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

Damn it, I actually crashed into a sign!

Frustrated, he tried to stand up, but suddenly he heard their footsteps and even their panting.

Suddenly, they stopped walking.

A few seconds later, there was a sudden movement in the darkness.

Footsteps, running footsteps, rushed straight at him.

Tony Stark quickly stood up and ran forward, with the pursuer giving chase.

As he ran, he felt breath on the back of his neck, and a pair of hands seemed to be reaching out from behind, teeth about to bite the flesh on his shoulder.

No, that's not human breathing at all!

Tony, whose pupils had contracted, abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Then, he turned around cautiously!

A black alien was standing behind him, its pointed, spindle-shaped head reaching out towards him.

The creature, exuding an aura of death and destruction, had drool dripping from its mouth and seemed poised to swallow his head at any moment.

Tony swallowed hard, feeling his luck had absolutely terrible.

He had seen how powerful this thing was.

Even a creature like a werewolf is no match for it.

"Hey, hello."

Although he didn't know if the other person could understand him, Tony still tried to communicate with them.

"You don't mind if I leave, do you? Actually, I'm an animal lover, and I've donated quite a bit to animal welfare organizations in New York City, so..."

"Roar!"

Before Tony could finish speaking, the "Queen" roared.

Startled, Tony immediately raised his hands.

OK! I surrender!

The restless "Queen" was about to bite Tony.

But it seemed to receive some instruction soon, and its emotions immediately stabilized.

The murderous intent in his eyes seemed to have diminished considerably.

Tony had just exhaled when he heard a voice behind him.

“You look a bit disheveled, Mr. Stark.”

Hearing that familiar voice, Tony Stark turned around.

Sure enough, the guy who had stood him up and was still bothered by him was standing right in front of him.

Spider-Man?!

"You seem a little surprised to see me here."

Peter slowly walked towards him, and the "Queen" quickly walked to Peter's side and stood quietly beside him.

"Yes, besides being surprised, I also felt a little itchy. Do you know why?"

Before Peter could answer, he continued, “Because the bump on my forehead hurt terribly, and the cut on my cheek from the gun barrel was also itchy and painful, like a hungry caterpillar gnawing on a tempting big apple, of course, the apple being my face.”

Although he is in a bad situation, he still has the inclination to make witty remarks.

"Um... cough cough"

He pointed to the "Queen" next to Peter and asked Peter, "Is that your henchman? You don't mind me using the word 'henchman,' do you?"

"will not."

Peter replied, noticing Tony Stark's uncomfortable expression.

Yes, Tony Stark is very uncomfortable right now.

It seems this guy saved me again?

Of course, this is on the premise that he won't send his "lackeys" to bite him.

Although I wanted to say something to criticize the guy who stood me up, I felt it wasn't appropriate.

Caught in this contradiction, he felt he was about to lose his temper and make a few sarcastic remarks to the other party.

Something was eager to be released from his body, like the urge to pop a red, immature pimple and watch it spurt out pus—an urge that was hard to resist.

"Did you see those two gunmen from earlier? Don't tell me your henchmen ate them?"

Resisting the urge to pop his pimples, Tony Stark asked Peter.

"You can go and see for yourself."

Peter said he could go outside and take a look.

Thank you for your suggestion.

Tony naturally wouldn't look at it. He shrugged. "Anyway, man, you've helped me again. We're even this time."

"What's even?"

Peter couldn't understand why this guy's thought process was so peculiar.

“You stood me up last time, but you helped me this time, so we’re even. I mean, we’re old acquaintances now. If you ever run into any trouble, you can come to me directly.”

Tony felt that his temper had really improved a lot.

I was surprised that I could speak to the other person so calmly.

"That's good."

Peter pretended to think for a moment, "I heard that a human history site has been discovered at the copper mine of Warren Mining Company, and you are planning to form an expedition team."

Tony's expression became somewhat unnatural upon hearing Peter's words.

At the last press conference, I think I said that the expedition team would exclude Spider-Man.

Yes, are you interested?

He glanced at the alien next to Peter.

“I have to explain, man, what I said at the last press conference doesn’t really count. You know, journalists are always good at creating conflict.”

Tony pretended to be very sincere and said to Peter, "If you want to join us, you're very welcome."

“No, actually, I wanted to recommend someone to you, Mr. Stark.”

Peter reached out and stroked the "Queen's" head, speaking to Tony.

"Who?"

"You can call her Ms. Helen."

Chapter 162 The War Between Women

The next day.

Parker's house.

"Her eyes are swollen and she's hit her head. Is she going to compete in America's Next Top Model, Gwen?"

Water was flowing freely from the tap.

Peter dampened a towel with warm water and wiped Gwen's forehead.

The incident began when Gwen went to the supermarket to buy yogurt and encountered the guys who were robbing a nearby jewelry store.

It was very simple to subdue the other party.

But in the end, she was ambushed by those guys, and a grenade exploded in front of her.

Her uniform was torn, and her forehead swelled up.

Gwen obediently let Peter wipe her down.

Peter's gentleness surprised her.

This is quite unlike his usual personality.

Look at those hands; he could probably crush his own head as easily as he crushes a tomato.

But Peter's touch was so gentle, even magical, like the hand of a painter.

Gwen couldn't help but let her mind wander.

“Peter, you’re quite the attentive person.”

Gwen realized her dark thoughts were dangerous, so she stopped her wandering thoughts and changed the subject.

"I'll be as careful as possible. If you're not Spider-Woman, you'll need stitches for the wound on your face."

"Even if I weren't Ghost Spider or Spider Woman, I wouldn't need stitches, a band-aid would suffice."

"That will leave a scar."

Gwen winked mischievously. "Scars make you sexier."

“Your definition of sexy is a bit odd, Gwen.”

"I've always been a strange girl."

Gwen felt that she wasn't quite normal.

She enjoys his touch now because it is simple yet intimate.

This comfortable feeling captivated her.

Gwen is willing to embrace this tranquility free of distractions forever.

But she couldn't control her heart; she couldn't help but wonder: would she ever have this happiness again?

I've been having recurring dreams lately about Spider-Man's death.

It's not just me; it seems like many Spider-Men from parallel universes have suffered misfortune.