Billy raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and confusion, but the tight hostility gradually dissipated. "So... dad is not a bad person?"
"He is a good man, Billy, a very gentle man." Peter said firmly, "He just made a mistake. I'm not asking you to forgive him now, but you have to remember that he never meant to hurt anyone... He asked me to tell you that he is very sorry. That's why I came tonight."
Billy lowered his head and was silent for a long time, his eyes filled with tears again. He stretched out his little hand and tugged at the corner of Peter's clothes, his voice was crying, "You... can you stay with me for a while? Just for a moment... please."
"Of course."
Peter leaned against the head of the bed and let the little boy lean on his lap. Billy could no longer control his emotions, sobbed softly, and soon fell asleep due to lack of physical strength.
Peter sat quietly, looking at the moonlight outside the window. In fact, it was not only Billy who needed company tonight, he also did not want to be alone after experiencing a series of changes.
After confirming that Billy was completely asleep, Peter carefully placed his head back on the pillow, then pulled out a note and placed it on the bedside table.
It says in cursive letters: [It is easy to hate someone, but difficult to forgive someone. Your father will always love you, I promise.--Spider-Man.]
Pushing open the window, Peter quietly blended into the night of Queens.
Back in his neighborhood, just as he was about to sneak back to the bedroom from the roof, he suddenly heard a clear sound of breaking glass. He was alarmed, looked along the sound, and found that the light in Mary Jane's room next door was still on.
Peter Improve your hearing, and the noise in the house can be clearly heard in your ears instantly.
"Mark, take it! I told you I don't want it!"
"MJ! This is just for relaxing! Don't you have an important audition tomorrow? This thing can get you excited!"
"It would be fine if it was marijuana or beer, but this is cocaine! Are you crazy?!"
Peter frowned and gave an order in his mind, "Sassy, switch to disguise as casual clothes."
The Unstable Molecule Fabric on the suit quickly reorganized, and in an instant it turned into a set of ordinary casual clothes - jeans, a black hoodie and sneakers. He took off the Spider helmet and hid it on the roof, then jumped lightly over the treetops and landed on the tree trunk outside Mary Jane's window.
Inside the house, the quarrel continued.
"Mark, get out of here immediately!"
"MJ, don't be so awesome! Okay, why don't I put it away?" Mark threw a small plastic bag into the trash can, but the viciousness on his face could not be concealed, "You have no idea how stressed I am right now! The band, my dad, and schoolwork! I am so overwhelmed! I need this thing to relax!"
Mary·Jian sighed and tried to comfort him, "Mark... If you keep doing this, we really can't continue. I don't want to watch the person I love become an addict."
This sentence not only failed to ease the atmosphere, but instead angered Mark. He pushed Mary·Jian hard. "Fuck you! The person you love? I am the person you love? Who are you lying to!"
Mary·Jian was pushed so hard that she staggered. "What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean!" Mark shouted, "Every time you and Liz get together, one mouthful Peter·Parker!'Wow, Peter adopted a stray cat, he is so caring!' 'Oh my god, Peter rescued a litter of puppies, everyone go and hug his lap!' I feel like my ears are getting calloused!"
Mary Jane's eyes turned cold. "Take your words back."
"Why? So what if I don't accept it?"
"Then we'll break up."
Mark sneered, "Ha, you finally told the truth, right? You can't even make a few jokes about your precious Peter·Parker? What's so great about him? Ah? How can he be better than me?"
Mary Jane looked directly into his eyes without any hesitation. "He is better than you in every aspect. People like you will never understand, because you don't understand him at all."
"Okay... I can't compete with him, so I'll get out!"
Mark I slammed the door and rushed downstairs with his guitar in hand. Not long after, the roar of a sports car came from downstairs and disappeared around the corner of the street.
In the room, Mary Jane collapsed on the bed, covered her face and burst into tears.
Listening to the heartbroken cry of the girl next door, Peter sighed. He climbed up the window sill along the tree trunk and gently knocked on the window frame.
Mary·Jian was startled, raised her red eyes and looked over. "That...Peter?"
"I just came back from patrol and heard you crying." Peter opened the window and slipped in.
Mary Jane wiped away her tears in embarrassment. "You... you heard everything?"
"Well... I heard that you and Mark were quarreling." Peter sat down on the edge of the bed, "Do you want me to explain it to him for you? Tell him that we are just friends. Although I usually don't pay much attention to him, it's not because I hate him, I'm just too busy..."
"No need, Peter." Mary·Jian sniffed, "This is not your problem. Mark is too possessive. We already had conflicts, and he just used you as an excuse."
Peter patted her shoulder. "Sorry, MJ."
"There's nothing to be sorry for." Mary·Jian smiled bitterly, "At least I'm not stupid enough to spend time with a drug addict. But then again... my last boyfriend was Harry·Osborn, and now I meet Mark. My taste in men is really bad."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Don't say that, look at Harry now, isn't he much more sensible than before?"
"Yes... and this is your credit." Mary·Jian looked up at him, "Peter, how did you do it? Why can you always change the people around you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's not like you don't know what Liz was like before. Ever since we met Qin Grey, after going through a series of bad things, she has completely changed. Harry has changed from the rich second generation who only knew how to spend money to the sensible person she is now. Even Flash·Flash Thompson hasn't bullied others much recently."
Peter touched his nose. "That guy Flash might just admire Spider-Man more."
"But Spider-Man is you, isn't it?"
"Uh... forget it."
"So how on earth did you do it?"
Peter leaned against the wall and thought for a moment, "Actually, I don't know either. I just insist on doing what I think is right. If other people think it's worth it, they will naturally choose to come forward."
Mary·Jian was silent. There was an awkward silence in the room. She was obviously using chatting to distract herself from the pain of broken love.