I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

Weekend, early morning.

The Midtown High School bus drives to the New York Museum of Natural History.

Peter sat by the window of the school bus, supporting his chin with his right hand, watching the scenery passing by quickly outside the window.

If my memory is correct, today is the day Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man.

While visiting a radioactive science exhibit, he was bitten by a radioactive animal and went from school nerd to Spider-Man.

This is how Peter Parker became Spider-Man.

"Crack!"

While he was deep in thought, the car window glass was slapped and made a crisp sound.

A brightly colored butterfly flew onto the school bus glass.

The gorgeous wings of the butterfly fit tightly against the glass, revealing a strange and beautiful figure.

Peter put a hand on his chest and stared at the butterfly on the glass, frowning slightly.

Butterfly wings?

Doesn't look like a good omen.

Hope nothing unexpected happens today.

I also hope that the butterfly effect of traveling to this world will not cause major changes in the world line.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Gwen, who was sitting on the left side of Peter, also noticed the butterfly on the car window, came over and stared at the butterfly and said to Peter.

Her injuries have almost healed, so she can be discharged from the hospital and participate in school activities.

"It's a monarch butterfly."

Gwen said, putting her hand on the glass.

Her fingers were aligned with the orange wings of the butterfly, and the white spots on the wings shone in the sunlight.

"Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? ​​Peter."

Gwen stared at the monarch butterflies outside, then turned to Peter and asked.

Peter was slightly startled when he heard this, then nodded, "Yeah, I know."

Perhaps because she had been bored in the hospital for too long, Gwen talked a lot today.

"A Brazilian butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado in Texas, USA."

Gwen removed her finger from the glass and said, "As a kid, I always wondered, if butterflies knew how much damage they could cause, would they still fly?"

"I think."

Peter paused, "They still do."

"Why?"

Gwen blinked, wondering why Peter said that.

"You can't stop them from flying unless you want to tie their wings."

Gwen was a little surprised when she heard Peter say this.

She thought Peter would use scientific equations to discuss the butterfly effect with her.

"Okay, Peter, it sounds very reasonable. I would have the same idea as you. I even often imagine that I am a butterfly that can only fly when blown by the wind. But no one can say for sure. Maybe Maybe we are all butterflies."

"Wow!"

As soon as Gwen finished speaking, the monarch butterfly on the car window fluttered its wings and flew away.

Peter watched the butterfly fly away, shook his head slightly and said, "Maybe we are all just a speck of dust on its wings, insignificant."

Gwen: "."

She looked at Peter again and came to the conclusion: "You look a little different today, Peter."

"Is there any?"

"I can testify!"

Harry, who was sitting in the back row, came up, raised his hand and said, "Today Peter is like a poet, in the past he was a scientist."

Gwen looked at Harry and said dissatisfied: "Harry, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"No, this is not eavesdropping. Unless I cover my ears, I will definitely hear your conversation while sitting here."

Harry said plausibly: "Besides, we are friends, and I thought we were honest enough with each other."

"so."

Gwen looked at Harry with an evil look, "Is this why you invited Peter to your home but not me?"

She had already expressed her protest to Harry about the fact that Harry invited Peter's family to visit him while she could only lie down in the hospital.

Harry chuckled twice and immediately retracted his head.

"It is simply unimaginable how many people at Midtown High School were involved, but all the media chose to forget about this incident. Less than two weeks later, it seems that everyone has forgotten about this incident."

A voice sounded from inside the school bus.

Peter looked back and saw a blond girl talking on her mobile phone.

It looked like she was recording a video.

"She's Liz Allen, student body president."

Gwen explained as she saw Peter turn his attention to the other person.

"Hey Gwen, can I interview you?"

As soon as Gwen finished speaking, Liz came over with her mobile phone, "Gwen Stacey was the last person to appear at the scene on the day of the football game tragedy. She once fought with the spider monster. Hey, Gwen, to Say hello everyone."

"Forehead"

Gwen, who was a little confused, subconsciously raised her hand.

But soon she put her hand down and said to Liz: "What are you doing, Liz?"

"As you can see, I am making a video to reveal the truth. I have been thinking about planning this issue for a long time and it will definitely get a lot of likes."

Liz spoke very resolutely and shoved the phone in Gwen's face.

"So, Gwen, can you tell me what happened that night? What did you do?"

She asked Gwen so many questions at once that she became confused.

"I me."

Gwen was troubled and had a headache. She looked at Peter for help.

As a result, Peter lifted the book, covered his face, and pretended to read.

Seeing Peter's performance, Gwen was a little confused.

It turned out that Peter was also a black-bellied guy!

"Sorry, I don't remember it either."

There was no way, and Gwen could only use the excuse of not remembering as an excuse.

"But someone saw you fighting with that spider monster, and you smashed the nut ship on his head. How did you do it?"

Liz still asked unwillingly.

"I forgot."

"Such things can't be forgotten casually. Maybe you can share with us your mentality and thoughts at the time."

"Are you a reporter, Liz?"

Gwen finally couldn't stand the other party's pestering and asked impatiently.

"No, I'm a video blogger. I make a themed video every week, but maybe being a reporter is a good idea. I'll have to wait until college."

Liz shrugged her shoulders, and seeing that Gwen didn't want to say more, she quickly turned her attention to Peter next to her.

"Hey, Peter, you are Peter Parker, right?"

As she spoke, she put the horizontal phone in front of Peter.

"Peter, you were wrongly accused of killing Josh, what do you think?"

Peter: "."

He now felt that perhaps the most difficult superhero to deal with was not Iron Man or something like that, but the reporter in front of him.