Queens:
Peter stood at the door of his former home with mixed feelings in his heart.
He knew that exposing his identity would cause trouble, but the sight before him was still a little hard to accept.
He stood in the yard wearing an invisible suit and looked at the house quietly.
This place has obviously experienced a baptism of violence. The windows were smashed and the walls were covered with all kinds of glaring graffiti: "Spider's Web!", "Freak Show!", "Traitor!".
However, there are also traces of being repainted on the wall. The wall on the north side is covered with a fresh layer of paint, and the original words "--Terrorist" can still be vaguely seen. Peter speculates that some street gangs may have deliberately painted graffiti in order to show off, and someone has been silently cleaning up these traces.
Peter can probably guess who did it.
He turned his head and saw that the light in Mary Jane's room was still on. Peter smiled slightly, jumped up to the tree in her yard, sat on the branch, and looked at her quietly.
Mary·Jian was scratching her head at a math textbook. Peter Then she realized that she should be in her third year of high school now. Doing homework, worrying about exams, staying up late on school nights... This is the life she should have at this age, instead of facing crazy super villains, or being forced to hide her name and run away.
Seeing her biting the end of her pen, crossing out wrong answers on the scratch paper in annoyance, and finally throwing the pen away in frustration, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.
'Still the same.'
Mary Jane took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. The other party answered the call almost instantly.
"I hate homework," Mary Jane complained, and the other party's voice came from the receiver. She rolled her eyes, "That's because you always ask someone else to do it for you!... Okay, Liz... Are you free on Friday night? The newly released James·Bond movie, I want to go see it... Yes, of course I have to call Johnny... No, you clearly know that Harry and I are not in that kind of relationship. Okay, Liz... whatever you think."
Peter rolled his eyes in the tree. Harry and Mary·Jian? Come again? This girl really doesn't have a long memory.
Mary Jane walked to the window, opened the window and looked at the night sky. Her eyes happened to fall on the branch where Peter was sitting. Peter's heartbeat skipped a beat, for fear that she would find him. But soon he realized that due to the invisibility function of the suit, she saw nothing, and there was no strange expression on her face.
"Yeah... I miss him too, Liz." Mary·Jian sighed, "That fool... wait, what did Johnny say?!" She suddenly exclaimed, "He came back?! When did it happen?! A few months ago?! Why didn't he tell us?! To protect us?! What kind of bad excuse is this?! What else is time travel?!"
Peter slapped his forehead in pain. Johnny This guy really doesn't have a screw in his mouth.
Mary Jane rubbed her temples angrily. "Okay, let him do whatever he wants. Peter is always like this, worrying about this and that, only not caring about himself or the people around him. God, falling in love with that guy is so torture... No, Liz, I didn't mean that! Ah, can you stop saying that?!"
From a distance, Peter could see the blush on her face.
He smiled helplessly: 'She really hasn't changed at all.'
Peter looked at her quietly for a while. After watching her make an appointment with Liz, and after trying a few more times to do homework to no avail, she finally turned off the lights and went to bed. It wasn't until the lights in the room went out that Peter left quietly, heading to his last destination tonight.
Manhattan:
Harry·Osborn, now known as "Glider", was flying over New York on a hang glider. It was almost midnight, but he had not yet finished his daily three-hour patrol.
He flew through the night sky and flew towards Harlem. There has been some instability in this area recently, and there were rumors that a newly-rising gang boss was recruiting soldiers. Harry didn't know who the other party was, and couldn't even find out the other party's name.
However, just as he was flying over Apollo Theater, he saw a figure that he thought he would never see again in the city of New York.
Peter was standing on the roof of Apollo Theater, wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, smiling and waving to him. Harry spotted him almost instantly and immediately turned his hang glider to land.
Harry landed steadily on the roof and jumped off the glider. "Peter? Is it really you?"
Peter nodded. "Hey, Harry, long time no see."
Peter could feel Harry's body tense up momentarily, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but it quickly subsided. Harry sighed, took off his mask, revealing his complicated face, and stared at Peter: "Are you crazy? Why are you running back? Do you know how dangerous you are now? If S.H.I.E.L.D. knew--"
Peter hit the Snap, and the stealth mode of the suit was activated instantly, and he disappeared from Harry's sight out of thin air. Harry was stunned and looked around nervously, until Peter appeared on the spot again.
"Relax... I have a way to hide myself." Peter shrugged, "Anyway, I'm here to see you... I think I owe you an explanation."
"You do owe me, Liz and Mary·Jian an explanation!" Harry growled, "Since you know my identity, why didn't you tell me, Peter?! Why?!"
"Because I didn't trust you before." Peter answered bluntly.
These words made Harry's face turn pale, as if he had been greatly hurt.
Peter continued, "To be precise, I don't trust you until you prove that you can be the hero you want to be."
Harry blinked, a little confused. "Why? Why do you think so? I know I was a jerk before, but we used to be best friends, Peter."
"I know, Harry... but it's not you I'm guarding against, but 'Green Field Serum'."
Harry's pupils shrank suddenly. "How did you know about that?"
"Please, my good brother suddenly miraculously recovered from a coma and his physical fitness has greatly improved. Do you think I won't investigate?" Peter snorted, "Harry, don't you understand me yet? Do you feel any side effects now?"
Harry swallowed and shook his head. "No... my father limited my dose to 2 ml per day, which is less than a quarter of the dose required to fully exert the effect..."
"It seems like he's not too stupid, that's good." Peter nodded, "What about its addictive nature?"
"I... occasionally have cravings, but I can control them." Harry sighed and scratched his hair, "Peter... I know you may think I am just an addict looking for excitement... but since you left, I have really stood up. I don't care what you think of me, but I will never give up being Glider. You have no idea how many people I have helped--"
"--I know," Peter interrupted him and looked at him gently, "I'm proud of you, Harry. You've really grown up."
Harry's words were stuck in his throat. He looked at Peter in disbelief. "You... what did you say?"
"I know you have gone through a lot of difficulties, Harry. I am really relieved to see that you can come out of these setbacks and become stronger." Peter patted his shoulder, "You have won my respect... Although I don't like your father's acting style, at least, he helped you become 'Glider', which I am very grateful for."
The two looked at each other for a moment. Finally, Harry laughed helplessly, "Damn... I prepared a lot of excuses before, trying to prove to you that I have matured."
Peter smiled, "There will always be a chance to use it in the future... By the way, how is New York doing during my absence?"
Harry sighed, "It's okay... at least there are no particularly bizarre super villains. After you left, the crime rate did increase for a while, but Daredevil and I worked together to deal with it. Until the Shocker incident a few days ago, it was considered big news."
"What about school?"
Harry raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "When everyone found out that you were Spider-Man, there was an explosion in the school. Some guys even went to harass Mary·Jian and Liz, I want to inquire about the news. Fortunately, Flash and I blocked them back, and the remaining girls can handle it on their own... Speaking of which, after you left, that guy Flash completely collapsed."
Peter chuckled, "He must be scared."
"More than that. He seems to be a different person now, if you can believe it. He realizes how much of a jerk he used to be, and now he has become the kindest and most humble person in the school. He is willing to help anyone who asks him for help. The speech you gave about 'New Heroic Age' before you left had a great impact on him, Peter."
Peter smiled happily, "That's good... Speaking of heroes, have you seen the new girl who appeared recently?"
Harry sneered, "I've seen it. I watched her try to fly across two blocks and failed. If I hadn't flown over in time to catch her, her neck would have been broken. I gave her a good scolding and asked her to take off that damn uniform, but she refused."
Peter smiled in agreement, "It does sound like someone I know."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, now I finally understand how you felt when you were dealing with me... Do you need me to talk to her? I warned her not to use the Spider logo casually, but she said something very familiar."
"What?" Peter asked curiously.
"Her original words were: 'I can't just watch people get hurt. If I have the ability to help, I have the responsibility to stand up.' Where do you think she learned this sentence?" Harry looked at Peter with a face full of ridicule.
Peter couldn't help laughing, "Actually, I have dealt with her before."
"How did you make the deal?" Harry asked.
Peter explained, "Do you remember that time the Lizard?"
"A monster nearly two meters tall is hard to forget."
"She helped me track the Lizard, and even risked her life to save people... To be honest, she is a very kind girl."
"So, you know her?"
Peter nodded. "Yeah."
"Then you agree with her doing this?"
Peter sighed, "This is very complicated. If it was before I was regarded as a terrorist, of course I would have no problem... But now, the name 'Spider' carries too much undue weight. I have to make sure she is ready... Harry, I can't stay too long. Can you help me take care of her? Don't let her lose her life."
Harry was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Okay... there's really nothing I can do about you. I haven't even gone to college yet, and there's so much mess on my shoulders."
Peter smiled, "There is no way, people like us are destined to be unable to live comfortably, Harry."
The clothes on Peter began to change, transforming back into the classic black and white battle suit. "Be safe, Harry. If you need to find me, ask Daredevil, he knows how to contact me."
"Okay." Harry stretched out his hand, "Goodbye, Spider-Man."
Peter held his hand and smiled slightly, "Goodbye, Glider."
After saying that, Peter jumped up, Silk swayed in the New York night sky, and left quickly.
Peter bought a room in a motel with cash. Just as he was about to wash up and rest, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from deep in his brain. He groaned and covered his head in pain. At that moment, he felt that the whole world seemed to be having some kind of wonderful resonance with him. But this feeling came and went quickly, and it was fleeting.
Peter leaned against the head of the bed, rubbing his temples and breathing heavily.
What is going on? Such severe pain... Could it be that the power of Franklin·Richards has finally begun to awaken? Yes, this makes sense. The more powerful the power, the longer the fusion process.
Peter stayed up for half the night, trying to find out the changes in his body, but unfortunately, his superpowers did not change at all. He cursed lowly, and it seemed that he could only see the changes when the next headache came.
At this time, he was no longer sleepy, so he simply knocked on the core of his chest and said, "Sassy, what did you find out about Miles·Warren?"
"Professor Miles·Warren was born on April 21, 1972. He has an estranged son named Jake, and his wife died five years ago. Since then, he has been receiving treatment from a psychiatrist every week, and the diagnosis and treatment project is 'obsessive-compulsive disorder'. I hacked into the doctor's computer and found a diagnosis report about him."
A holographic projection appeared in front of Peter's eyes, and he began to browse the information on it quickly.
As he watched, Peter frowned tightly.
Since the death of his wife, Warren has received psychotherapy for five years. At first, he only showed depression, suicidal tendencies, and extreme guilt due to his son's accusations.
But then, he began to develop some kind of pathological obsession. He would choose specific "targets" - young, blond, blue-eyed women, and start stalking them. The psychiatrist warned him many times in his report to stop this behavior. Although he verbally agreed, the doctor did not believe him.
Peter The alarm instantly sounded in his mind.
This is definitely a huge hidden danger. Peter looked through other documents found by Sassy. It is undeniable that Warren is an out-and-out genius academically, but he is also an extremely mentally unstable lunatic.
Peter called up the photo of Warren's deceased wife - blonde hair, blue eyes.
This old guy really has a specific preference. This is definitely a big problem. Since the pain in his head couldn't go away for a while, Peter decided to find something to do.
"Sassy, send me the addresses of Miles·Warren." Peter said while pushing open the hotel door, "By the way, help me find a 24-hour fast food restaurant. I will definitely be hungry after work."
"The route has been planned."
A map of the urban area was presented in front of Peter, with two red dots that were quite close to each other marked on it.
Peter ducked into an alley, climbed up the fire escape to the roof, jumped quickly between buildings, and rushed towards Warren's residence.
He came to the Italy community of Manhattan. The buildings here were all quite old and had similar appearances, but Peter recognized Warren's home at a glance - the messy garden and the overflowing trash cans on the roadside were really conspicuous.
Peter landed silently on the outer wall of the house and activated the stealth mode of the suit. He looked in through the largest window facing the street. It was a bedroom. Professor Miles·Warren was curled up in the quilt and sleeping soundly.
The lock of the window is very simple. Peter thought about it, used his mind power to open the latch, carefully pushed open the window and slid in.
He walked softly to the bedside. Looking at Warren who turned over and was about to wake up, Peter stretched out his hand and released a weak bioelectricity through the suit, hitting the opponent accurately.
"Uh!" Warren groaned and immediately collapsed limply. Peter checked his medical records and found that he had no history of heart disease, so there was no need to worry about his life being in danger.
Peter turned around and began to search carefully in the room. He rummaged through the drawers, bedside tables, under the bed and wardrobe. If this guy really hid any ulterior secrets, he would never escape his eyes.
Just when he was about to search downstairs, he suddenly noticed something strange about the wardrobe. He pushed aside the hanging clothes and found that the wooden board behind the wardrobe was slightly convex. Peter reached out and knocked, and the wooden board made a hollow sound.
Peter smiled, put his hand on the wooden board, and pushed it back slightly. With a crisp click, the wooden board at the back slowly slid open, revealing the secret hidden inside.
It was a simple "shrine", and the object of worship was exactly Gwen Stacy·Stacy.
Her photo hangs in the center of the shrine, surrounded by a circle of fake roses. On the pedestal below, there are various photos and a few strands of golden hair. You don't need to guess who owns these hair.
Peter rummaged under the shrine and found a leather diary. He opened the latest page and read:
"I have been obsessed with her for many days. Today she wore my favorite blue dress. I tried to make a joke, thinking she wouldn't care, but she actually remembered it! She looked at me and smiled so sweetly! This proves that Gwen Stacy also has the same feelings for me. No matter what the quack said, Gwen Stacy is my soul mate!"
"I must make her completely mine. I will slowly isolate her from the other interns. Maybe I can give XX029 Project to him so that we can get along alone in the laboratory..."
This is no longer a simple perversion, this is simply a warning of a crime.
Peter closed the diary and was about to call the police, but his movements suddenly stopped. He looked at the shrine and then at the unconscious Warren on the bed, and a brilliant idea suddenly came to his mind.
This might be the perfect testing opportunity.