American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

After his car was emptied, he got out of the way, kissed Aunt May on the cheek, and waved her to drive to return the rented car.

He circled the building to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary.

The main thing is not to get yourself in the way, and then look inside the truck and they are halfway done.

He sent a text message to Gwen promising to go to the food truck and load the porter with burgers and soda as a token of thanks.

Does she want anything? On the way to a better dining car, he came across a familiar figure.

Felicia, she stood on the street corner.

Peter knew that it was a frequent haunt for pimps and prostitutes, and her figure was not only conspicuous, but also prominent

"Uh, Felicia, you know, that's not a good place."

He called her over, no, she doesn't work there, right?

He knew her dad had been gone for a while, and rumors had he run away.

But even she doesn't need to go fishing, does she?

When she saw him, she seemed to freeze.

"Parker?"

She shouted

"Uh, no, just waiting for someone, but yes."

It's strange to see you here?

Peter nodded towards the truck

"I live here, I'm close to work, and Gwen is moving in today."

This is just small talk, Felicia is an acquaintance, not a friend.

But he doesn't ignore her, she's just rude to him and by no means a bully.

"Gwen? You live with Gwen?"

Felicia asked in surprise.

She knew that Gwen offered to live with her and Mj, but did not say that she would share a room with Peter.

Does he live in a warehouse? She had to call Gwen later.

But it turns out that Peter lives there, and now she can try to get his help, but not today

"Well, yes, this place is good, you should find a time to come and see."

She snorted

"Of course you can, Parker, but, well, I guess my friend isn't coming, see you later."

He looked at her, and she seemed to check her surroundings before leaving.

It was so strange, he thought to himself, and then ate all kinds of burgers and condiments, enough for twelve people plus him and Gwen's to take away.

He reluctantly bought George a few spares, but he felt George would say something bastard and leave before eating.

He returned to the warehouse and put the food on the breakfast table.

"So, well, Dad will stay after they're gone.

But we, we installed a washer-dryer and my kitchen had a fridge-freezer.

So we can eat some suitable food. "

Gwen snuggled up to Peter, making them physically contact, ignoring her father's scowling glare.

He was busy directing the movements and didn't come over, and she enjoyed the contact.

"We have food."

Peter argued.

Gwen raised an eyebrow at him

"Real food, Pete, not in cans or food trucks, really... Correct... Target... Food... Thing. "

She spelled it out, then grinned and hummed her joke.

While the mover was resting, Gwen began emptying the boxes after they moved into the room, leaving his father to stare at Peter.

"I'm not happy, kid," he said

Peter said as he grabbed another burger.

The porters were almost finished, leaving a few cans and empty cartons on the table.

"I'm not happy that my daughter is moving to one,"

he said

He squeezed the voice out of his nose

"A juvenile delinquent, Jack Thompson reported that someone vandalized his car, and you don't know anything about it, right?"

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