PFC Chapter 2607 Mayfly World (7)
Chapter 2607 Mayfly World (7)
Chapter 2607 Mayfly World (VII)
Schiller turned into a cloud of mist, and Venom was instantly armed, and the two ran through the streets of Brooklyn, but when they saw the familiar figure, he was the only one on the street.
Schiller landed, and Eddie also hit the ground hard. Peter turned around and saw them and said, "Oh, you are here."
"What's going on?" Schiller asked.
This is actually very wrong, Schiller thought. There are very few people on Earth who can beat Peter, and even fewer who can outrun Barry. If that's the case, shouldn't Peter knock him down first when they encounter the enemy, and then Barry pulls them back together? Why did Barry come back alone to call them?
"I met an invisible guy." Peter said, "I can't see him, but he can attack me. It's a bit too weird, so I asked you to see what's going on."
Eddie frowned slightly, but Schiller walked to Peter's side, looked him around and asked, "Are you wearing the goggles of your combat suit? Thermal imaging is useless?"
Peter shook his head and said, "I can't see him with any visual method I know of."
"Have you tried spirit vision?"
Peter was stunned and said, "No, I didn't remember that I can do magic."
This Peter in Schiller's universe can perform magic. To be more precise, he has energy in his body, which is the result of stealing electricity in the past. Although he has never learned to cast magic, he can also open up the spiritual vision.
"Give me your goggles," Schiller said, extending his hand.
Peter took out his mask and handed it to Schiller. This was originally the technology of the Stark Group. Later, Peter added some functions himself. Although it looks like just a thin superhero mask on the surface, it is actually a full-range multi-functional monitoring and analysis instrument.
After Schiller took the mask, he channeled a little magic energy into it and let it attach to the eyes. This allowed Peter to have spiritual vision and observe the flow of magic energy.
"He ran away." Barry said, "I can't see him either. There's no trace of him in the Speed Force. I just searched the entire city and didn't see any trace of him."
"It's no accident that he targeted you." Schiller speculated: "If that's the case, he will definitely come after you again. Have you fought with him?"
"No, I was the one who got beaten just now, but I also showed my ability to run faster and jump higher. Will this alert him?"
"No, a smart person wouldn't choose to do it here. And if he's a fool, he'll never guess that you're Spider-Man. Let's go back first and take a walk again at night."
Schiller and his companions walked back with the barbecue and beer they had bought. When they turned the corner, Schiller saw the name of the road sign. It said Witte Street, which was the street where gangsters were active that he had seen in the newspaper earlier.
"A gangster who can become invisible?" Schiller said to himself.
In fact, he was searching for possible names in his mind. With such unique attributes, he should not be an unknown person. As long as he had appeared in the comics, Schiller would be able to find his information in his memory.
Before they finished flipping through the pages, they had already returned to the newspaper office. It was getting dark, and Eddie pulled down the shutters, turned on the lights in the house, put the fragrant barbecue skewers on the table and the beer on the edge of the coffee table, then went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of orange juice for Barry.
The cups clinked together, and the splashing water sparkled brightly under the light. A football game was playing on the TV next to them, and several people began to feast on their food.
American barbecue is more like grilling than roasting. Except for some skewers of bell peppers, there is no room for vegetables here. Each skewer is filled with fist-sized pieces of meat, which are rich in juice and milk flavor.
In addition, there are roasted chickens skewered on two iron wires, and a bunch of roasted chicken wings and roasted chicken legs. They are roasted to perfection, with golden and crispy skin oozing with clear oil, and coated with a layer of the store’s secret chili sauce.
The specialty of this restaurant is the black pepper grilled beef ribs. The bones of the beef ribs are punched with holes and densely threaded onto the skewer in a flat shape, making the skewer look like a mallet from a distance.
Peter took a big bite and found it incredibly tender at first, followed by a rich meaty aroma, and finally a spicy black pepper aroma that was so spicy that it made people's noses bubble. At this time, paired with a sip of refreshing home-brewed beer, the combination of golden wind and jade dew was better than anything else in the world.
"You look a little angry." Eddie said with a smile: "It's really not nice to get beaten up unilaterally, right?"
"I'm not angry because I didn't beat him, but because I didn't remember that I could use magic." Peter's voice was muffled. He bit the skewer as if to vent his anger and said, "Other Spider-Men seem to be very good at fighting. They are very smart when fighting, but I'm always a little worse. I don't have any talent for fighting."
"This is not a question of talent. Don't you think about how much time other Spider-Men spent fighting on the streets before they came here, and how much time you spent as well?" Schiller consoled him, "You haven't had many fights since you were a child. How could you have a combat instinct that surpasses that of ordinary people?"
Peter nodded and said, "When I was training with Batman before, I found that I don't like to improvise. I prefer things that are regular and logical. I deduce the next step from one step. This is how the world works."
“Like a spider weaving its web.”
Peter's eyes lit up, and he looked at Schiller and said, "Do you think so? Doctor, even if I can't fight, I can call Spider-Man, right?"
"Of course you can. If you say now that you are not Spider-Man, it will cause a sensation." Schiller said: "This has nothing to do with the great power you get after being bitten by a spider, nor does it have anything to do with your identical outfit to other Spider-Mans. You have earned such a name for yourself with practical actions, so he deserves it."
"I'm planning on getting married to Gwen." Peter suddenly changed the subject.
Schiller keenly grasped the relationship between the two topics, asking: "Has being Spider-Man influenced the course of your personal life? Or vice versa?"
"You can't hide anything from me, doctor." Peter smiled bitterly and said, "If we get married, we must have a stable family life. A responsible husband cannot run out in the middle of the night and do this every day."
"George doesn't want his daughter's husband to be Spider-Man, because we have to get married and have children and raise them together. Spider-Man's career is too unstable and too dangerous for the family."
"Although I think this is no different from a profession like firefighters, I know that I can't force others to form a family with firefighters or let relatives form a family with firefighters. Firefighters at least get pensions when they die, but Spider-Man doesn't. There are precedents."
Schiller then remembered that Peter was the third generation Spider-Man. Although the first two generations were actually himself, from the public's perspective, the endings of the first two generations were not very good. No wonder George still can't let go of this knot.
"When do you and Gwen plan to have kids? In a few years?"
"It's too early to think about this now." Peter muttered, "I don't think we are ready."
"I think you should understand the significance of childbirth to women. George believes that if you die as Spider-Man one day, then what Gwen has paid and gained in the process of childbirth will not only not be good news for the family, but will also become a burden for her for the rest of her life. I think this is what he wants to express."
Peter thought for a moment and said, "I've seen a lot of single mothers. Their lives are so difficult, just like hell. I don't want Gwen to live like that."
"Then there is another way besides not being Spider-Man, which is that you can postpone having children," Schiller said.
"But eventually we will still want to have a child. By that time, I still may not be able to give up my superhero career, but the risk of Gwen giving birth will increase, and I can't do that."
Peter lowered his eyes, the gentle look on his face was like the wind blowing in through the window in spring, traces of time could already be seen between his brows and the corners of his eyes, the youthful spirit that was always sharp in him was brewing the glass of fine wine that a mature man would condense after having seen many things.
"It's my dream to be a superhero, and no one should have to pay the price or take the extra risk for it except me, and I don't want Gwen or George to do it for me."
"Gwen is willing to support you in pursuing your dreams."
"That's because she loves me, but a person's love is a gift, not capital. It should be carefully cherished and stored, not spent like money to buy something for yourself. This is a very selfish act. People who do this don't deserve love."
Schiller sighed. He originally wanted to talk to Peter and help him resolve his worries, but now he wanted to say how could he talk? He simply couldn't talk.
"You have raised the average level of mental health of the entire world. Come on, come on, this position of psychiatrist is for you to take."
"I've never really been sure if I was incapable of standing up and protecting law and order like other Spider-Men, because I always wondered why they could but I couldn't."
"But now it seems that this may be the case. From the beginning, I did not choose to take this path. I have not received sufficient education in this direction, nor have I received sufficient practice and achieved any results. Naturally, it is difficult for me to be at ease."
"It's just that the spider mutation gave me such powerful strength that I could have done all these things, but I didn't do it. If this power was given to someone else, I could also become a scientist, but that person can use the power to help others like Spider-Man. Isn't it better for the world?"
"Then you can give it to me. I like Spider-Man's power the most!" Venom came over with his mouth wide open and said, "Just let me eat one-third of your brain..."
Eddie pushed the venom back.
"Venom's appearance broke the heavy atmosphere." Peter said unhappily, "You just like Spider-Man! More than one Spider-Man has complained in the group that you harassed them! How could you do this?"
"What do you mean by harassment?! I just bumped into them when they were swinging around!!"
"I mean, your current host is Eddie. If you do this, Eddie will be very sad. Don't alien lifeforms understand what loyalty and fidelity are? You playboy!"
"I..." Venom choked and muttered softly, "I don't want to leave Eddie, but Spider-Man's brain smells really good..."
"I can testify," Gray Mist said, "It smells much better than the barbecue in your hands. I smell the same aroma. My God, there are thousands of big, fragrant steaks dangling in the sky above New York!"
Schiller had just grasped some key points from Peter's words when he was interrupted by their interruption. Now his mind was full of images of steaks dangling over New York.
Schiller cleared his throat, pulled himself back to his senses, looked at Peter and said, "So what do you want to do?"
"I'm wondering if I can give the Spider-Man ability to someone else." Peter said, "With great power comes great responsibility, but now I have this ability but I can't make the most of it. Scientific research and family life take up too much of my time, so I can't take on the responsibility of Spider-Man. Maybe it would be better to change someone else?"
"So you don't want to be a superhero anymore?"
"I don't care if I'm a hero or not, I only care if there's one more hero in the world."