Peter As if struck by lightning, his whole body froze in place.
The Ancient One never lies, especially about this kind of thing.
He slowly looked back at Tandy. The girl's eyes were full of fear and despair. "Peter... will I die?"
Peter looked at the corpse on the ground, which was the bloody mark left by his blind intervention in fate. He would never let Tandy make the same mistake again.
He stepped forward and hugged Tandy tightly in his arms, letting her sob on his shoulder.
Then, Peter turned his head, stared at the Ancient One through the mask, and said word by word in an extremely cold voice, "If she makes any mistakes with you, I promise to personally dedicate all the Infinity Stoness on this earth to Thanos, and then move a chair and watch him blow the entire universe to rubbish! Do you understand?!"
The Ancient One's expression was extremely solemn. She knew that the boy in front of her was definitely not joking.
She nodded solemnly. "I understand."
Peter took a deep breath, loosened his arms, and looked into Tandy's eyes. "Tandy... you have to go with her. She can protect you and teach you to control your power... so that you won't follow in the footsteps of Tyrone."
Tandy's tears fell freely, but she looked at Peter's firm eyes and finally nodded sensibly. "Okay... If you think I should go, then I will go."
Seeing the girl's blind trust in him, Peter's heart hurt like a knife. If she knew that she was the real culprit who killed Tyrone...
A piercing siren sounded in the distance.
Peter turned to the Ancient One and said, "Take her away now. Handle the procedures with her uncle and don't let her disappear out of thin air and cause chaos."
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything." The Ancient One promised.
Tandy wiped away her tears and asked softly, "Can I... take one last look at you?"
Peter Take off your helmet.
Tandy said nothing. She stood on tiptoes, held Peter's cheeks with both hands, and pressed her warm lips to his.
After this brief kiss, she let go.
The next memory became chaotic. Peter only remembered watching the portal close, wearing a helmet and guarding beside Tyrone's body. Then Harry flew back and said that he found nothing strange.
After the police arrived, Peter was interrogated for more than an hour. Even in a place like New York, his explanation seemed too bizarre, but with Spider-Man's good public credibility, the police finally let him go.
It's late at night.
Peter swung Silk alone and came to the top of Empire State Building, curling up and overlooking this prosperous and indifferent city.
It was he who killed Tyrone. It was he who turned an innocent boy into a monster.
Then what is he...?
He pushed away Reed·Richards, pushed away Liz and Mary·Jian. Can he really be alone forever?
Peter raised his head and looked into the distance. No, he still had somewhere to go.
Half an hour later.
A sports car parked outside Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Peter quietly jumped onto the roof of the main building and landed in front of the familiar balcony door. He took off his helmet and put it away, and tapped the glass lightly.
The lights in the room are on.
The curtains were pulled open and the door pushed open.
Qin·Grey was wearing light purple pajamas, with red hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, and her figure was more slender and straight than in memory.
When she saw Peter, she showed a gentle smile, "You are late."
Peter glanced at the wall clock in the room, it happened to be ten o'clock in the evening.
He showed a tired and bitter smile and handed over a box of chocolates he bought on the way, "I'm sorry... can you forgive me?"
Qin's smile instantly faded and her brows furrowed slightly, "Peter... what happened?"
Peter closed his eyes. He tried to use his extremely superficial thinking to transmit everything that happened today into fragments.
Qin didn't speak. She reached out and took the chocolate and put it on the bedside table next to her. Then she took Peter's hand and led him to the bedside.
She stretched out her hand and pressed the big Spider logo on Peter's chest. With a slight press, the suit automatically untied and rolled up.
Qin threw the suit aside, pulled the quilt and tucked Peter into the bed. She lay down on her side, pressed Peter's head tightly against her chest, and gently stroked his back. "It's okay, Peter... it's okay."
Leaning into the warm embrace, Peter's voice was choked with sobs. "I... I'm not strong enough..."
"Maybe it's not enough, but you saved one person, which is already meaningful." Qin kissed his forehead gently, "Even if you only save one life, you can change a lot of things."
Peter smiled bitterly, "When did you become so philosophical?"
Qin chuckled and said, "If I want to stand by your side as an equal friend, I must learn to grow."
Peter sighed, "I'm not worthy... Smart people won't interfere with other people's destiny."
"What do you mean?"
Peter tried to explain, but some mysterious law blocked his speech again. He could only shake his head in frustration. "I'm sorry... I can't say it."
Qin looked at him gently. "It doesn't matter. I just want to ask you one thing - when you made the choice, was it to do good?"
"Yes."
"Then never doubt your decision." Qin stroked his hair, "If you have good intentions in your heart, it will never be wrong."
"But if I hadn't intervened... the outcome might have been better."
"Is it better? Or is it easier?"
"Better."
"How can you be sure?" Qin asked back, "If you were asked to make a choice again and face the situation again, would you sit back and do nothing?"
Peter was stunned.
Do nothing to help? Watch a homeless girl freeze to death on the street?
No... he can't do it. Even if he had to do it over again, he would still lend a helping hand. All he can do is work hard to save two people...
The heavy haze that was weighing on my chest was finally torn away.
Peter slowly raised his head and looked at Qin: "Qin... do you think that my appearance in your life... is a good thing?"
Qin didn't answer in words. She leaned down and kissed Peter's lips deeply.
There was no sadness in the goodbye in this kiss. Peter hugged her, and the sadness that had been accumulated for a day finally eased a little.
After a long time, Qin separated slightly, her eyes as bright as stars. "Yes, Little Tiger. When I thought I was a monster, you saved me. You made me believe that I could become a good person and have important meaning. You have always protected me, Peter."
She pressed her forehead tightly against Peter's and said softly, "Tonight... let me protect you. Happy Valentine's Day, Peter."
Peter looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes finally regained their former glory. "Happy Valentine's Day... Qin."
It's been two months since Valentine's Day.
Peter finally let go of Tandy Bowen's matter. During this period, he couldn't contact her at all. He heard that the Ancient One was conducting rigorous special training on her and was so busy that she didn't even have time to take a breath.