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

Listening to Helen Grace's words, Peter felt a bit overwhelmed.

Are all the women in the Stacy family this bold?

Gwen initially wanted to take her away herself, to leave the family and go anywhere.

Now, Gwen's mother, Helen Grace, who is going through a rebellious phase, also wants to take her away herself.

Are all their puberty periods so different?

"No, I can't take you away, because you still have a very important road ahead of you."

What will Gwen do if I kidnap you?

"Okay, I knew it."

With a sigh of resignation, she quickly composed herself and continued to ask Peter, "Can you tell me why you possess extraordinary powers? And why can this cloak on your back fly?"

Helen Grace, who was naturally very curious, immediately bombarded him with a whole host of questions.

Peter suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

Perhaps I shouldn't have provoked her in the first place.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words, Peter asked her, "Do you have a place to stay tonight?"

"No, no."

She felt a little embarrassed when Peter asked her that question.

"Let's go to the hotel then."

Without a word, Peter wrapped the cloak around her.

Then, in her terror, the cloak lifted her into the sky.

"Whoosh!"

The cloak carried her towards the hotel.

At first, Helen Grace was filled with fear, but after getting used to the feeling of flying, she was no longer afraid.

Taking a deep breath and feeling the whistling wind rushing past her ears, she looked at Peter flying beside her.

Perhaps this kind of experience is not bad.

Although I was frightened at the beginning of the day, it will probably be the most unforgettable day of my life.

She said to herself in her heart.

The next day, early in the morning.

Following the method used in the Spider-Ogre universe, Peter first went to the newspaper office to place a missing person ad looking for Gwen.

Then, taking Wanda and Helen Grace, they hurried to Uncle Ben's house in the Forest Hills.

He wanted to see what Uncle Ben and Aunt May were like in this era.

But as soon as they reached a somewhat familiar house, they heard a burst of laughter coming from inside.

It seems like Uncle Ben has guests at his house?

Standing in front of the door, he tried pressing the doorbell.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and the familiar yet unfamiliar face inside stunned him.

Chapter 315 A Dialogue Across Time and Space

"who are you looking for?"

A bespectacled, refined-looking man standing at the door asked Peter.

Peter frowned slightly as he looked at the unusually young man who seemed somewhat familiar.

Is this Richard Parker?

Peter Parker's original father?

Although he had never met this adoptive father in person, his original parents had appeared in the videotapes he watched before.

Richard looked at the stunned Peter and adjusted his glasses.

He suddenly felt that the young man in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

Although I have never met him, what is this feeling that seems to be connected by blood?

"Have we met before?"

Richard Parker took a deep breath and asked him.

"No, I don't think I've ever seen it."

Peter shook his head. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

He glanced into the house and saw his mother, Mary, looking in his direction. He took a step back, preparing to leave.

Now is not the time to acknowledge each other.

Besides, even if you said you were their future son, they wouldn't believe you.

"and many more."

Seeing Peter preparing to leave, Richard called him back.

"If you don't mind, you can come in and have a drink."

Although he didn't know why, he suddenly felt that he had a very good impression of the young man who rang his doorbell.

Peter was hesitating when Wanda pulled Helen Grace in, saying, "Thank you, we're a little thirsty."

In the living room, Richard's father, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May warmly welcomed Peter and his two companions.

"So you came from a very far place?"

Mary Parker placed the tortillas in front of Peter and asked curiously.

Mary, with her short red hair, didn't know that the Peter in front of her was her son; she just felt an unusual sense of closeness to him.

"Yes, it's a very far place, so far that it would be quite a struggle for us to get back."

Wanda's mood suddenly became somewhat depressed when she mentioned this.

Doctor Strange brought them here, but didn't tell them how to get back.

Are I, my master, and Gwen going to be left here forever?

Helen Grace savored the food, her eyes darting around.

She looked up and compared Peter's appearance with Richard's and Mary's, and suddenly a conjecture came to her mind that she herself found absurd.

Could Peter have some kind of relationship with this couple?

"Perhaps Richard can drive you back. He drives fast and safely. Last time he drove me to Pennsylvania, it took him less than two hours. He's a very talented driver."

Mary said with a smile.

"No, we can handle it ourselves."

Peter politely declined Richard's offer.

After having lunch with his parents, Peter and his two friends left Uncle Ben's house.

"Teacher, don't you want to do something?"

Wanda asked Peter curiously, "Are these your parents?"

"What? Like Strange, stop my parents from getting into a car accident?"

Peter shook his head. "Death is death, and no matter how hard we try, we cannot change it."

Although that's what he said, he knew in his heart that the real reason was that his feelings for his parents weren't that deep.

If it were Gwen, she would probably do the same as Strange, constantly reversing time to try and change the past.

Helen Grace didn't hear Peter and Wanda's words; she was now troubled by getting her things out.

I'm currently staying in a hotel, while a lot of my belongings are still at home.

"Um, I have to leave for a while to go home and get something."

Helen Grace said she would be leaving for a while.

Half an hour later.

Helen Grace secretly broke into her own home and took out her belongings.

As she quietly tidied up her room, a deep voice came from the other side of the door, "Hey, Helen, is that you? Are you in there?"

The loud bang of a knock on the door reached her ears.

Now she finally understands why she shouldn't tap on the aquarium glass.

She felt like a goldfish with an aneurysm, and the disease was progressing at an extremely slow pace, like the movement of a glacier.

The stepfather knocking on the door was like someone tapping on a goldfish's glass.

"Open the door, Helen, or I'll come in."

Helen Grace climbed out of bed like a clumsy, drunken baby.

She lay on the ground, her head bobbing as if a drum was constantly beating inside her, and she quietly crawled toward the door.

The door opened, and a beam of white light shone into the room.

"Helen, what are you doing?"

Seeing his daughter lying on the ground, he asked in surprise.

"Ahem. I'm looking for something that fell under the bed."

She coughed and asked, "What is it?"

“Helen, your mother is very worried about you. You should stay here and stop running around.”

As her eyes adjusted, the light from outside the room became less glaring.