I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

She took out her phone and saw that it was Peter calling her.

"It seems you've missed more than one show."

"Whoosh!"

Shooting out spider silk, Gwen's figure swept across the skyscrapers of the city.

She didn't know where she wanted to go.

But the only thought in my mind was to leave this place.

She wanted to escape or flee from this place that caused her pain.

George Stacy's final gaze pierced her deeply.

Perhaps the best outcome would be for me to disappear.

Swinging across the city at top speed, Gwen quickly left the city and entered the outskirts.

At this moment, the gloomy sky began to rain.

When Gwen stopped, she found herself at the beach.

A tall tower stood before her.

The path leading to the tower is winding and crooked, with a row of sparse, crooked fences on both sides, behind which grow bushes with yellow flowers.

Seagulls chattered incessantly overhead, while the continuous dark clouds resembled a flock of black birds flying in from afar.

The tide rises and falls, the waves surge and surge, and the sea whispers in the distance.

Gwen removed her mask and let out a dejected sigh.

She stood there for a few minutes, then started walking forward.

After crossing the yellow warning strip, you pass a sign that reads "Under Construction." Next to the sign is a board explaining that a new signal light will be installed at the lighthouse, and the windows will be replaced with high-quality resin glass.

Walking on the path leading to the lighthouse felt like riding a roller coaster—even though there are no mountains here.

Gwen's mind was filled with countless chaotic thoughts, as if countless eels were constantly wriggling within her.

The sand beneath my feet was soft and fluffy.

She took a breath, kicked off her shoes, and felt a surge of heroic spirit—a willingness to knowingly venture into danger.

But in reality, she felt like a timid little girl, reluctantly walking toward her mother who was waiting for her with a belt.

Yes, I've always been a fragile girl, and perhaps I was never meant to be a so-called hero.

Gwen walked barefoot on the beach in the drizzling night.

She walked cautiously, step by step.

It was as if she wasn't walking towards the lighthouse, but rather the lighthouse was walking towards her.

You can't change anything, you're destined to be abandoned by everyone, a voice echoed in her mind, not someone else's, but her own.

Remember, you became Spider Woman not to change anything, but to witness something. That is your mission, your nature, and your inevitability.

That voice kept echoing in her mind.

At the end of the fence, the sandy path continued forward.

Gwen stopped in her tracks, staring in astonishment at Peter, who had suddenly appeared before her.

Peter's figure stood out prominently between the sky and the beach.

“Peter!”

Gwen didn't expect to see Peter here.

She immediately felt a pang of grievance, and barefoot on the sand, she ran quickly toward Peter.

With a "thump," she threw herself into Peter's arms.

Peter was slightly surprised when he saw Gwen throw herself into his arms.

Feeling Gwen's body trembling slightly, he put his arm around her shoulders.

At the entrance of the state mine tunnel, he used a gem wasp to spot a somewhat familiar figure, so he rushed over to investigate.

When I arrived at the Metropolitan Theatre, I learned that the Black Cats concert had been attacked.

Through the black cat, he learned everything that had happened between Gwen and his father.

“I messed up, Peter.”

Amid the sound of the ocean waves, Gwen said to Peter, "Perhaps my father and I can never go back to the way things were."

"The only thing I have left is you."

Gwen pulled away from Peter's embrace and said with some sadness, "You'll take me in, won't you?"

Peter paused for a moment when he heard Gwen use the word "take in".

"of course."

Peter tidied Gwen's messy hair. "If you want."

The sound of waves crashing in the distance drifted over, and Gwen whispered, "If it were possible, would you be willing to wander with me? I mean, elope with me."

Chapter 153 The Beginning of the Cohabitation Era

"elopement?!"

Peter fell silent.

It seems that tonight's events have been a big blow to Gwen.

"Where do you want to go, Gwen?"

"I don't know, China? My Chinese has improved a lot recently. Is it a place where we can live, or perhaps another parallel world?"

Gwen crossed her arms and looked down at the beach.

"If only I had a ticket to the multiverse."

As Peter listened to Gwen talk about the ticket to the multiverse, he suddenly thought of the time machine that Reed was building.

If he and Gwen really had a time machine, perhaps they could actually do it.

"Do you want to escape from here, Gwen?"

Peter asked Gwen.

"Yes, because I am very heavy."

Gwen looked at the lighthouse not far away and said to Peter, "I already had a lot on my shoulders, but now it's even heavier."

“My father wanted me to go back to a past that I’m not even sure I could ever recreate, because he wasn’t satisfied with the future I longed for.”

Feeling the raindrops' touch, Gwen continued dejectedly, "This means I'm powerless in the face of the present, and I'll only disappoint those who love me. This is terrible!"

Peter nodded. "So, in this situation, you imagine yourself escaping to another, faraway world and leaving your troubles behind."

"Yes, that's what I think."

Gwen felt that Peter understood her.

“We can run away together, like that news a few days ago, where an 18-year-old boy eloped with his 13-year-old girlfriend for two weeks, all the way to Florida.”

Gwen recounted the news she had seen, saying, "Although their escape wasn't exciting, they committed crimes along the way. First, they stole a neighbor's car parked in the garage; then they stole two pickup trucks, one of which contained a gun; they used other people's checks to pay for their travel expenses; they were suspected of burglary; and they damaged property to evade police pursuit."

Gwen felt that this was not a good way to put it, so she added, "We don't need to steal; I have money saved up to support us."

Peter thought Gwen's idea was good.

But now is not the time to implement it.

He pointed to the lighthouse not far away and said to Gwen, "That's a good idea, but do you want to go up to the lighthouse and see the sea now? That might cheer you up."

"lighthouse?"

Gwen wanted to say that the lighthouse was under repair.

When she looked up, she suddenly noticed that the lighthouse in the distance was lit.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Of course."

She glanced at her bare feet, and just as she was about to speak, she realized that Peter was already holding her shoes.

That's not bad either; at least there's someone I love who will never be disappointed in me.

Gwen thought to herself.

The next day, early in the morning.

Gwen woke up gasping for breath, dreaming again of herself trapped in seaweed, unable to escape.

She wanted to tear off the seaweed that was wrapped around her neck, arms, and chest.

But these things kept entangled with her.

It was like the suffocating feeling I had in my dream after the Frank incident.

When she woke up, she found Peter sitting by her bedside, looking at her.

Memories of yesterday flooded my mind.

Last night, she spent one of her most memorable nights at the lighthouse with Peter, watching the bioluminescent creatures of the ocean gather on the shore.

"You had a nightmare, Gwen?"

Peter used his mind watch last night to project glowing marine life, which cheered Gwen up quite a bit.

But judging from her furrowed brow in her sleep, she must have been having a nightmare.

"It was alright, not a bad dream."

Gwen looked around Peter's room and asked, "Where did you sleep last night?"

If I'm in Peter's bed, where is Peter sleeping?

"I'm on the sofa downstairs."

Peter said it to her casually.