Riri looked at the tombstone and whispered, "I can't just forget her."
Peter pointed at her chest. "She has always been here and will always be here."
He smiled, "Speaking of which, what about the name 'Ironheart'? Doesn't it sound cool?"
The corner of Riri's mouth finally curled up with a slight arc. "That's pretty cool... Thank you, Spider-Man."
"My name is Peter·Parker." Peter rubbed her hair, "When you want to chat with someone, call me anytime."
Peter walked towards Tony and Pepper in the distance. Pepper had a bright diamond ring on his finger. It seemed that Tony finally fulfilled his promise.
"Tony, help me." Peter got straight to the point.
"What are you busy with?"
"I'm designing a brand new suit that can solve the upgrade problem once and for all. But I need some special materials."
"What do you need?"
"A weapons dealer named Ulysses·Klaue," Peter recalled the name in his memory, "I know you have dealt with him before."
Tony frowned. "Klaue...Peter, you'd better not provoke him. That guy is a cruel and ruthless arms dealer and slave owner, he is a monster--"
"I just plan to rob him," Peter interrupted, "Just give me an approximate location. He should be at Africa."
Tony snorted, "Okay, I'll ask JARVIS to send you the found information."
"Thank you." Peter looked at Pepper, "Congratulations, Pepper, he is the luckiest guy in the world."
"He knows it himself." Pepper smiled sweetly, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
Peter looked at his watch. "No, tonight is Christmas Eve, and I haven't even bought all the Christmas gifts yet."
After sending Peter away, Riri slowly walked towards Tony and Pepper.
A few hours later, Queens, Parker came home.
Peter put away the dishes for dinner and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, everyone, I'm going to go to bed first."
Richard sat next to the sofa and asked with a smile, "What's the matter Peter? You can't do it at such a young age?"
"Fuck you," Peter laughed and scolded, "I worked overtime at Baxter Foundation and rushed to buy the last batch of Christmas gifts. I'm almost exhausted. Besides, if you don't go to bed early, Santa Claus won't come tonight."
"Good night, Peter!" Aunt May shouted, "Have a good rest!"
"Good night, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, dad!"
Back in the room, Peter collapsed on the bed. I have been so busy these past few days that I almost forgot that tonight is Christmas Eve.
He counted the gifts given out:
I prepared customized smart watches for MJ and Liz, which integrates an emergency button that is directly connected to Sassy. I also sealed 50 yuan in cash for MJ to cash in the last bet.
I prepared a whole year's worth of microwave popcorn for Johnny; I bought a yoga tutorial and a copy of the "Indian Albizia Sutra" for Reed - after all, he is the man with the most flexible body in the world. It would be a pity not to read this.
I bought a psychological self-healing guide for Thing; I gave Susan a romance novel about a domineering president who fell in love with me, along with a copy of "The Black Hole" signed by Stephen Hawking.
Gifts for X-Men were also sent out: Rogue is a pair of high-end latex gloves and a small leather whip; Scott is a pair of customized sunglasses that will never slip off; Evan is a new skateboard; Logan is a set of razors; Ororo is a gardening encyclopedia; Professor X's is a book of "Human Ethics"... and an afro wig.
There were two gifts for Qin: a set of red underwear with a card with his birthday written on it; and a spiritual totem that Strange had given him, which could help the user concentrate on their mental strength. He also told Qin how to use it, hoping that she could use it.
I sent a box of top-quality beard care oil to Fury; I sent a close combat tutorial to Bruce; I sent a pair of sterling silver bracelets to Natasha; I sent a USB flash drive full of classic old movies to Steve; I sent a parenting guide to Tony; as for Hawkeye Clint, Peter sent him a book "On the Absurdity of Bows and Arrows in Modern Warfare".
Finally, I bought a pair of gold earrings for Aunt May, a high-end suit jacket for Uncle Ben, and an expensive watch with a help positioning function for my father Richard.
Peter put on the Spider suit, jumped out of the window, and flew across the night sky towards the bridge connecting Manhattan and Queens.
He adjusted Silk-Shooter to the maximum viscosity and began to get busy among the steel cables of the magnificent bridge.
The next morning, Christmas Day.
Peter woke up from his sleep and picked up his phone. Twitter's screen was completely filled with a photo.
It was a photo taken in the morning light. The golden sunshine shone on the sea, and a row of huge English letters were drawn out above the bridge with thick Silk:
Merry Christmas, Xiaomao. Love you S.
Netizens were wildly discussing which lucky girl got the exclusive romance.
Peter put down his phone with a smile. He put on his battle uniform, took the last red gift box wrapped with spider webs on his back, and jumped out of the window again.
He came to a large general hospital in Queens, and after letting Sassy decipher the system, he easily entered a high-end single ward.
The electrocardiograph made a regular and dull ticking sound. On the hospital bed, a young man with a thin face lay quietly, with a thick bandage on his head and various life-sustaining tubes inserted into his body.
"Hey, Harry."
Peter walked to the hospital bed and sat down, placing the red gift box on his bedside table.
The doctor said that Harry might not be able to wake up for a long time, and Norman·Osborn was going crazy because of this.
Peter stretched out his hand and gently straightened the messy hair in front of Harry's forehead. He looked at the sleeping face of his former friend and sighed softly.
"Merry Christmas, get well soon, you know?"