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

Do you know his real identity?

Carter hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I know, but no more than three people in S.H.I.E.L.D. know his true identity."

"But you haven't had any contact with him, right?"

Cardi nodded. "We haven't decided yet how to approach him."

"give it to me."

Captain America's expression turned serious. "I want to talk to him."

the other side.

Stark Tower.

Inside the meeting room, Tony Stark asked his assistant, who was wearing a white lab coat, "Have the experimental data from Mali been verified?"

His laboratory in Mali, Africa, is now being used as a base for alien experiments.

"It's finished, and we're currently in the second phase of damage testing. However, boss, there's a problem with the anti-Spider-Man suit you proposed."

"Oh?"

Tony Stark touched his chin in surprise. He hadn't had high hopes when he first came up with the idea, but he never expected that his assistant would already be discovering problems!

"What is the problem?"

"According to your original vision, boss, the advanced combat suit is more like an exoskeleton, possessing super strength and super defense, equipped with sonic guns, plastic bombs and nerve gas, with complete stealth capabilities, and also equipped with thrusters."

"The biggest challenge is in the bionic skeleton. It is very difficult for us to completely imitate the exoskeleton of the alien."

Tony Stark nodded in understanding.

He proposed this idea only as a general concept, without any intention of making it immediately.

"We haven't studied alien creatures enough yet. It's not something we can figure out in a short time."

As he spoke, he gazed at the new steel suit in front of him.

The new generation of Iron Man suits is glossy black with sharp lines, and the chest area and shoulders are covered with uneven textures.

Gently stroking his suit, Tony Stark felt the chill emanating from the material.

Why is Peter able to control the Xenomorphs? What exactly is his relationship with them?

He whispered to himself.

After standing there for a moment and thinking, he put on the new generation of researched combat suit.

As the energy was activated, a powerful and abundant sense of strength filled the battle suit, and the uneven black alien-like patterns on the surface of the suit began to change and rearrange.

One second later, the texture changed to a more tightly packed, more pronounced horizontal texture.

The changes in appearance have also greatly enhanced its defensive capabilities.

Tony Stark clenched his fist, feeling the boost the suit provided.

Peter and Eddie's previous fight had left a deep impression on him.

An indescribable sense of crisis constantly loomed over him.

After leaving the lab, Tony Stark took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and drove home.

"Mr. Stark, lunch is ready."

An elderly man in a black tailcoat respectfully opened the door for him.

The butler had neatly combed gray hair, wore a handmade suit that was ironed to a pristine condition, and had a slightly bent back despite his straight posture.

"Thank you, Dan."

Tony Stark thanked the butler, "But you didn't need to prepare such a lavish lunch. I'm not the kind of person who's particularly picky about food."

The walls of the hall are decorated with symmetrical carvings, and a brightly colored Rembrandt self-portrait oil painting hangs on them, creating an elegant and retro atmosphere.

Exquisite and beautiful silver candlesticks were placed on a long table, and a European carpet finer than a human hair was laid out on the floor.

Looking at the food already laid out on the table, Tony complained to the butler:

"To be honest, I don't have any prejudice against French food, especially the foie gras that tastes good, but it's such a waste of time. First comes the appetizer, then the starter, soup, side dish, main course, and dessert. Oh, and there's ice cream in between. I think I'll waste most of my time here."

"correct!"

He snapped his fingers and said to the butler, "I'd like to invite a friend to the manor. Dan, you'll need to make some preparations beforehand."

"Yes, sir."

Tony Stark picked up his knife and fork and speared a piece of foie gras.

“I shouldn’t be so worried, after all, Peter is my friend.”

He shrugged and said to himself.

"Actually, I'm not used to it either. I prefer British food to French food."

Gwen wore a pair of beautiful crystal sandals on her feet and a pearl-colored long skirt on her lower body. The fabric was probably extremely smooth silk, which clung to her curves and showed off her youthful figure.

Gwen wasn't dressed like a high school girl tonight; instead, she wore mature women's clothes, which gave her a unique charm.

Peter looked at Gwen.

Her deep blue eyes sparkled with youthful, fiery light, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, undulating like a small waterfall, shimmering with golden light.

The two were in a French restaurant, where Peter invited Gwen to try French cuisine.

As for why he invited Gwen to eat French food...

He felt that if he didn't help Gwen relax, this girl who had lost her superpowers would drive him to depression.

“Gwen, if France has any advantage over Britain, it’s in the food. Britain’s terrible cuisine is notorious all over the world.”

Gwen offered a weak and unconvincing explanation.

"You know what, Gwen, if heaven is British policemen, German technicians, and French chefs, then do you know what hell is?"

Gwen tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I don't know, but I know it must be a joke attacking British food."

Peter nodded. "You guessed right. Hell is made up of German police, French technicians, and British chefs."

Gwen paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Dinner concluded in Gwen's good mood.

Just as Gwen was happily enjoying her dessert, she suddenly felt something was wrong with her body, and a wave of nausea rose up from her throat.

"Excuse me, Peter, I need to use the restroom."

Despite her physical discomfort, Gwen pretended to be nonchalant and spoke to Peter.

She then quickly walked to the restroom.

"vomit!"

In the sink, Gwen vomited up a large amount of the food she had just eaten.

Looking at the food she had vomited, Gwen felt a surge of fear.

She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

I haven't been feeling well since last night.

She stretched out her arm and examined her fair skin.

Suddenly!

A dark shadow flashed across the skin.

Gwen immediately grabbed her arm and gasped for breath.

what is this? !!

Why does it look so much like the black, sticky substance on Eddie's body?

Could it be that something parasitized my body?

She suddenly remembered the dream she had last night.

In her dream, she was completely enveloped in a thick, black liquid, with tentacles waving in the sky.

Will not!

I will never become a monster like Eddie!

Gwen kept telling herself this.

Forcing herself to calm down, Gwen fixed her makeup and walked out of the bathroom.

Are you alright, Gwen?

Peter noticed that something was wrong with Gwen and asked her about it.

"Yes, I'm fine. I mean, maybe my stomach isn't suited to French food, so it's a little upset, but it's nothing serious."

Gwen smiled at Peter.

Peter looked Gwen up and down and nodded.

Sensing that something was wrong with Gwen, he didn't press her for more information.

"Hmm, that's good. If there are any problems, just tell me, Gwen. We're family, right?"

"Yes, we're family."

Gwen walked over and put her arm around Peter's.

late at night.

Gwen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She felt as if something was burning inside her, as if an invisible force was moving within her.

Nausea and vomiting would come over me from time to time.

She simply got up and looked out at the deepening night.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up the spider mask and quietly slipped out of the window.

"Oh!"

Gwen, who jumped out of the window, nearly twisted her ankle because she had lost her superpowers.