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

Peter was slightly surprised when he saw Gwen's actions, so much so that he stopped and did not continue his "attack".

"Where did you study, Gwen?"

"Um, I don't remember, it was in a book or some magazine I read. The symbiote made my thoughts a little strange."

Gwen awkwardly made up an excuse for herself, blaming the symbiote for her embarrassing actions.

She vehemently denied that she had accidentally seen pay-TV content.

"Hmm, I must say your actions just now were quite sexy, a bit different from your previous image."

Peter said in a very serious tone.

"Ok."

Gwen let out a breath and said to Peter somewhat guiltily, "What do I have to do for you to forget all this?"

at the same time.

Black Cat's Place.

The great thief Black Cat also experienced a war with Peter.

She stared in horror at Spider-Man standing in front of her.

"wrong!"

“No,” she said, her voice filled with disbelief and shock, “it’s not you, you’re not Peter.”

The guy in the spider costume suddenly pulled back his fist and punched the black cat's nose hard.

The black cat felt a burst of blood, a rupture, and blood spurted out like firecrackers, spraying two streams of red liquid down her chin.

As the opponent prepared to continue attacking, the black cat rolled onto the table in the room.

"I am Spider-Man, and Spider-Man is me. Is there any doubt about that?"

The other person said to her.

"Go away."

The black cat gritted its teeth and cursed at him.

Spider-Man rushed over again, and the opponent's fist struck her stomach like lightning.

She bent over, rolled under the table, and entered the space between the table and the television.

Blood soaked the carpet, and she felt something inside her body collapsing and crumbling.

Spider-Man grabbed her by both ankles and dragged her out.

The carpet tore her back because her shirt kept pulling at her from behind.

Spider-Man's voice had a hint of laughter, but it wasn't his smile.

This isn't Peter Parker, it's another Spider-Man, another Peter Parker.

"you."

She hissed and then spat.

“Give me your hand,” Spider-Man said.

"Invaders, invaders."

Spider-Man just laughed.

He grabbed her hand and slammed her palm down onto the carpet.

"I am Peter Parker, I am Spider-Man, aren't we friends?"

"No!"

The black cat stood up, panting. "This is my dream, and you are a creation I made up."

She quickly realized she was dreaming.

After all, this feeling of being in a daze can't be the real world.

"Is it true? This is a dream."

"You will know the answer, I will let you know the answer. Do you think you can escape this nightmare?"

As she spoke, blood welled up in Spider-Man's eyes, and everything before her eyes seemed to collapse.

The black cat suddenly woke up from its sleep.

She opened her eyes, looked at the familiar room, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Did he have such a nightmare just because he saw a Spider-Man from another dimension?

Am I afraid of Peter Parker from other dimensions, who is a thoroughly evil person?

She got up and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

The black cats in the living room stared at their owner as he came out in the middle of the night with their eerie green eyes.

She opened the refrigerator and took out a glass of vodka.

Vodka should have made her sleepy again, but she wasn't sleepy at all; her head kept spinning, like a carousel with terrifying images on it.

There are four Spider-Men, not one, but four, and there's also a strange talking pig.

Can animals talk?

Could it be that I've stumbled into Alice's dream?

Although the "little tiger" wasn't found, she had completely forgotten about it and her mind was filled with the Spider-Men from earlier.

Are they here to see Peter?

The black cat rubbed its temples to clear its mind.

She opened the freezer, found a pint of Häagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream, plopped down on the sofa, placed the ice cream tub between her legs, scooped out a large spoonful, and then turned on the TV.

Cooking shows.

Change the channel.

Some things about the Hawaiian volcano.

Change the channel.

TV shopping programs, and so on and so forth, super mops.

Change the channel.

The American werewolf in London is reaching its climax.

A wolf in name only rampaged through Piccadilly Square in London, leaving a trail of destruction, chaos, and utter folly. Car horns blared, screams rang out, and the beast tore off the head of a bystander before tossing him into the crowd.

Click.

Television, turn off.

Black Cat felt dizzy and disoriented from the dream she had just had. She sat on the sofa, watching over a pint of ice cream, thinking about parallel worlds and Spider-Man.

Perhaps I should contact Peter and place an ad in the Daily Bugle, or go directly to him?

Just as she was wondering whether to contact Peter, she suddenly heard something.

A series of footsteps sounded outside the gate.

Through the window next to the front door, the black cat could see a shadow moving behind the curtains in the darkness outside.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a switchblade.

The black cat pressed a button, the blade popped out, and then she suddenly opened the door, nearly stabbing Peter.

Peter reached out, ready to knock on the door.

"It seems you're not very welcoming to me, Miss Hardy."

Peter shrugged and said to her.

After taking Gwen to George Stacy's hospital room, Peter immediately went to the Black Cat's residence.

As for his and Gwen's punishment, it cannot be discussed at this time.

Black Cat's true identity is a rock star, which is why Peter knows where she lives.

You should have called me.

The black cat breathed a sigh of relief and said to Peter.

"I called, but you didn't answer."

Hearing Peter's words, the black cat walked to the sofa in confusion and picked up its phone.

"Sorry, it stopped working due to a power outage."

The black cat asked in return, "How did you know about my house?"

"I found out from the paparazzi."

Peter came in through the door and looked at the lavishly decorated home of the rock star.

Do all cats like shiny things?

He asked the black cat.

The black cat rolled its eyes at him and turned on the room's main light. "Yes, cats will also consider someone like you who comes to their door in the middle of the night a dangerous person. I almost stabbed you just now."

"any drinks?"

"Cafe."

"Only tea, and it's Chinese tea."

The black cat mischievously teased Peter.

Peter: "."

"This is your first time at my house, so you must have something on your mind, right?"

After preparing tea for Peter, she coughed and asked.

"Hmm, I heard your cat is lost."