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

The rain is getting heavier.

Gwen stood under an umbrella outside the coffee shop to take shelter from the rain.

Peter stood beside her.

"I'm sorry, Peter."

Gwen wiped away the traces of rain on her face and apologized to Peter in a depressed mood, "I don't know why dad would do this."

"Maybe it wasn't his intention."

Peter stood on the edge of the umbrella, watching the falling raindrops, and said to Gwen in a nonchalant tone: "You and I both know that Sheriff Stacy is not such a irritable and easily influenced by emotions. Not like normal Sheriff Stacey."

When Gwen heard what Peter said, she thought about it carefully and realized that something was really wrong with her father just now.

She didn't notice it when she was angry just now, but now she thought about it calmly and immediately realized that something was wrong.

He has a bad temper, has violent tendencies, does not distinguish between right and wrong, and points a gun at people at every turn. An ordinary father would not be like this at all.

"Yes, the behavior just now was not like his usual father at all, and it seemed that his body was a little abnormal."

Gwen recalled the details of the argument she had just had with her father.

"Maybe there's something in there that we don't know about."

She suddenly regretted talking to her father like that.

Now that he was soaked by the rain, Gwen calmed down and wanted to go back to see what happened to her father and why he seemed to be a different person.

"I have to go back and see Dad."

Gwen put on her hood and ran quickly back into the heavy rain, "I'll call you later."

Peter stood under the umbrella and watched Gwen's back gradually disappear.

Forest hills.

Peter sat at the desk in front of the window, studying the red business card in his hand.

The rain outside hasn't stopped, it's still pattering.

The information on the red business card belonged to Matt Murdoch, with his address and phone number.

Putting down his business card, Peter opened his laptop and entered "Matt Murdoch" in the search bar.

All information about the lawyer appears on the screen.

Sliding the mouse and looking at the lines of text, Peter fell into deep thought.

It seems that the Daredevil in this world is not a good person.

Daredevil, who has many gang involvements and often exonerates villains, does not have a good reputation in New York.

The world I live in is not the Marvel world I know.

Closing the notebook, he turned his chair so that his body faced the calendar on the wall.

But this should be normal.

Instead of being bitten by a spider, Gwen was bitten by a radioactive spider and became Spider-Man.

This kind of development must have long ago proved that this world is abnormal.

Standing up, he touched his chest gently, and his thoughts began to spread.

If he is not in the main world and does not become Spider-Man, it means that Uncle Ben may not be sacrificed to heaven.

So who will sacrifice heaven for Spider-Man?

Yourself or someone else?

Suddenly.

A name suddenly broke into his mind.

"Buzz~"

When he was lost in conjecture, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID said it was Gwen.

With a bad feeling in his heart, Peter pressed the connect button.

The moment the connection was connected, Gwen's crying voice came, "Peter, something happened to my dad!"

Sure enough, my bad premonition came true.

Peter stands outside the operating room at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

Gwen sobbed quietly.

Excessive sadness made her body tremble continuously.

"What did the doctor say? Gwen."

Peter asked Gwen after she calmed down a bit.

"The doctor said that Dad suffered from some kind of anaphylactic shock and is not out of danger yet."

There were tears on Gwen's face, "When I pushed the door open and entered the office, my father had already fallen to the ground and passed out. I didn't know what happened."

As she spoke, two lines of hot tears welled up on her face.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Peter was silent for a moment, looked up at the operating room, and then took out a stack of things wrapped in oil paper from his arms.

"There is fifty thousand US dollars here, please pay the fees first."

Gwen blankly took the money Peter handed to her.

"No!"

She reacted and subconsciously refused, "This is the money for your medical treatment."

Even though she was short of money now, she didn't want to spend Peter's money.

"My disease has almost been cured. If you don't believe it, I can find a doctor to prove it."

Stretching out his hand, Peter patted Gwen's blond hair, "You lent me money before, so you won't accept my money now, right?"

Gwen suddenly had the urge to hold Peter and cry.

Stopping the urge, Gwen wiped away her tears and nodded heavily.

"Thank you, I will give it to you as soon as possible."

"I'm going to ask the doctor. Wait for me here."

After speaking to Gwen, Peter turned and walked towards the doctor's office.

Even after becoming Spider-Man, Gwen is still a fragile girl.

Will the growth of a superhero really be accompanied by sacrifice and death?

Shaking his head, he shook this thought out of his mind.

Do you believe in this kind of fatalism? !

After a few minutes.

In Dr. Strange's office, Peter asked him about George Stacey's condition.

"In fact, Sheriff Stacey's condition was something we had seen similar to in another person."

Strange hesitated and said, "But I'm not sure."

Peter nodded slowly and asked, "It was the person who attacked you, right?"

"Yes, Dan Steele, he also suffered from this strange shock symptom."

Although Strange was curious about how Peter knew, he did not dwell on this issue.

He said to Peter, "Dan died in less than a day after falling into a coma. I am worried that Sheriff Stacy will also fall into the same situation."

"Aren't you the 'Hand of God'?"

Peter frowned and looked at him, "Doctor Strange, don't say you can't do anything."

"The time is too short. Even if I want to study this disease, it is impossible to solve it in just one day."

Strange put down the pen in his hand, "I am a doctor, not a magician."

"Aren't your hands regarded as miracle-working? In any case, Dr. Strange, don't give up easily."

As Peter spoke, he glanced out the door.

After coming out of Strange's office, Peter returned to the outside of the operating room and found no trace of Gwen.

Finally, he found Gwen on a chair not far away, hugging her knees and burying her head.

"I heard your conversation with the doctor, Peter."

Her voice was muffled, "My mother, Helen, was very good to me, and my father loved her very much. I always thought I was lucky in my life."

"Until I attended my first funeral in my life - my mother's funeral. Some children thought that death would always come to others, but not me. If there is any constant law, it is that death always favors Gwen Stacy."

She raised her tearful face, "Why did fate treat me like this?"