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

"George? You mean George? Of course, he's my classmate, a rather old-fashioned and serious one. So, are you George's friend?"

"No, we're not."

Peter is now certain that the woman in front of him is his future mother-in-law—Helen Stacy.

He thought the cloak would help him find Gwen, but unexpectedly, it caused a misunderstanding and helped him find Gwen's mother instead.

Although they are all Stacy, they are all family.

Peter shook his head and glanced at the cloak behind him.

Seemingly sensing Peter's disdain, the cloak shrank back slightly.

"We're looking for a girl named Gwen Stacy. Sorry, we made a mistake because you two look so alike."

Peter explained the reason to her.

"Do we look alike?"

Helen Grace pointed to herself in surprise.

"Yes, you two are like twins."

Wanda chimed in from the side.

"Perhaps if there's a chance, we can meet."

Helen Grace picked up her glass. "May I ask something?"

She pointed to Peter's attire, "Where are you from?"

Before Peter could answer, Wanda said, "A very far place, anyway, very far from here."

She looked around the bar and noticed an old-fashioned record player.

Wanda, who had never seen anything like it before, immediately became interested in it and started circling around the record player.

"Wanda, we have to go."

Peter shouted at Wanda, "We've already wasted a lot of time."

"But we've just arrived here, and we're not familiar with anything. Maybe we can find a place to get acquainted with the area first."

Upon hearing Wanda say she was unfamiliar with the area, Helen Grace immediately stepped forward and said, "Perhaps I can help you; I'm more familiar with this place."

She thought that Peter's attire might actually make him look like an alien from another planet.

Having been interested in these alien and mysterious cultures since childhood, she has already begun to consider Peter and Wanda as extraterrestrials.

Peter thought about it and figured he might be able to find Gwen by talking to his future mother-in-law, so he agreed to her suggestion.

If Gwen realizes she has traveled back in time, she will most likely visit her family.

Helen Grey led Peter and Wanda out of the bar, and it started to drizzle.

"Sorry, I need to make a phone call."

She smiled slightly at Peter and walked quickly toward the phone booth.

Raindrops fell on the phone booth.

Helen Grace held the phone receiver to her ear; her chin felt cool.

Then came the endless waiting for the sound system to play.

Although she made the call, she didn't want anyone to answer.

"Quickly switch to the answering machine."

Helen Grace seemed to be praying, chanting a spell.

"Quickly switch to the answering machine, quickly switch to the answering machine, quickly switch to the answering machine."

These words echoed in the space above her head.

Click.

"Helen?"

Helen Grace's mother's voice rang out.

“It’s me, Helen, Mom.”

"I know I know."

"Mother--"

"Where are you?"

"I probably won't go back today. I ran into a friend, and maybe I'll stay at her place for a couple of days."

Helen Grace said, her throat dry.

Every part of her body felt like a tooth broken in half, with nerve endings exposed.

Lying didn't feel good, but she didn't want to go home.

She disliked her stepfather, who always had a stern face.

"Are you sure, Helen? Don't lie to me!"

"Of course, I'm not like that man who would lie to you."

"You mustn't say that. Come home and go back to your mother."

"I'm having some problems right now, and I'm a little busy."

Helen Grace felt like she was losing her mind.

“Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come to you, Helen.”

"I'm leaving."

"Please, Helen, you're a good girl."

"Trust me, Mom, I'm fine. Wait for me to come home..."

She wanted to tell her mother that she was just a bitter pill, a wretched little rodent, but she couldn't find the words.

She wanted to yell and complain that her mother shouldn't have married that man, but she felt that she was being too childish.

She hung up the phone and leaned against the wall inside the phone booth.

Looking at Peter and Wanda in the distance, she composed herself and hurried toward them.

“I can take you to a place to stay. My friend is away on vacation, and you can stay there temporarily. I don’t think she’ll mind, as long as you pay a little money.”

Helen Grace said she had already found a place for the two of them.

"Thank you, but we should have enough money on us to find a hotel."

Peter declined the offer to help him find accommodation.

"Hmm, that works too, but most of the hotels here aren't very clean. I have to recommend one with an excellent reputation."

Helen Grace said to the two of them, "But before that, I need to go back to school to get something. You don't mind, do you?"

Through subtle questioning, she had already learned from Wanda about that record player, a more beautiful and compact one.

There are also many more things I've never seen before.

Therefore, she became even more convinced that Peter and Wanda were of extraordinary origin.

Soon Helen Grey brought the two of them to the school.

Each spike atop the school's iron gate is adorned with irises, resembling the open jaws of a hungry black dog revealing its metallic canine teeth.

Beyond the woods is a row of iron gates, guard posts, and brass plaques on the pale brick walls, creating a unique scene.

The signboard reads "Caldcott School" in dazzling, intricate calligraphy.

"The days are getting shorter, the mornings are getting darker, and the night, like a stalker, always comes silently to your window. I don't like school in winter."

Helen Grace led the two inside as she spoke.

What she didn't tell them was that she had skipped school for two days.

She's always been a good girl, but now she wants to try being a bad girl.

For example, Jack, the scoundrel who used to harass her but whom she ignored, is now being addressed by her.

Jack also said he had something exciting for her to experience.

She's becoming increasingly curious about what it is.

After picking up some things from the school, she took Peter and Wanda to the best hotel nearby.

Although she had never been to the hotel, she was quite familiar with the area.

"Teacher, you said she's Gwen's mother?!"

In the hotel, Wanda asked Peter in shock.

"Yes, we've gone back to 1990s New York, a time when Gwen's mother was not yet married to George Stacy."

Peter said calmly, "So she wouldn't know who Gwen is."

Wanda stuck out her tongue. "I actually met Gwen's mother! How amazing!"

Peter didn't speak. He looked out the window at the pitch-black night, his body covered by a black exoskeleton.

Doctor Strange's cloak seemed to be startled by this change, and it detached from Peter's back and flew in front of him.

"I'm going to check out the city, Wanda. Don't go out. Wait for me to come back."

After giving Wanda his instructions, Peter grabbed his cloak, turned, and jumped out of the hotel building.

at the same time.

Helen Grace is in considerable trouble.

The door slammed shut behind her with a mechanical whine.

"This is not good!"

Helen Grace, who had punched Jack, escaped as fast as she could.

She never expected that the exciting thing the other party said they would show her was actually drugs!