Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Ever since Peter promised to help him awaken the hidden power within his bloodline, this former super hacker has been working like a maniac, throwing himself into S.H.I.E.L.D. and undergoing rigorous, almost inhuman, agent training every day.

She always believed that as long as she became strong and excellent enough, she could help Peter and stand by his side.

But this time, when a crisis capable of destroying the world descended, Peter never contacted her from beginning to end, and even completely excluded her.

This made Daisy feel an intense, unprecedented sense of insecurity and frustration.

She desperately wanted to see Peter, to get an explanation, or rather, to get a reassuring answer.

Looking at his incessantly ringing phone, Peter couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

I have indeed been neglecting that little girl too much lately.

Just as Peter was about to answer the phone, the living room door was pushed open.

Immediately afterward, three beautiful figures rushed in one after the other.

It was Gwen, Felicia, and Sif!

The moment Peter saw the three people, his hand, which was originally pressing the answer button, instantly moved to the button on the other side.

Daisy's situation can still be stalled a little longer, but these three in front of us can't be stalled at all!

Chapter 258 Sif's Suicide Attempt

"duo~"

The call was immediately disconnected.

Gwen couldn't help but tilt her head when she saw this:

Did someone call you?

"It's just a nuisance call, it's irrelevant."

Peter smoothly navigated this part without any trace of acting, and a completely natural smile immediately appeared on his face.

He felt as calm as an old dog, and even felt a little amused.

The situation is somewhat tricky, but it's much better than last time.

The incidents involving Gwen and Felicia last time have already set a precedent for him.

Having learned from that experience, his ability to handle such situations is no longer completely nonexistent.

Moreover, he had already given them a heads-up beforehand; if it weren't for the Soros affair, the three women might have met long ago.

Besides, with Felicia's "previous record," Gwen's acceptance of this kind of thing has definitely increased by more than one level.

So... let's solve this problem once and for all today!

Once he had made up his mind, Peter did not hesitate at all in his actions.

He completely ignored Sif, who was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and a look that said, "I'm very unhappy."

He jumped over them and headed straight for Gwen and Felicia.

"You've arrived."

He took the hands of both women with remarkable ease, one in each hand, a warm smile on his face, his tone full of affection and concern:

"I've been busy with parallel universes and Uncle George's election campaign lately, so I haven't had much time to spend with you all. I'm so sorry."

"Since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner tonight? It's been a while since I've shown off my cooking skills, so I'll give you a try. Just tell me what you'd like to eat, and I promise I'll satisfy you all at once."

A barrage of warm greetings made the two women smile even more broadly than AK.

Gwen and Felicia exchanged a glance, both seeing a barely concealed smile and satisfaction in each other's eyes.

That's exactly the attitude they want!

They weren't afraid of other women appearing around Peter; they were afraid that Peter would be distracted by vixens and stop paying attention to them.

Correspondingly, as long as the two of them are always the first two, then having a few more younger sisters behind them doesn't seem like... unacceptable?

After all, if Gwen were truly the kind of person who couldn't tolerate any injustice, then her story with Peter should have ended the moment Felicia appeared.

On the other side, Sif, who was standing at the doorway and treated like she was invisible, looked more than just ugly.

Who is she?

The Valkyrie of Asgard! The most dazzling jewel of the palace!

In Asgard, which man wouldn't fawn over her and try every means to please her?

When she arrived in Midgard and stood before this man, she was completely ignored.

She couldn't swallow this insult!

"Hey!"

Sif finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stomped her foot hard, making a dull thud, her voice filled with offended anger.

"Peter! Can't you see me?!"

Upon hearing this, Peter showed no sign of worry or fear, and simply replied lightly:

"I saw it."

"Then why don't you... treat me the same way you treat them!"

"This one?"

Peter's expression at this moment is practically a textbook example of a scumbag:

"You know, things have priorities. If you're not satisfied, you can leave now."

His tone remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance:

"We can talk about it later."

"I……"

Wronged.

Sif felt incredibly wronged.

Tears even started to well up in her eyes.

But he actually fell for it; Asgardian women are known for responding to force rather than gentleness.

If Peter were to shower her with sweet words and concern, she might actually look down on him and become even more arrogant.

But Peter's unquestionable and domineering attitude at this moment reminded her of the bravery and fearlessness he displayed when he fought Soros.

At the same time, Sif's belief that "this man is one of a kind in the world, and I must win him over" was strengthened.

So, even though she was stomping her feet in anger, she still stubbornly insisted:

"Why should I leave! I'll stay here and see what you can say to them now! I'll see what makes them think they can compare to me!"

Yeah, he looks exactly like a typical blonde slut...

Meanwhile, Felicia couldn't help but chuckle to herself upon seeing this.

Unable to resist, she quietly leaned close to Peter's ear and whispered a teasing remark in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Wow, you're getting better and better at it now."

"Master of PUA, is it? You've got that little princess of Asgard completely under your thumb?"

Upon hearing this, Peter's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

On the surface, however, he looked as if he didn't know what you were talking about, and simply shrugged slightly at Sif:

"whatever."

Seeing his expression, Felicia rolled her eyes and couldn't help but turn around and give Sif a provocative look. Then she took Peter's arm and pressed her body completely against him.

The sight of the fragrant tea made Sif furious; she wished she could rush up and stab Felicia right then and there.

"Alright, stop teasing her."

Gwen looked at Sif, who looked like she was about to cry, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

She then rolled her eyes at Felicia, before turning to Sif and saying:

"Ms. Sif, is that right?"

“I’ve heard Peter mention your deeds. You are a very brave female warrior, and Felicia and I are happy to be your friends.”

"So, would you like to stay for dinner? I promise, Peter's cooking will absolutely amaze you!"

Gwen has already taken the initiative to show goodwill, and even subtly expressed that as long as Sif is obedient and doesn't cause them trouble, she is willing to tacitly approve of the relationship between Peter and Sif.

This is the biggest concession she can make.

Any woman with a modicum of sense would have accepted the situation at this point.

But what Gwen never expected was...

Sif is no ordinary person.

This Asgardian Valkyrie is known for her quirky way of thinking.

Upon hearing Gwen's words, Sif not only didn't appreciate it, but instead bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She suddenly straightened her back, and her face regained its proud and stubborn expression:

"The gods of Asgard need no sympathy or pity!"

She raised her chin, like a proud peacock, and looked at Gwen and Felicia with a scrutinizing gaze.

"In Asgard, only the strong are qualified to stand beside the strong!"

"You want to be my friend, you want to share Peter with me?"

With that, she sneered and suddenly made a move with her right hand.

hum~

A soft chime.

A longsword with an ancient and ornate design and a delicate little round shield appeared out of thin air in her hands.

She pointed the tip of her sword at Gwen and Felicia, her eyes burning with fighting spirit.