Let's restart, Spider-Man!

Before long, the little spider finally finished its job, leaping back into Charlotte's palm, its two fangs digging into her skin.

In an instant, red and blue magical energy flickered, the incomplete spider totem on the little spider's body quickly receded, while incomplete spider totem began to spread on Charlotte's chest.

"buzz"

The spider totem from Lizard Parker gradually extended to fill in the missing parts, and then quickly completed them.

Immediately, one spider totem after another appeared, a total of five spider totems overlapping each other, radiating brilliant light before completely receding in the next second.

Seeing this, Carter and the others present couldn't help but wonder what these totems were.

"This must be the source of Spider-Man's power. I'm so envious!" Coulson exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte glanced at the other person.

"If you're envious, I can give it to you."

Coulson's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"What do you think?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, raised her hand, and used her spider silk to capture the trophy on the stage in her palm.

"Hehe, great, I'm number one."

"No, that's mine!!" Jonah cried out helplessly.

"Shut up."

Agent Hill tore off a rag and stuffed it into Jonah's mouth, then jogged over to Charlotte.

"Mr. Spider-Man, are you done with your work? Can we take a picture together?" she asked expectantly.

Charlotte scratched her head. "Uh, of course you can. You've been waiting for me?"

"Yes, I won't bother you until you're done with your work."

"Wow, it's so unusual to suddenly have such a sensible fan."

Charlotte continued, "So I've decided to give you another autograph."

"Great, can we begin now?"

"can."

"Okay, look here, three, two, one, yay!"

"One more piece."

"Okay, but your face is too close to mine. No, why are you pouting?"

Not far away, Carter was taken a while to react when she saw that the usually serious Agent Hill had revealed such a crazy side.

"Coulson, do you have any idols?" she asked.

Coulson nodded. "Of course, it's you, Captain."

“Me?” Carter’s eyes were strange.

Coulson replied earnestly, "Yes."

Substitution doesn't count as substitution.

An hour later, a group of agents took away the mutated creature that was shouting and cursing, and the farce came to a temporary end.

The scene was a mess and deserted.

Soon, the green figure slowly climbed to the corner of the wall.

"It hurts so much, it's so painful. Where are the Spider-Men? Why aren't they here?"

Professor Kurt trembled, struggling to endure the excruciating pain as he searched for Spider-Man.

He knew there would be a lot of Spider-Men here tonight.

But when he got to the scene, he couldn't find anyone who could ease his pain.

"Ah!! Damn it, why did this happen!!"

Professor Kurt clutched his head and wailed.

-

Meanwhile, on the apartment rooftop.

Charlotte lay swaying slightly on the spider web, waiting for someone.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, the iron chain flew down to the low wall of the roof, and a dark figure swung down with it.

Charlotte inwardly scoffed at the way Scarlett Johansson landed.

“Spider-Man, we’ve finally met,” Felicia said, standing up with a smile.

Charlotte nodded. "I heard you wanted to see me. I contacted you, you know that."

Felicia nodded and came over to Charlotte's side, sitting on the spider web as if they were old friends.

“Your hammock is nice,” Felicia complimented, then began to examine the spider silk suspended in mid-air.

"Is someone pulling on the other end?" she asked.

Charlotte shook her head. "I don't know."

He shifted his position. "You stole Kingpin's things."

Upon hearing this, Felicia frowned.

"You want to help him get his things back?"

"That's it!"

Do you think you can do it?

"What kind of look is that? Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you. First, tell me why you came to me."

"I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Felicia leaped into the water tank like a black cat.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Continue."

Felicia smiled and said, "Help me with this, and I'll give you the things."

Charlotte nodded. "Perfect, deal."

"follow me."

"Ah."

"Hey~"

The next moment, spider silk and grappling hooks intertwined, and two figures swung between the tall buildings.

A short while later, they arrived at the secluded basement.

In the quiet corridor, the two passed by empty wards one after another.

"Is this a hospital?" Charlotte asked curiously.

Felicia explained, "This is an underground hospital that specifically caters to patients with sensitive identities."

"Oh, I see. It's an underground hospital, so the police won't be able to find it here."

"That's right, I've booked this whole place."

"You're really rich."

"so so."

As she spoke, Felicia stopped at the door of the ward at the end of the corridor.

Through the round glass of the door, the two could see an elderly man with a wrinkled face lying quietly on the hospital bed, his body covered with various life-saving needles.

"This is..." Charlotte felt that the person on the hospital bed looked somewhat familiar.

“He is my father, Walter Hardy.” A hint of sadness flashed in Felicia’s eyes.

"Your father?"

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. He had seen Walter not long ago; he was at most in his forties.

Walter, who was in the hospital room, looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old.

What could make a person age so quickly in such a short period of time?

“Yes, my father was exposed to something strange, and that’s how he ended up like this,” Felicia said.

Charlotte's eyes were strange. "Before this, I had no idea that you had a father who was dying."

Are you mocking me?

Felicia wasn't angry; she smiled as she looked at Walter in the hospital room.

“My father told me that I should do things that make me happy in this life, but with him like this, it’s hard for me to be myself. As long as he thinks I’m happy, that’s enough.”

After he finished speaking, Walter slightly opened his eyes in the ward, and Felicia smiled brightly upon seeing this.

Within seconds, Walter fell asleep again.

"He's dying."

Felicia turned to look directly at Charlotte, "Because of his aging, he has been struck by a host of terrible diseases, and he is on the verge of collapse."

"I've been to S.H.I.E.L.D., I know your secret: you're immortal, and I want your regenerative cells," she said directly.

“Sorry, that’s a rumor. I don’t have regenerative cells.” Charlotte refused without hesitation.

Felicia frowned. "At the imitation competition, I saw the strange totem on your chest. That must be the reason you gained immortality."

"You were spying on me after all."

Charlotte shrugged. "But I really don't have any regenerative cells."

Felicia simply didn't believe it. She said, "I'll give you Kingpin's things, and you give me a little of your blood, is that not even okay?"

"Of course you can, but you'll kill your father if you do that."