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

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Gwen shot a spider web from her wrist, hitting the gun in the assailant's hand.

With a "snap," the pistol was struck against the wall by the spider web.

Gwen then jumped over the counter and punched the gunman in the head, knocking him to the ground.

"Remember, don't point a gun at innocent people."

Gwen complained to the groaning thug.

When the hiding customers saw Spider-Woman suddenly appear and easily defeat the thugs, they all stood up and applauded her.

This feeling is not bad.

Gwen scratched her head as she listened to the applause.

But this might be the last time.

Her expression immediately darkened.

"Whoosh!"

Shooting out spider silk, Gwen pulled herself onto the rooftop of the office building.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the night.

She sat down, put her legs out, took off her mask, and stared at the spiderweb pattern on it.

It looks like the father's police badge.

Am I going to have to give up what I'm protecting, just like my father?

Gwen's eyes were a little watery.

She pressed the spider mask against her face, wanting to feel its warmth.

Cindy Moon said she can no longer create isotopes and may never be able to become Spider-Woman.

"You just used the last bottle of isotopes at the supermarket, Gwen, don't you regret it?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Gwen paused for a moment upon hearing the familiar voice.

"I don't regret it. I would choose the same thing a hundred times, because I am Gwen Stacy!"

Gwen turned around.

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"That's who I am, Gwen Stacy!"

Gwen turned to face Peter, who had suddenly appeared behind her.

She strode up and threw herself into Peter's arms.

"You just saw that, Peter?"

"Yes, I wanted to help, but some fool was faster than me and used up the last bottle of isotopes without hesitation."

Peter reached out and stroked Gwen's blond hair.

In the darkness, a bird with dark wings flew to the building in front of the two people.

Suddenly, a bird flew in, each wing covered with a coin-sized red patch, as if it had been splashed on—and was pecking at his exposed head, searching for insects.

"That's a blackbird."

Gwen lifted her head from Peter's lap, pointed at the bird, and said to Peter, "Peter, have you heard of 'Thirteen Ways to Observe a Blackbird'?"

"No."

He hadn't expected Gwen's thoughts to jump around so much, associating the blackbird with poetry.

"Cough cough."

Gwen coughed and began reading "Thirteen Ways to See a Blackbird" by American poet Wallace Stevens.

"Between twenty snow-capped mountains"

The only moving one

It's the crow's eye.

I have three hearts

Like on a tree

Three blackbirds were perched there.

Blackbirds circled in the autumn wind.

It's an insignificant character in the pantomime.

After reciting the poem, Gwen sighed, "Now I'm going to become an insignificant character in a pantomime too."

Peter listened to Gwen's long sighs, brushed the long hair between her brows, and gently kissed her forehead.

“The Gwen I know is not this kind of pessimistic girl.”

Gwen froze when Peter kissed her first.

It took her a while to realize what was happening.

"Please allow me to be pessimistic once in a while; I'm not an optimist all the time."

"Let's go back first."

Peter patted her on the shoulder.

"No, let me hold you like this for a while."

Gwen didn't let go of Peter, but instead said softly, "Maybe there won't be another chance like this in the future."

The next day, early in the morning.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May decided to go camping as a family.

According to Gwen, this was inspired by old videotapes.

She wanted to relive the feeling of having a family picnic when she was young.

Uncle Ben drove his car at high speed on the road.

Peter and Gwen sat in the back, while Aunt May sat in the passenger seat, checking to make sure nothing was forgotten.

The group's destination was Boracay Island.

The seawall on Long Beach is a pleasant place to visit and is one of the most popular tourist attractions in New York.

The island is usually bustling with vacationers.

In summer, the Manahookin Bay Bridge—a white arch bridge standing atop grey foam—is packed with cars.

This is the only road for getting on and off the island, so it's prone to traffic jams.

Unfortunately, Peter and his family encountered this.

After waiting for a long time, Gwen pulled Peter out of the car and rented two bicycles.

Although she can no longer swing through the air on her webs like before, Gwen can still move freely without any restrictions.

The “Schwen 10-speed” model bicycle, with its frame dented and covered in sea rust, carries the fleeting glimpses of passing vehicles.

The wheels emitted a whirring sound like flying wings.

Gwen's injured finger from yesterday has not yet recovered and is still aching.

She took a breath, and the air she exhaled disappeared into the distance behind her like wings.

"Peter, does this place look familiar to you?"

Gwen, riding her bicycle, turned to Peter and asked.

Peter looked toward the distant levee.

A lighthouse with a red brick base is faintly visible.

"Hmm, that time you had a conflict with Officer George because he couldn't accept your Spider-Woman identity, so you ran to the lighthouse alone and said you were leaving this world and would never come back."

"You have such a good memory, I thought you had forgotten."

Gwen looked at the lighthouse.

"Perhaps this is fate's arrangement. I appeared here when I gained my abilities, and I came here again when my abilities disappeared. How interesting."

"If you had eloped with me back then, I don't know what our fate would be now."

Gwen remarked with emotion.

If she had eloped with Peter afterward, they might be married by now.

And their daughter, Anne, should have been born by now, right?

Lost in her thoughts, the two reached the end of the dike.

As we drove from Bay Drive onto Baringat Highway, pine trees burst forth from the sand dunes, towering into the sky.

"I never thought that pine trees belonged to this beach."

Gwen looked at the pine trees on the beach and said.

“In fact, they are standing right here.”

Peter looked towards the nearby garbage dump. "I never imagined medical waste would belong on this beach," he said.

Gwen smiled mischievously, “That was a gift from New Jersey to this beach.”

The two then rode their bicycles through Green Street, past a small surf shop, and then past a miniature bait shop.