American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Chapter 96 Regret

The banquet lasted until late at night.

After the event ends, those with partners can continue playing in the second half, while those without can bring home a friendly match with someone of the opposite sex they found attractive.

Harry, with Liz in the car, floored the gas and sped towards the stronghold across from Gwen's house. If he dared to bring a woman home, he'd be in for a taste of Norman's Green Goblin fist.

Speaking of Norman, he was not sent to prison after his dissociative identity disorder was cured.

He almost killed a few people; capitalists have plenty of ways and resources to exonerate themselves.

Afterwards, Norman formed alliances and used incentives or intimidation to divide the factions within the board that were hostile to him, thus regaining firm control of Osborne.

After saying goodbye to Gwen, Peter went to his new home on the north shore of Long Island, next to Stark Estate.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May had already gone to bed, so Peter didn't disturb them and went to his room.

Peter changed into his pajamas, lay down on the new bed he hadn't slept in yet, and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, Peter opened his eyes.

I can't sleep, I just can't sleep.

It's only when you're alone in the quiet of the night that you realize how painful the core of the honeycomb mindset truly is.

The symbiote's thought patterns reached Peter's soul, like a telepath who had his abilities forcibly activated, and remained in Times Square, New York.

Unless Peter possesses a level of rank close to or even higher than that of the Living Abyss, like Nar, and can suppress the Living Abyss, using all symbiotes as weapons and slaves.

The plan to flee must be arranged as soon as possible.

Once Tony and his team have finished dealing with the Avengers and Parker Industries, and have produced some results using Ultron's technology, Peter will continue his adventures.

Peter got out of bed and disappeared from the bedroom.

Sokovia.

After the time loop ended, Wanda opened a portal and took Pietro away from New York.

Using her advanced chaos magic, she recreated the destroyed building on the ruins of her former home.

Peter appeared in Wanda's bedroom, and Wanda was startled awake, sitting up in bed.

Her eyes and hands glowed crimson, and chaotic magic was poised to be unleashed.

Only after recognizing Peter did she undo the spell and angrily throw the pillow at him.

Peter hugged the pillow Wanda threw at him, walked to Wanda's bed, then lifted the covers and crawled in.

In the dark, lightless room, Peter embraced Wanda and lay down on the bed.

Wanda's voice, still grumpy from just being woken up, rang out: "I've been avoiding you, can't you just leave me alone?"

"cannot."

Peter held Wanda's warm body, feeling the sensation of his arms rubbing against her nightgown and skin.

Peter rubbed his face against Wanda's, then tried to reach for her lips, but she dodged him.

"Stingy," Peter muttered under his breath.

Wanda's tone was cold and distant: "You have a boyfriend, so can you please stop bothering me? Where's your Gwen?"

Peter didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then what about what happened before?"

"I was bewitched back then, but now I have no feelings for you anymore," the witch said, her tone revealing a hint of impatience. "Could you please stop hugging me like a pervert?"

Peter buried his face in Wanda's chest: "I want to."

As he spoke, he rubbed against it, greedily savoring the taste of Wanda.

"If you have something to say, then say it. If not, please leave, okay?"

Peter's muffled voice rang out: "Can't sleep—"

"So you're going to bother me because you can't sleep?"

Peter hugged Wanda tightly, their bodies pressed together so closely that Wanda's body was squeezed into an exaggerated arc.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Wanda punched Peter in the back.

"It would be nice to die in your arms."

The kiss landed on the skin of her chest that wasn't covered by her nightgown, and Wanda's body stiffened for a moment, then her breathing unconsciously quickened.

"You say you don't like it, but your body language tells a different story."

Her lips moved slowly upwards, from her chest to her collarbone, then to her neck, chin, and finally to the corners of her mouth.

Wanda suddenly tilted her head back, avoiding Peter's kiss.

The witch reached out and placed her hand on Peter's chin, the red light from her hand illuminating the darkness.

She looked into Peter's eyes in the light, her voice no longer cold and distant, but full of love.

"Yes, I really like you. I admit you're very charming, especially the way you grit your teeth and persevere to save the world in the time loop, it really fascinates me."

Wandatou moved her hand from Peter's chin to his face, her thumb gently resting on the corner of Peter's mouth.

"But have you ever thought that the more I like you, the less I can accept our current relationship?"

Peter gazed silently at the love in Wanda's eyes—a love so intense, so pure, so full of adoration and a touch of reluctance—that it made him feel ashamed of himself.

"I can't accept that the man I like already has a girlfriend, I can't accept that I'm the third party in the relationship, and I can't accept that he can't love me wholeheartedly."

Peter placed his hand over Wanda's hand that was on his face, his expression a mixture of pain and joy.

He loved the woman before him, and she loved him with an even more passionate and purer love than he did.

But Peter couldn't bring himself to pour all his love into Wanda; his heart was filled with Wanda, but also with other people.

He couldn't bear to let go of any of them, so he had to accept all their emotional backlash.

"Yes, I can't love only you, but I also can't accept a future without you."

Peter took Wanda's hand and kissed her slightly cool fingers.

"A crisis like Ultron will definitely not be the last. I don't know if I'll be so lucky next time."

Peter placed Wanda's hand on his chest, letting her feel the beating of his heart inside his chest.

He continued, "I could lose you at any moment, or I could lose all of you. I—I know it sounds awful to say this, but I don't want to have any regrets. I'm just greedy; I want to possess everyone I love at the same time, so that you'll still love me even knowing there are other people in the picture."

Wanda pressed her face against Peter's chest: "Your greed might result in you getting nothing."

"So you have the heart to let me die with regrets?"

Wanda nudged Peter's side: "You always say such unlucky things."

Peter feigned sadness and said, "Without you, my life would be incomplete, and I would die with regrets."

"But I really can't get over it myself, Peter."

Wanda looked up and stared intently at Peter: "The more I love you, the less I can accept that your love for me is imperfect."

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After saying that, she buried her head in Peter's chest, not daring to look him in the eye again.