"No. It's too dangerous. You are not allowed to go."
Facing Peter, who had already put on his Spider Suit, Aunt May flatly refused the moment she heard he wanted to venture into space.
She was a very conventional woman. She had never dreamed of being a superhero, and she even kept her distance from men like Iron Man. For a time, Iron Man had wanted to become Peter's "step-uncle," hovering around her every day.
But Aunt May's wishes were simple. She did not want to get rich, nor did she want any superpowers, especially when such things might have to be bought with casualties.
She only wanted Peter to be safe and sound.
Just imagining her child heading into the boundless sky, then vanishing into uncertainty for who knew how long, facing all manner of vicious alien creatures aboard a spaceship that had never even proven reliable...
She was worried sick.
"Aunt May, look at me." Peter spread his hands and scratched at his scalp in frustration. "I'm not a child anymore. I know how to take care of myself. A lot of my classmates have already gone into space with their families. Maybe school will even close tomorrow because there aren't enough teachers and students left."
"Then we'll talk about it tomorrow." Cutting Peter off, Aunt May turned around and hurried toward the door. She needed to get ready for her second job. "Go back to your room and do your homework. You're grounded tonight, Mr. Parker."
"I—"
Peter puffed out his cheeks, swallowing the rest of his words. But when he saw Aunt May's grim expression, he did not know what else to say.
At that moment, Jessica, who had been standing by with folded arms, stepped forward. She patted the boy on the shoulder, signaling him