A teasing smile curled Antonia's lips. "Only you and the fat guy thought you were being mysterious."
"The moment fat Ned started shouting, I knew he was trying to cover for you so you could slip out. Boring."
"Uh..." Spider-Man said helplessly. "No wonder you always look down on me and say I'm childish. You should've told me as soon as you noticed."
"You made me think I was acting and talking strangely."
Happy, Apocalypse, and May exchanged smiles.
So that was why Peter had recently wanted to become mature and steady.
Happy and May did not know about Antonia's past, but Apocalypse did.
Back when Antonia had been in the Red Room, she had faced top agents, underworld tycoons, and police pursuits from countries all over the world.
Her absolute combat strength might not have matched Spider-Man's.
But the risks she had endured, the darkness of human nature she had seen, and the various methods at her disposal were beyond what high schooler Peter could imagine.
Although she had been controlled by her father, General Dreykov, he had merely stripped away her emotions; she had not lost her memories.
Coming back to attend high school now was like a shark entering a pond.
Fortunately, she had no interest in those childish high school students. Otherwise, she might have turned the entire school upside down.
Her willingness to come to Spider-Man's home for dinner showed that she at least did not dislike Spider-Man.
Of course, it might also have had something to do with loneliness.
No matter how cold Antonia's heart was, she was still human. After returning to normal, she still needed a few friends.
Ding-dong!
As they chatted, the doorbell suddenly rang.
May looked somewhat puzzled as she got up to answer it.
When she opened the door,