Peter is sitting on the roof of a skyscraper wearing a classic red and blue tights.
Overlook.
I didn't think the scenery was that beautiful, maybe I'm used to it.
He pulled off his hood and showed a tired expression.
So tired, so tired...
"Can I still persist?" Peter asked himself.
Take class.
Part-time job.
vigilante.
Take classes - He is still a student, so of course he has to take classes.
He wants to get into a good university, find a good job after graduation, support Aunt May, and then have a wife and children.
Simple and unpretentious.
It is the opposite of the chuunibyou disease of those who have acquired superpowers.
Yes, even after gaining superpowers, Peter still hasn't changed his mind. Many people don't understand, like Mike: there is no need to worry about being exploited by the system. Isn't it enough to rob the rich and give to the poor?
I can only say that everyone has their own ideas and practices.
Part-time job - Although the boss treats him as a brick and puts it wherever needed, he pays a lot and keeps threatening to deduct his salary, but in fact he has never deducted his salary. Unlike other convenience store owners who often make excuses to deduct this and that, it is simply Grandet Possession.
The most important thing is that the boss often treats guests to dinner, sometimes cooking or hot pot, sometimes taking out, depending on the boss's mood. At first, Peter was a little uncomfortable - United States people are more used to AA, and sometimes lovers or even couples pay their own way.
"The boss is a good person." Peter naturally issued a good person card.
There were a few times when Peter was in a hurry and accidentally showed his super power. He used a spider Silk to stick to items that fell off the shelves, and then his boss saw him.
"Oops!" Peter thought to himself.
Many people extremely hate people with super powers.
"Sure enough..." Peter lamented in his heart, this job has become obsolete again. And... it's so sad to rush away.
Watching the boss run over angrily.
He yelled at him, "Asshole, what did you do to my product? The sticky spider webs are stuck on it. Customers think someone did something indescribable to the product. Clean it up!"
"Ah?!" Peter was stunned.
Clean up the cobwebs quickly.
While holding the spider Silk, Peter thought of some kind of white turbid and viscous liquid.
Want to cry but no tears.
How to use spider Silk "biubiubiu" in the future.
Especially when you spray it in other people's faces.
"Wait a minute, the boss knows this is a spider web? So not only the superpower's identity was exposed, but also the Spider-Man trumpet?"
Peter looked at the boss slumped on the sofa, laughing at the TV program.
"I'm overthinking it."
Facts have proved that he didn't think too much. As time went by, Peter discovered that the boss was no ordinary person. In other words, the boss had no intention of hiding it at all.
Moreover, Peter discovered that Skye had a dragon.
Dragon!
Oh my god... even though this dragon is small, cute, and looks very shy.
But that's a dragon too!
Peter likes the working environment here very much. No one will regard him as a spider freak.
Finally, there is the vigilante - becoming a vigilante is roughly due to two sentences: "Your father often said that when a person has the ability to help others, then he must do it" and "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
"W-what do you want to do..., help, help!!!"
Peter, who was tired as a dog and thinking wildly, heard the voice calling for help. He suddenly became energetic and grabbed the spider Silk and swung over to it.
Three gangsters forced a young girl into an alley. Originally they just wanted to grab some money, but the girl's pretty face gave them other evil thoughts.
The girl helplessly called for help, and at the same time prayed to God in her heart.
"Hey, you three, can you be respectful to ladies? Don't forget that the mother who gave birth to you is also a lady."
The voice of Peter is like.
Three spider webs fixed the three gangsters to the wall.
The three gangsters breathed out sweet fragrance, and then their mouths were sealed by spider webs.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" Peter asked, "I have called the police and the police will be here soon. I am your good neighbor, Spider-Man, don't be afraid."
"I know you, Spider-Man, thank you, thank you for saving me. Without you, I really don't know what would have happened... Thank you." The young girl was still frightened.
"You're welcome, okay, I should go. The police are coming. They don't like me a bit. You know, some people are allergic to masked tights." Peter turned around and said, "By the way, a young and beautiful lady like you had better not walk in such remote alleys at night."
"I got off work too late today, so I just wanted to take a shortcut. I won't do it again. Thank you. From now on, I will be your loyal fan." The girl waved excitedly.
She once heard some colleagues who felt good about themselves discussing Spider-Man. Some people liked it, while others thought Spider-Man was a criminal wearing a mask.
Criminal?
If someone answers your prayers when you are desperate and fearful, who cares whether he is Demon or a criminal?
"He is my hero." The girl's eyes were bright.
Peter looked at the time, "Damn it, it's too late, Aunt May will be home soon."
Aunt May works part-time at a dry cleaners at night, and will go to his room after get off work to take a look - of course he will knock on the door first.
Peter quickly went home swinging Silk.
"Peter, are you asleep?" Aunt May's voice.
"Not yet, but I'm ready to go to bed." Peter, who had not yet taken off his tights, quickly took off his hood and quickly got into bed.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course, yes, yes." Peter found that he forgot to close the window, so he quickly popped up the spider Silk and pulled it down.
The window just closed.
Aunt May pushed the door open and saw Peter who looked unnatural.
Smile slightly.
An adolescent boy was hiding in bed alone, looking unnatural...
"Oh, I'm sorry." Aunt May turned around and closed the door, saying outside the door, "Peter, it's a rare weekend, do you want to go shopping together in the supermarket tomorrow?"
Peter: "Aunt May, have you forgotten, I have a part-time job this weekend."
"Oh, okay then."
Peter scratched his head, feeling that Aunt May had misunderstood something.
The next day.
"Old Earl, morning!"
It was half past eight, Old Earl was opening the door, and Peter greeted him warmly.
"Peter, you are in good spirits." Old Earl is in good spirits as usual.
Peter helped Old Earl prepare for opening the door, then started sweeping the floor, cleaning the windows, and finally opened the mail.
There is an email sent to him by Skye, which lists the tasks he has to do today.
"Clean the public areas of Buildings 1 to 3, wash and dry the floor mats, check out tenants on 1-30 and 3-502, and tidy up the rooms." It's no different from usual, except that today is the weekend and the workload is more than usual.
"Come on!" More work means more working hours and more salary. As if seeing the green dollar bills, Peter feels refreshed.
The joy of working as a worker is that simple.
Suddenly, Peter saw Mike walking down from the second floor with a gloomy face.
This is what the boss does every time he is woken up.
When I wake up, the gas is like natural gas, and it will explode at a moment's notice.
At this time, Peter wisely stayed away to avoid harming Chiyu.