Gwen was angry as he counted, which wasn't fair, but Peter showed no mercy.
Not only did she plan to go to college, but she also arranged internships at Oss.
On top of that, they started a basic fitness class together.
1000 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups, 1000 squats, and another 10 kilometers.
Peter said he had read it somewhere, but when Gwen browsed it online, he had a smirk on his face.
Gwen, you need to control your abilities and your symbiote.
You are its owner, not she controlling you
That's why she does physical training, and her webbing can be made into any chemical she knows.
But its tensile strength was so bad that it could barely withstand her weight.
And it's too elastic, more like rubber than rope.
She managed to weave an acidic web and was able to spray it so fine that the paint in her home cracked and peeled, much to Peter's annoyance.
Other nets were forbidden, and even if she could, there was no way they could test them without damaging the warehouse.
When they tried to fight, a problem also arose.
With each blow, she felt like her symbiote was dodging, letting her avoid rather than take the blow.
Even if she knew it wouldn't hurt her.
This is good, if she is trained, she can avoid blows normally.
But since she was a dancer and not a boxer, she often twitched and fell.
Not only that, but her symbiotic armor skin is no better than normal skin.
Gwen would scream in pain if cut or burned, unlike Peter's normal symbolic skin, or even like his thick plates.
"Of course, you bastard," he said
Gwen complained that they tested the limits of symbolic leather
"If my symbolic skin is alive, then, of course, if you cut me, it will hurt."
She was still fascinated to watch as the small wound healed almost instantly.
Of course, she still needs to make him feel guilty, guilt brings kisses, and kisses often lead to other things.
This time, Peter didn't listen to him. ...
He has shelved several projects and has not hunted all week.
Because now, anyone who discovers his and Gwen's secret can take Gwen without any problem.
She has the same abilities as him, so why can't she control them like he does?
In fact, she should be stronger than him, if his symbiote dies.
It should have no energy of its own and can only rely on his.
This is one of the many questions they still have about their own strength and the creatures that inhabit their bodies.
"Poison" would still speak to Gwen, while "Venom" never said anything to Peter.
Or even if it is said, it will disappear in his own thoughts.
All he could do was let her train and retrain, and every ability he possessed was innate, so her symbiosis with the practice should be just as capable.
Of course, her cursing and yelling of pain when she falls, throws something on herself, or simply misses what she was trying to achieve, sounds a little painful, but a little funny.
His superpowers have also suffered misfortunes, so it makes him feel a little better knowing that even someone as smart and capable as Gwen can sometimes fail.
"Hey Gwen, if you can finish the obstacle course by the weekend, I'll be the same as our final bet, do whatever you want."
Peter shouted at her, followed by a thump and she fell off the sidewalk above.
She scolded again, but he knew that the words should ignite in her the same fire of competition that she had lit in him, and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the results.
So far, she has shown, though she is more sensitive.
But she was stronger, faster, and more agile.
When they trained together, her physical enhancement was very noticeable.
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