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

As the Ancient One was thinking about Peter Parker, Strange spoke up.

After experiencing all of this, he realized that he was beginning to waver in his long-held beliefs.

What you just did is not something an ordinary person could do.

"Please teach me these things."

Strange said to the Ancient One, "I want to master this ability."

“You’re being blinded by something right now, Strange, and you can’t control it.”

"I will discard it."

Strange said in an almost pleading tone, "Please, I have nothing left."

Seeing Strange looking dejected with his head down, the Ancient One finally nodded.

"That means your life will never be peaceful again."

"Our peaceful life has been disrupted."

Forest Hills, Queens, New York.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May have finally returned from their vacation in Hawaii.

Wearing sunglasses and dressed in a trendy manner, Uncle Ben said to Peter, "Peter, are you a little disappointed?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head. "I actually care more about your gifts."

"Welcome home, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May."

Peter went up and hugged the two people he hadn't seen in a long time.

Aunt Mei, who was standing next to him, hugged him affectionately and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“And Gwyneth.”

As she spoke, she opened her arms to Gwen.

Gwen happily came over and hugged Aunt May.

Uncle Ben then took out the gifts he had prepared.

"Kona coffee, the best coffee in Hawaii, with honey and made from local flowers, has a unique flavor. You can taste it and you'll know I'm not exaggerating."

Uncle Ben took out all the gifts, but most of them were food and drinks.

“Your Uncle Ben had actually forgotten about your gift, and he might have come back empty-handed if I hadn’t reminded him.”

Aunt Mei teased Uncle Ben from the side.

"Ahem, actually, I've always kept it in mind."

Uncle Ben denies forgetting the gift.

He coughed once and then continued to take out some flower-shaped bracelets from his travel bag.

"This is a flower necklace, Gwen, for you."

"I have more?"

Gwen accepted the gift with delight.

"Of course, everyone gets a share."

After sharing his experience in Hawaii, Peter and Uncle Ben had a private chat.

“I saw what you did on the news, Peter. You make me so proud.”

Uncle Ben patted him on the shoulder.

"To be honest, Uncle Ben, I've done a lot of things, but I don't know which one you're referring to?"

Peter shook his head and said.

"Everything."

Uncle Ben didn't say it outright, and the two maintained a tacit understanding unique to uncle and nephew.

“I know you, Peter. No matter how much you resist in your heart, you have always been on the path I expect you to follow.”

Peter stared at Uncle Ben.

Since returning from Hawaii, Uncle Ben's speech has become more profound.

“I may disappoint Uncle Ben. So-called responsible heroes, those with great power, are noble, but I may not be a noble one, Uncle Ben.”

Peter said to Uncle Ben, "But anyway, welcome back, Uncle Ben."

“There isn’t just one type of noble person, and… don’t tell me you’ve been ordering takeout all this time.”

Uncle Ben quickly changed the subject, giving the kitchen a suspicious look.

"Actually, it was Gwen's idea."

Peter immediately pushed Gwen out, saying, "Gwen loves cheese and hamburgers, and I'm not an expert at those."

"It seems like we'll have to get May to teach you and Gwen how to cook, otherwise it'll be a problem who will cook dinner after you get married."

Uncle Ben was speaking when Aunt Mei's voice suddenly rang out.

"Come on in for lunch, Ben, Peter."

Aunt Mei called the two of them to lunch.

Uncle Ben patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go."

After lunch, Gwen played with the gifts that Aunt May and Uncle Ben had given her with great interest.

"Although it was a lie at first, I thought the trip was pretty good."

Gwen rolled over in bed. "Aunt May and Uncle Ben look much better."

When she and the other Spider-Men fought against the Successor, she heard them talk about their past.

The tragedy Spider-Man has experienced the most is Uncle Ben's death.

Uncle Ben is still alive in his own world; there couldn't be a better outcome.

"By the way, what did you write on the note you gave Strange earlier?"

Gwen leaned closer curiously and asked.

"you saw it?"

"Yes, my spider-sense isn't just for show."

Peter put the coffee powder Uncle Ben had given him aside and said to her in a serious tone, "I told him there's a place where he can permanently resolve his pain."

"Are you serious?"

Gwen didn't believe such a thing existed.

"of course."

"Can you tell me where that is?"

Gwen became even more curious.

"No, because this kind of thing depends on talent, and Gwen, you probably don't have that kind of talent."

"What talent?"

"A magician's talent."

Peter looked Gwen up and down and said, "You're better suited to solving problems with violence, like fists and spider silk, than to being Hermione."

Gwen paused for a moment, "Who is Hermione?"

She immediately pounced on Peter, demanding, "Tell me, is she the new woman you met?"

Peter: ".!"

late at night.

Brooklyn.

Stanislaw drove his car down the road with a frown on his face.

He has made several calls to his son and wife, but they have been unable to get through.

As an ordinary office worker, his life was just like that of any other ordinary person.

After graduating from high school, he started working, got married and had children at a young age, and worked for an electric company.

After getting out of the car, he went to the corridor in front of the door.

"Jack?"

He called his son's name, but there was no answer.

The front hall was a bit cool, both cool and dark.

Stanislav's shout was like a stone thrown into a deep well in the silence.

He called out again, "Jack?"

There was no sound at all; the clock in the foyer had stopped ticking, as no one had wound it up this morning.

But there were footprints on the floor.

Stanislav entered the living room and smelled a cigarette.

There was an ashtray on the windowsill, containing a neat roll of cigarette ash.

Then his eyes fell on the four neatly arranged beer cans; his son and wife neither smoked nor drank.

He took a deep breath and continued walking forward.

Stanislav's heart pounded as he followed the footprints toward the kitchen.

He pushed open the kitchen door and saw two legs spread out!

It's my neighbor!

His green overalls and flannel shirt were extremely eye-catching.