I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Raymond Xu promptly transferred a sum of money to Gwen Stacy's poor bank card as a reward for her action. But before the professor arrived in Los Angeles, Gwen swung the thread all the way to the nearby highway, and then took a large truck back to Los Angeles. On the way, she called herself to buy a ticket to fly back to New York.

She really didn't want to stay here for another second. All her memories here would eventually point to that extremely tragic day, to the scene that had reserved a place in her nightmare. Now Miss Spider urgently needs to return to the New York she knows best, which is her least safe - and safest - nest.

Before Raymond, who was busy wiping Tony Stark's butt and trying to attract people's attention in preparation for his rise to power, had time to send any messages of condolence, Gwen turned off her cell phone and stuffed it into her backpack and boarded the plane. The flight was smooth this time, and the pilot did not suffer from mania similar to the one last time. The worried Gwen finally got off the plane smoothly at John F. Kennedy International Airport, and then she went straight to her humble home.

As a result, the zombies on the street looked back one after another. In the past, Gwen Stacy, who used to look so handsome wearing a hood and carrying a pocket, seemed to be running away today. She wrapped her coat tightly, raised her long legs, and flew with the wind. She ran back to her home as if something deadly was chasing the blonde girl.

Then the blond girl closed the door hard, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breathing. After regaining her composure a little, she threw the backpack containing the battle uniform on the bed, slid slowly along the door, and finally sat on the floor, somewhat slumped.

The girl buried her head in her arms and let her golden hair hang down - the phone in her pocket began to vibrate with a "buzzing" sound. Gwen's eyes were confused, she took out her mobile phone in her pocket and saw the text message from Raymond:

"Are you okay? If you don't feel well, I can give you a day off until your body and mood feel better."

Seeing this text message, Gwen threw her phone on the bed with some irritation, and then the girl continued to hold her legs and buried her head - she didn't think about anything, she didn't want to think about anything, she just needed This moment of silence and respite.

That night, Gwen didn't even move to bed. She just hugged herself and fell asleep on the floor leaning against the door. It wasn't until the coldness of three or four o'clock in the night that the girl woke up from the recurring nightmare. Then she slowly stood up, dragging her numb legs.

Turning on the light, Gwen Stacy, who usually frowned and showed that she was worried, just looked at herself with her mouth wide open in surprise:

The girl's face was horribly pale, and her eyes were so confused that it was almost difficult to see her blue pupils clearly. The sweat on her forehead stuck her hanging blond hair in a mess, and her blond hair that should have been draped smoothly on her shoulders now looked greasy. , the back that was always straight in the past also seemed to be hunched.

"What...what's wrong with me?" Gwen looked back from everything. The past few days had been so crazy that after the girl slept and had messy dreams, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams. contact.

She now began to wonder whether what she was experiencing was just a wild dream, or whether it was real cruelty - she even felt that Raymond Xu and everything he had brought to her were unreal.

Then the girl turned her head and saw a corner of the combat uniform peeking out of the half-open schoolbag. She rushed over and pulled out the completely soiled combat uniform from the schoolbag, and saw the waistline of the combat uniform cut by shrapnel. After that, he reluctantly lifted up the hem of his T-shirt:

The wound has basically healed, leaving only a scar. According to usual experience, this scar will disappear by tomorrow morning.

These solid marks finally convinced Gwen that everything she remembered was not a dream, but reality.

Under the flickering incandescent light, the blond girl held a corner of her suit in her hand and stood blankly beside the small single bed, her eyelids drooped - she wanted to release her emotions, but for the spider For a heroine, crying was not a very decent way, so she finally held back her tears and just stood with her head hanging like that.

Mosquitoes and flies were dancing behind the girl, whirling around the incandescent lamp, so unhappy.

While Gwen was in a daze due to the "war trauma", Raymond Xu had just been freed from his troubled desk job - as the general counsel of Stark Industries who had just been appointed by Tony Stark. A long list of documents was signed regarding the dismissal of Obadiah Stane, freezing of his equity and prosecution of himself.

The "general counsel" Tony gave him was, in other words, the acting CEO - at least half the CEO, with the other half belonging to Pepper Potts.

If we want to use an analogy that Raymond is familiar with, he is now similar to Zhang Juzheng of the Wanli Dynasty, the chief minister of the empire, Shangzhu Guo, and Peper Botz is Feng Bao, the eunuch of the Chief of Ceremonies. Only when they reach an agreement can they Exercising the power to rule the entire "Stark Dynasty".

This can be regarded as a natural lesson for Tony Stark himself. He will no longer hand over all the power of the company to an outsider, which will eventually endanger himself. Of course, these are the tricks, Tony Stark Tucker himself may not be able to think clearly, this may just be his instinct.

After being freed from these mundane affairs, Professor Xu found time to do things other than send text messages - when he was signing, he thought of Gwen Stacy and the girl's eyes as deep as the ocean. I regretted my miscalculation more and more.

Standing in the yard of Stark Industries, facing three M1A2SEP main battle tanks, the professor first called the school's academic affairs department and told them that Gwen's business trip with him in California would be further extended. I may not be able to go back to school for days. Then he called Spider-Woman herself:

Gwen, who hadn't slept all night, went out dejectedly, walking through the crowd with her head lowered - even she didn't know where she was going. Just when she was just aimlessly passing by the prosperity that she protected but did not belong to her, the phone rang again:

Gwen answered the phone a little irritably, and before Raymond could say anything, she choked back: "You just ask me if I'm okay?" After that, she hung up the phone, then turned and walked into the street. A hairdressing studio.

Raymond, who was brutally beaten by his student, put down the phone helplessly - he was not angry with Gwen. According to the professor's limited understanding of women, the fact that Gwen could say this actually meant that the other party had no intention of Blaming herself for "war trauma" and "being involved in political struggles", all she needs now is someone to smooth over her bad mood.

Raymond walked back to the Stark Industries headquarters building, and after briefly explaining to the secretary that Stark had just assigned him, he booked a flight back to New York - except for Gwen, Tony Stark Tucker is also considering moving the headquarters of Stark Industries to the West Coast, and the professor will prepare to make a front stop this time when he returns.

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Gwen Stacy looked at the pink highlights on the lower edge of her blond hair a little critically. After a long while, the girl shrugged her shoulders to express her satisfaction, and then she handed the debit card to the clerk.

After walking out of the store, the sun in New York was rising to the middle of the day. She ran to a roadside stall and bought a hot dog. Then, in front of the dumbfounded shop owner, Spider-Woman showed off her superpower. After swallowing an extra-large hot dog without sausage, only lettuce and salad, Gwen put her pockets in and continued aimlessly. of walking.

After temporarily breaking away from the busyness of superheroes and the complexity of political struggles, Gwen Stacy only felt that the sun in New York was beautiful. The bustling crowds passed by and rushed to different destinations. They were just busy with their own lives and immersed in this busyness.

Gwen Stacy looked up from her own life and destiny. In addition to heavy responsibilities, she also gained lingering nightmares day and night and constant fear. She must plan all crimes, all conspiracies, all things that are not her own more rigorously than her own private affairs, because if she doesn't, the conspirators will destroy her personally.

Even as Spider-Man, her responsibilities don't need to be this complicated, right?

She just needs to go to school every day, save someone on the way, and then find a handsome senior who understands girls' thoughts at school - not a deep-minded and sophisticated young Asian professor - to have a vigorous love relationship, and go after school Participate in band activities, perform, and get the attention of more boys, and then go home and hang two thieves on a lamppost on the way.

This is the life Spider-Woman should live.

But what are you worrying about now? Kingpin's criminal group, Stark Industries' power conspiracy, Raymond's political ambitions, Washington, the US military... this should not be her domain. Spider-Woman is just a good neighbor of New Yorkers, not the New York City Police Department - at least the New York City Council has not yet legislated to pay her a salary, and several city councilors have even threatened to kill this hot "vigilante" Arrest and bring him to justice, "teach him a lesson" - the original words of the news are this.

For a moment, Gwen Stacy felt hesitant for herself.

After all, at the core, no matter how much she is a superhero, she is just a timid girl who can't even face her father. She can act cool and handsome on the outside, but she is still afraid on the inside.

She regarded that mask as her police badge, and she wanted to wear it diligently and honorably, but in the end she discovered that she was just Gwen Stacy, just an ordinary daughter of a police officer. Although the mask was lightweight , but it was too heavy, so heavy that when it hung on her face, she felt tired and raw.

But then, the professor's almost heart-wrenching question made Gwen Stacy sad and entangled:

"Really? Do you really think catching a few thieves and handing them over to the corrupt police will help?"

"But what should I do?"

The blond girl stood in the New York sunshine and in the shadow of the high-rise buildings, asking helplessly.