American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

The two separated slightly. Peter, panting, looked at Gwen, whose face was flushed, but her expression was serious.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, supporting Gwen.

"I just feel... it's a bit hasty to do this for the first time."

Peter took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and gazed into Gwen's eyes, which were already glistening with tears, and said, "You're right, this is too hasty. We should have a passionate kiss in the empty hallway after dinner and a movie, then rush back to our pre-booked hotel room, and then patiently, like a ritual, walk through a corridor strewn with rose petals, kick our shoes under the bed, and toss our coats on the floor..."

"Stop talking," Gwen interrupted, wrapping her arms around Peter's neck. "If you keep talking, I'm going to lose control."

Gwen loosened her grip on Peter's legs and said, "Go take a shower, you stink."

Peter smelled the stench of cigarettes and alcohol on his clothes, and his clothes turned into nanoparticles that formed a watch on his left hand.

Wearing only his underwear, he walked towards the bathroom in Gwen's room, saying smugly, "You like it even though it's smelly."

Gwen suddenly grabbed Peter's arm, and Peter turned his head, looking at Gwen with a puzzled expression.

Gwen kept her head down, avoiding Peter's eyes.

Her legs, covered by thin pajama bottoms, were tightly pressed together, her knees almost touching, and her toes curled up.

She said in a voice Peter could barely hear, "Um, I'll wash first..."

After saying that, he walked past Peter and headed towards the bathroom.

Peter grabbed Gwen and pulled her into his arms.

Peter's fingers slid down Gwen's shoulder blades, inch by inch, along the curve of her spine.

His fingertips paused briefly on the waistband of her pajama bottoms before moving down, gently tracing the soft cotton fabric.

The fabric was kneaded, twisted, and loosened under his fingertips. Gwen's body tensed up suddenly in his arms, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

She didn't speak, but her fingers had already pinched several crescent-shaped white marks on the skin of Peter's waist.

The blush on her face spread down her neck, then all the way to the tips of her ears and her forehead.

She suddenly raised her head and glared fiercely at Peter.

Then, with a twist of his hips, he nudged Peter's lower abdomen.

Peter released Gwen and watched her walk into the bathroom, grimacing as he covered his penis.

While Gwen's angry face is adorable, you should think twice before trying to see it.

If that bite had landed on Peter before he was bitten by the spider, he would have been sterilized on the spot.

That's terrifying...

After Peter and Gwen finished washing up, they stayed together in the living room of Gwen's room.

The two sat on the sofa, each holding a game controller, playing Super Mario on the TV.

While playing, Peter was thinking about whether he should create some globally popular entertainment products once he acquired the rights to the Avengers, Fantastic Four, and other heroes.

Things like publishing individual comic books for superheroes, making a movie about the Battle of New York, and creating several games where players control superheroes and villains in battle.

The entertainment industry not only offers huge profits, but also serves as a powerful tool for manipulating public opinion throughout the Western world.

Peter picked up the iced cola from the coffee table and took a sip, then Gwen reached out her hand: "I'm thirsty, I want some too."

Peter didn't hand the cup to Gwen. Instead, he took another sip, held it in his mouth, and then leaned close to Gwen's face.

"Waaah..."

After their lips parted, Gwen feigned displeasure and said, "Do you think I'm a child? Do I need you to feed me a sip of cola?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Peter reached out to Gwen, but she slapped his hand away: "Get away, I don't want to shower three times a day."

……

The next morning, Peter appeared in the laboratory.

Apart from Tony and Maya, who have been modified by the third-generation Extremis virus, the other scientists have all gone to rest.

Peter glanced at the upload progress; only about five percent remained.

The long wait was really getting on Tony's nerves. With his hair all messy and his eyes unfocused, he stared at the progress bar on the holographic projection.

Peter went to the restaurant and got three more breakfasts, then pushed the food cart into the underground prison.

Peter placed the food tray on a platform outside the two cells. There was an opening in the cell door, and the platform carrying the food tray was moved into the cell.

Peter found a chair and sat down, eating his portion from the food cart as he addressed the cell, "Eat up. Each of your meals costs two hundred dollars. I don't like people who waste food."

Behind the high-strength glass, Pietro and Wanda in their two cells began to eat breakfast.

Wanda, while eating Eggs Benedict topped with black truffle hollandaise sauce and premium Ossetia caviar, said sarcastically, "Two hundred dollars. That two hundred dollars probably isn't what Tony Stark earned selling weapons used for murder. Are you eating expensive food, or the flesh and blood of innocent civilians in war-torn regions?"

Peter took a bite of the cheeseburger made by a chef earning a million-dollar annual salary, the warmth making his body instinctively feel happy: "Didn't you know that Tony shut down all of Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing divisions in 2008?"

Wanda swallowed the food in her mouth, stood in front of the glass, and looked at the man who had taken away their freedom with a cold smile: "And before 08, how many people did the weapons he manufactured and sold kill?"

Peter couldn't refute this, because before Tony came out of the cave, he was indeed a dead merchant selling weapons to those who started the war.

"So, this is why you think he's the source of your suffering? If a murderer stabs someone to death with a knife, do you think the police should arrest the murderer or the knife manufacturer?"

Pietro had finished his food. He walked to the glass wall and said, "The arms dealers know perfectly well that for every weapon they don't sell, someone loses their life, yet they still do it. Tony Stark isn't innocent, is he?"

Peter finished his hamburger, wiped his mouth, and took a sip of his chocolate coffee: "Yes, Tony Stark is not innocent. But I still have to say, your revenge is ridiculous."

Pietro slammed his fist on the glass, gritting his teeth as he said, "What right do you have to criticize us? Have you ever experienced the pain of losing a loved one?"

Peter looked at the furious Pietro and said calmly, "Don't think you're the only ones who lost their parents."