. Both sides were resting and recuperating. The wounded had been sent away early in the morning. When the sun was at its strongest in the afternoon, there were hardly any vampires to be seen, and there were no enemies to deal with.

In the lab, Yinsen and Dr. Connors were already wrapping up the experiment; they had plenty of manpower and didn't need Peter's help.

Peter thought, well, there's no harm in going out for a stroll; maybe he'll even run into vampires harming humans.

So he went out, and of course, he went to check out the Brooklyn Bridge first.

The place was almost completely destroyed. Peter saw George helping to lift two wounded officers onto stretchers, so he used his Silk web to fly over and help Director George.

George glanced back at him, not surprised. Peter been involved in almost the entire first half of the battle, helping a lot and saving many people, so George was quite familiar with the red and blue bodysuit. He looked Spider-Man up and down and said, "It's you, Spider-Man. What brings you here at this hour?"

Peter saw that the wounded officer's chest was covered in deep red blood, and even after so long, the pungent smell of blood still made him feel uncomfortable.

"I can tell you're not very old, are you? Why are you doing such dangerous things at such a young age? Don't your parents care?"

"I..." Spider-Man shrugged and said, "I didn't let my uncle and aunt know. I just told them I was going to a classmate's house to play."

"If I were your uncle or aunt, I would definitely break your legs." Director George turned around, limping slightly. Peter saw this and asked, "Director, are you hurt?"

"I just twisted my ankle, but if I go home now, my wife and daughter will definitely make a scene." Director George looked up, as if looking directly into Spider-Man's eyes through his mask, and said, "You are still young. It's far from your turn to save this world. You should spend more time with your aunt and uncle."

"I..." Peter his head away and said, "If my aunt knew I had done something so dangerous, she would be devastated."

"But that's exactly what you want to do, isn't it?"

"Me too. Even though I know my daughter must be crying with worry right now, I have to do this." George glanced back at the two officers being loaded into the ambulance and said, "They are the same. They also have family and friends who are worried about them, but they still came here."

Peter glanced back at the two officers. One of them screamed as he was being lifted into the ambulance because his wound had been touched. Peter said, "That's why I came here. Otherwise, more people's loved ones would be heartbroken."

George glanced at him and said, "We're all working hard for our loved ones, even if it means we're the ones who get hurt and bleed, rather than them."

After saying that, he looked into the distance and saw bats hiding in the shadows beneath the broken walls of the bridge. George said, "These monsters will never understand how much power humans can unleash when they fight for the belief of protecting others."

After saying that, George left to prepare for the night's defenses. Peter a deep breath and said to himself, "I absolutely cannot let these monsters run rampant, I cannot let them hurt my family and my friends."

"Your emotions are always like a ball of white cotton, which I find amazing. I can hardly find any impurities in it," Venom said to himself. At this moment, Venom could clearly sense the changes in Peter's emotions.

"You are the exact opposite of someone I once met; you are like two sides of the same coin, black and white."

"I can't find any positive emotions in his emotions, but you are the complete opposite. You have very few negative emotions, and even if you do, they are mostly excessive sympathy, sadness and hesitation, which can hardly be considered negative emotions."

"No positive emotions? That's impossible. How could there be such a person in the world?" Peter questioned.

"Would you like to experience it?"

As soon as Venom finished speaking, Peter suddenly felt his consciousness become hazy, and then it was as if a black hole appeared in his head. A huge gravitational force dragged him into an endless Abyss. A huge terror engulfed him, and then in a short second, he saw an overwhelming black tide.

When Peter came to his senses, Peter found himself covered in a cold sweat. He asked Venom, "What was that?"

"A little gift left to me by the previous host, no... perhaps it should be called compensation for emotional distress."

"Who was your previous host? How could he have such terrifying emotions?"

"Him? He's a bat."

"A bat? You mean, he's a vampire? And you've even been a parasite on a vampire?"

"No, the vampires you're talking about may be able to turn into bats, but they will never be real bats."

"Why can't I understand what you're saying? Those giant bats they turned into, aren't they just bats? What other kinds of bats could there be?"

You don't want to know the answer.

Venom then fell silent, refusing to utter a word despite Peter's persistent questioning.

Well, Peter thought, they both like to play cryptic games, Schiller does, and so does this Symbiote.

Peter's mood was slightly down after his conversation with Director George. He lost interest in continuing to wander around and preferred to return to Stark Tower. Even if there was no war to fight, it would be good to contribute more to the research.

Just as he was about to set off to return, his Spider-Sense kicked in, and a sharp claw struck his back. Peter quickly dodged, then looked back and saw a vampire with glowing red eyes standing in the shadows of the building.

Peter somewhat surprised, as it was the height of the afternoon sun and most of the bats he had seen on his way here were hiding in the shadows of the collapsed Brooklyn Bridge wreckage.

But Peter quickly stuck a Silk to the wall and swung over. The vampire seemed to have lost its mind; instead of dodging, it charged at Peter even faster.

Of course, the result was obvious. Peter knocked him down with one punch, then froze him with the Cold Gun at his waist. Just as he was about to check if the vampire had lost his mind, he looked up and found more than a dozen vampires standing in the shadows of the alley across the street, all staring at him with glowing red eyes.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered, what's wrong with these bats? Have they gone mad? Why are they targeting him?

Before he could figure anything out, dozens of claw-like spells surrounded him. Peter rolled away to dodge, and as soon as he stood up, he saw these vampires launch a suicide attack on him. Ignoring the sunlight overhead, they transformed into bats and pounced on him.

Spider-Man cursed under his breath, swung his Silk to the rooftop, and prepared to retreat temporarily.

He had Cold Gun and brute strength, so he wasn't necessarily no match for the bats. However, the vampires' behavior was too strange. Most vampires were barely able to move during the day, but these vampires were like puppets, as if controlled by someone, launching suicide attacks on him one after another.

To Peter's surprise, it wasn't just the dozen or so vampires that caught up with him; there were many more high-ranking vampires, and many of them seemed to be of sound mind, even knowing to follow along the shadows of the building to avoid being exposed to the sunlight.

Peter ran while wondering why these vampires were targeting him. Was there something special about him?

It's worth noting that Captain America was also nearby, helping the police build fortifications. He was dressed in civilian clothes, not in Captain America's uniform, and his shield seemed to have been spray-painted to cover the prominent pattern, so few people recognized him as the famous Captain America.

"Don't you think your outfit is a bit too conspicuous?" Venom thought to Peter.

Peter looked down at his Spider-Man suit, which was custom-made for him by Stark, but also incorporated some of his own and Dr. Connors's technologies. It was red and blue in color, and thanks to the latest textile materials, it shimmered in the sunlight.

"Okay," Spider-Man thought to himself, "It does seem a bit too high-profile."

He glanced downstairs and saw that most of the residents had already evacuated. The police were all wearing blue uniforms, and the armed police and troops were all in dark clothes. He was the only one jumping around on the battlefield in a red and blue bodysuit.

"Would you like to change your clothes?" Venom asked.

"Change clothes? If I'm going to change, I'll have to go back to Mr. Stark's lab and ask him if he can recolor this suit or something..."

"Unnecessary."

As soon as Venom finished speaking, Peter saw a thin layer of black Slime cover his suit. Soon, the Slime seeped into the fibers of the suit, turning the entire Spider-Man suit black.

"Wait, how could you..." Peter very surprised. He said, "Mr. Stark told me that this new textile material must be made into clothes using special methods. How could you arbitrarily change its structure?"

"The method is nothing special; it's just about disassembling fibers, filling them with biomass, and then arranging them into a completely new chain-like structure..."

"How do you know everything?" Peter asked, quite puzzled. "Especially when it comes to mechs and suits, you're making me think I'm talking to Mr. Stark..."