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

Everything around was shaken into the air and turned into dust.

An intense desire for destruction, accompanied by the overflowing power within his body, surged outwards.

"Oh!"

The next second, Gwen woke up with a start.

Perhaps due to an overreaction, her head hit the edge of the window.

Sweating profusely, she touched her aching forehead and found it covered in sweat.

She glanced at the bed but didn't see Peter anywhere.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief when she realized Peter wasn't lying in her arms.

It turned out to be a dream!

But why are the dreams so realistic?

The feeling she had when she lost Peter still terrifies her whenever she thinks about it.

Also, why is my body covered in the same black slime as Eddie's?

Could it be because Peter and Eddie's fight during the day left a deep impression on him?

Gwen got out of bed, barefoot, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open with a creak.

The moonlight from the corridor spilled onto it, casting a layer of soft glow.

Gwen glanced at Peter's room, then looked away and quietly closed the door.

I must be afraid of something during the day to have such nightmares at night.

Gwen comforted herself for a few moments and then went back to bed.

A black shadow flashed across her skin, unnoticed by her.

The next day, early in the morning.

Gwen, wearing her pajamas, came out of the room.

She woke up a little late last night because of a nightmare.

And I still feel tired.

Upon seeing Peter in the corridor, Gwen immediately approached him.

She approached Peter, put her hands on his shoulders, and then jumped onto his back.

This feeling of having something lost and then regained made her very happy.

Even though she was the only one who knew about it, she was still very happy.

"Why are you up so early, Peter?"

"Is it early? It's already 8:30. Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben have almost finished making breakfast."

Gwen feigned surprise, then sighed, "Really? Then I'll have to change the batteries in the digital clock in the room, because it shows it's only 7:30."

"Really? I'll go take a look."

Seeing that Peter was about to expose her, Gwen stopped him in a fit of embarrassment and anger, and at the same time reached out and pinched the flesh on his shoulder.

However, the force wasn't very strong; it was more like a massage than a twist.

Peter shamelessly and without a second thought accepted Gwen's "special massage."

After being "massaged" for a while, Peter pulled Gwen into his arms.

Bathed in the morning sunlight, I gazed upon her youthful beauty.

Her long, golden hair shone with dazzling brilliance.

Her delicate features and charming face make you want to kiss her.

After staring at Gwen's face for a moment, Peter prepared to put her down.

He uttered a Buddhist chant, reminding himself that it was broad daylight and he must not act recklessly, as a fire would be difficult to extinguish once started.

But to his surprise, Gwen pecked his lips with lightning speed and then quickly ran away.

Peter: "."

Was this reverse-engineered?!

downstairs.

After Peter went downstairs, he saw Gwen writing something in her diary.

He knew that Gwen had recently developed a habit of writing in her diary and that she was going to write a story about adventures in different parallel universes.

He approached Gwen and asked, "How's your diary and story coming along, Gwen?"

Gwen frowned. "I'm trying, but inspiration is a fickle thing; sometimes it just vanishes."

She adopted a girlish demeanor, tugging at Peter's hand, "How about we go for a walk in the streets together? I'm sure I'll get some new inspiration."

"is it?"

Peter glanced at Aunt May in the kitchen. "Did you sneak a beer again?"

Peter knew that when Gwen was anxious, she would often try to sneak a beer or openly drink Cure soda, insisting that drinking beer or Cure soda gave her some unique inspiration.

Peter had never heard such fallacies before.

"No!"

Gwen immediately denied it.

She was 100% sure Peter wouldn't notice, because she rinsed her mouth several times and sprayed on air freshener.

"That's good."

Peter didn't press the issue of drinking, which relieved Gwen.

"Let's go for a walk!"

Gwen took Peter's hand and they walked outside together.

Gwen enjoyed the walk.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and a gentle breeze caressed her face, giving her a feeling of tranquility and joy.

Basking in the sun can restore some sunshine to your heart.

Gwen thought to herself.

Chapter 255 The Birth of Venom Gwent

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next day.

The training room inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

Captain America, wearing a light-colored vest, is working out and sweating profusely.

Wearing a light-colored sweatshirt and black shorts, her toned and explosive muscles sculpted a perfect figure.

"Ah! Haa!"

Captain America's abdominal muscles contract and then release forcefully.

With each breath, she slammed the dumbbell down and then lifted it up again.

"bang"

The heavy dumbbell plates slammed heavily onto the ground.

The dumbbells slammed against the ground with a sickeningly loud sound.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, quickly soaking her wheat-colored skin, which shimmered in the sunlight.

After completing the explosive training, she began doing pull-up exercises.

However, since the body has been genetically optimized, ordinary pull-ups can no longer serve as a form of exercise.

So she strapped metal weights to her calves and did weighted pull-ups.

Made of special materials, the weight has a density of up to gram per cubic centimeter. Although it is the size of a dumbbell plate, it weighs over 100 kilograms.

"Ho!"

Captain America used chains to attach weights to his legs, and by coordinating his breathing, he pulled his entire body upwards.

After doing pull-ups yesterday, she started hitting the sandbag in front of her.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of sandbags being pounded violently echoed in the training room.

"Are you alright, Captain?"

A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Captain America turned around and saw Carter leaning against the doorway, watching her.

"Not so old that I can't move."

Carter walked over to her and asked, "You seem a little upset, Captain. Is it because of your fight with Spider-Man yesterday?"

“Maybe, maybe not, Peggy. I just wanted to vent my energy. You know, when someone is in a bad mood, they use other ways to distract themselves, and these are my ways of doing that.”

She caught her breath and asked Carter, "How is it? Has that kid Eddie woken up?"

"No, he's still unconscious. It'll be difficult to get anything out of him."

Carter came over and handed her the towel.

About Spider-Man

Captain America hesitated for a moment, then asked Carter, "How much does S.H.I.E.L.D. know about him?"

Although she said she didn't care, she still asked Carter the question that mattered most to her.

“We’ve been keeping an eye on him; we noticed him even before you came back.”