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

When she heard Peter say that Aunt May and Uncle Ben had agreed to let her stay at the Parker's house, she grabbed Peter's arm excitedly.

Upon hearing Aunt Mei's absolute certainty that the two had already had a physical relationship, she abruptly pulled her hand away, only to be bumped into.

"Do you care a lot about what Aunt May and Uncle Ben think, Gwen?"

Peter asked her.

"no!"

Gwen shook her head vigorously.

“I just think it’s too fast, well, I’m not actually against it.”

Gwen exhaled a breath of air. "Anyway, my life is already inseparable from you. It's not so bad for two spiders to spin a web together."

Peter glanced at Gwen and said, "Whether Uncle Ben and Aunt May agree or not, it won't affect my decision."

"You always have a way, and you always manage to fool me with what you say."

Gwen immediately felt much better.

Peter drove Uncle Ben's car toward Gwen's house.

As for why the two didn't transform into Spider-Man and swing across, it's because Gwen was planning to secretly bring some things out of the house.

It feels really strange that they're using Spider Delivery instead of a car for the move.

Gwen suddenly remembered their first meeting.

"Peter, do you remember the first time we met?"

"Can not remember."

Gwen remembered it quite clearly. "I remember it very clearly. I asked you if we had met before? Did we know each other?"

"You were greeting your friend, and when you heard what I said, your hand was still frozen in mid-air, but you quickly pulled it back, but the movement was unusually slow, as if your hand would break off if you moved even slightly faster."

Gwen thought the connections between people were truly amazing.

I can't believe I ended up with Peter!

Peter, driving the car, tried hard to recall, but found he couldn't remember anything at all.

He couldn't fully recall his past life's memories.

"All I remember about you is that you're a rock star, Gwen."

Gwen coughed; she had indeed acted like a punk girl at school.

"It's a pity I can't be a rock star now, but this is the life I chose."

Gwen took a bite of the white ice cream in her hand.

"Wow!"

In the room, Gwen took the items out of her bag one by one and laid them out on the bed.

Lip balm, hair tie, and a small MP3 player covered in scratches, as if it had been through a wood chipper.

Two vulgar romance novels (one with a blond, blue-eyed young man on the cover, and the other with a sexy man with a black goatee), and a complete guide to rock music appreciation.

A box of Clark brand winter green chewing gum, and a toy for pet mice that looks like a little squirrel eating a pine cone and makes a squeaking sound when squeezed.

Unfortunately, the pet mouse has already been given to Betty.

Looking around her room, Gwen wore a sad expression.

My father isn't home right now, so I was able to sneak in and take my things.

She took a deep breath, packed her clothes and other belongings, took one last look at her room, opened the window, and jumped out.

Peter waited a while and then saw Gwen come downstairs with her things.

"Would you like to see my weapon?"

Gwen waved the bag in her hand at Peter.

"what?"

"The Spider Woman's weapon."

Gwen showed Peter her collection.

A can of pepper spray, a butterfly knife, a web shooter, and a hand grenade—

"?!"

Peter was so startled that he almost swore.

Where did you get the grenade?

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"Okay, this was an unexpected find."

Gwen stated that she had collected these before she became Spider-Woman.

"Do you remember the time you grabbed me on the roof? I was being chased by that gang. Although you saved me then, I thought: Hey, Gwen, you can't always wait for someone to save you. If you encounter them again next time, maybe you can save yourself in a dangerous situation."

"You're using this to save yourself, Gwen? And how did you get it?"

Peter hadn't expected Gwen to have such a wild side.

Gwen said confidently, "My dad's the sheriff, I'll always find a way."

Peter fell silent.

You've become confident!

Thinking about Gwen during that time, carrying a grenade in her waistband while going to school, commuting, and even talking to him, he felt something was off.

Seeing the strange look Peter gave her, Gwen quickly explained, "I just hid it in the basement, but I haven't used it much."

"Hmm, I wouldn't be too surprised if you said you hid it on your person."

Peter said he didn't quite believe her.

Gwen was feeling down in the coffee shop.

Gwen felt she couldn't explain Peter's suspicion that she was the terrorist Spider Woman.

A waitress came over and brought the coffee the two had ordered.

“You’ll keep this a secret, won’t you, Peter?”

At this moment, Gwen regretted revealing her biggest secret.

If others find out, she'll be completely ruined.

"Uh-huh, of course."

Peter glanced at the grenade he had confiscated and nodded in agreement.

Of course I wouldn't tell anyone.

This is one of the few things he has "handle" about Gwen.

“FragWomen”.

(Grenade Heroine, also meaning "a woman with great destructive power who can easily affect her teammates")

Gwen had calmed down, but hearing Peter shout like that broke her down again.

night.

Peter sat at his desk, staring at the images sent by the gem wasps yesterday.

Gwen is now asleep, but he is still watching the video.

The woman who appeared at the cave entrance seemed familiar to him.

I saw this woman's photo when I was investigating the company that makes werewolf movies.

I vaguely remember her name being Fletcher, a high-ranking executive at a film company.

Why was she at the entrance of the mine tunnel?

Is this woman also involved?

Lost in thought, he looked out into the pitch-black night.

late at night.

When all is quiet.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dark shadow flash past him.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

The dark figure suddenly appeared again, then disappeared into a corner and darted into the bathroom, accompanied by a rustling sound.

Peter got out of bed in the dark as fast as he could, and a black exoskeleton instantly covered his arm.

At that moment, he silently unleashed the sharp claws on his hands.

With his feet on the carpet, Peter followed the dark figure.

At the bathroom door, he reached out and found the light switch on the wall.

Click!

The blinding light poured down instantly, illuminating the entire bathroom.

His gaze immediately turned serious.

There was a red, thin film balloon floating in the corner of the bathroom, bobbing up and down.

There's a picture of a cake on the balloon, and the flames of the candles on the cake form the words: Happy Birthday.

Today is not his birthday.

Whether it's my past self or as Peter Parker.

The balloon moved slowly, making a rustling sound, and finally floated to the center of the room.

Peter looked at himself in the mirror: his eyes were bruised and there was dried blood in his nostrils.