America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“Yes,” Yelena replied.

"I've brought you some things; I hope you'll like them."

Yelena stood at the front door with Lisa holding her hand, while Wade turned around, walked to the car, and took a box of hot sauce out of the trunk.

"This is what I won."

"Standing before you now is the hottest eater in New York!" Wade announced loudly.

"I can't eat spicy food." Lisa's smile vanished instantly.

"It's okay, I have other gifts for you."

Wade pulled out a red shirt with a black skull pattern on the chest.

"This is the T-shirt I wore when I won the competition. I'm giving it to you, Lisa. It even has my signature on it."

Wade handed the shirt to Lisa, who put it on right there and then.

The skull shirt was too big for her; it looked like a dress.

"Call me when you run out of the hot sauce, and I'll bring you more," Wade said.

"How many bottles of chili peppers did you win?" Yelena asked.

"Not many, just over three hundred bottles," Wade replied with a smile.

“Has your sister contacted you recently? Tell me where she is, and I can mail her some things,” Wade said.

"I don't know," Yelena shook her head.

"It seems she doesn't have that blessing." Wade said with a regretful expression.

"I'm going to deliver hot sauce to other friends. Remember to try my hot sauce. Goodbye."

Wade waved goodbye, turned around, and got into his car.

"Lisa, never develop feelings for this kind of man, understand?" Yelena said to Lisa.

“I know, otherwise Uncle Wade would have been arrested and sent to jail by the police,” Lisa said.

That's not what I meant.

“What does that mean?” Lisa asked.

Yelena sighed.

“What do you mean by sighing?” Lisa asked.

"Can't you act like a normal little girl?" Yelena asked.

“You’re even more abnormal than me. Look at what you’ve been doing at your school,” Lisa said.

"I am upholding justice and letting capitalist boys taste the iron fist of the former Soviet Union."

"Yelena, you're just looking for an excuse to hit me."

"I can't explain it to you."

Chapter 334 Limitations

Traditional print media is still too limited. When Ben Parker got home, Peter and Aunt May were watching a special news report on TV.

"Watching this? Every TV station in New York is watching it." Uncle Ben glanced at the screen and looked at Peter.

“He’ll improve next time,” Peter said.

Peter's intention in hanging the criminals' pickup truck in the middle of the road was good, but it gradually turned into a bad thing in the subsequent handling by the NYPD.

Peter thought the New York Police Department could handle it, but he was wrong.

This was an unprecedented event for the New York Police Department and the New York Fire Department.

The criminals in the pickup truck were apprehended by the New York Police Department immediately, but the pickup truck, which was suspended by spider webs, became a major problem.

Upon hearing the news, New Yorkers and tourists flocked to the scene to take photos and commemorate the occasion. Professors from various universities in New York City also rushed over, hoping to obtain spider web material for research.

Finally, even the mayor of New York City joined in the fun, giving a television interview amidst the bewildered New York firefighters, and indicating that some of the spider webs might be preserved in this section of the road as a new tourist attraction in New York.

"Peter, how was the first aid training course?" Uncle Ben asked Peter.

"This is the first time I've learned that in emergency situations, the count starts from 1001, so verbal counting is the closest to one second," Peter replied.

Peter was chased by police and criminals just as he was leaving the training center after class today.

“Let’s have dinner. Let’s just leave the TV on,” Aunt Mei said.

“Listen to what the experts invited by these people from the TV station have to say…” Uncle Ben smiled.

Aliens do exist.

He is hiding among us.

"Today, the Spider-Boy from Spider Planet couldn't help but reveal himself, showing us his abilities like Superman, the son of Krypton..."

Peter listened to the experts on the TV program, scratching his head, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

What Spider Planet? He's 100% an Earthling.

“I reckon they can keep this show going for a whole week,” Uncle Ben said.

“How did they know it was a boy? Couldn’t it have been Spider Girl?” Aunt May asked.

"No one has taken a picture of Spider-Man now, and even eyewitnesses say they didn't see him clearly."

“Jameson is offering a $300 bounty for a picture of Spider-Man,” Uncle Ben said, glancing at Peter, who then met his gaze.

“I’m thinking of trying my luck tomorrow to see if I can take a picture of Spider-Man, Aunt May, do you allow it?” Peter asked.

"Peter, don't get involved."

“If Spider-Man really wants to be a superhero like in the comics, then he’ll be appearing in dangerous situations. Go home as soon as you finish your training,” Aunt May told Peter.

“Yes, Peter, you should listen to May,” Uncle Ben said with a smile.

"Are you, Li Qun, and Gwen taking different training courses?" Uncle Ben asked.

"Yes. This way we can get the most documents in the limited time."

……

……

"Liqun, have you watched TV?" Gwen was on the phone with Liqun.

"I'm watching. Gwen, have you had dinner?"

“I’m eating now. My dad’s working overtime tonight, so I’m eating dinner alone,” Gwen said.

"Aren't you scared?" Gwen asked.

"afraid of what?"

“Spider,” Gwen said.

“It’s alright. I don’t have arachnophobia,” Li Qun replied.

"Could this be the first step in a spider-aliens invasion of Earth? One day in the future, the entire city of New York will be entangled in spider webs, and spider-aliens will lay their eggs in people's mouths like aliens," Gwen said.

“That’s terrible,” Li Qun said.

“Gwen, actually today isn’t Spider-Man’s first day fighting crime. Remember the urban legends that have been circulating these past few months? Spider-Man has just started being active during the day.”

“My dad is working overtime for this guy. I heard he’s going to compile a file specifically for him and re-examine some of the cases where the complainant was suspected of being under the influence of drugs or alcohol.”

"What is Uncle George's attitude towards Spider-Man? Does he support him and help him, or does he want to arrest him?" Li Qun asked.

“He never readily expresses his opinion on these matters; he’s probably a centrist, neither supporting nor opposing,” Gwen replied.

“I’m actually quite supportive of Spider-Man. Who wouldn’t want a reassuring superhero in their city?” Gwen said.

“Aren’t you afraid of the crime escalating? From now on, the crimes you encounter when you go out will be committed by supervillains,” Li Qun said.

“Then more superheroes will step forward,” Gwen said.

Wade listened to Li Qun and Gwen on the phone, and slowly raised his thumb at Li Qun.

“I want to create a fan website for Spider-Man, documenting everything he’s done and the news media’s coverage and opinions on those events,” Li Qun said.

“Keep it up, I bet there are a lot of people who think the same way as you,” Gwen said.

“I will do it faster than anyone else,” Li Qun said with a smile.

“Let me know when the website is finished, so I can see how fast you can be,” Gwen said.

"I'll start tonight."

Don't stay up too late.

Li Qun and Gwen talked on the phone for over an hour, and Wade, standing beside them, marveled at how long the two of them could talk.

"Could you make me a fan website?" Wade asked Li Qun.

“I can create a static webpage for you,” Li Qun said.

"That's terrible treatment. I'm Deadpool."

"You haven't become as popular as Peter."

How can I become famous?

“Let’s have a fight with Hulk in Chinatown,” Li Qun said.

……

……

In Osborn Labs, Norman and Walter are watching frame-by-frame footage of New York firefighters dismantling a spider web.

“Walter, do you remember that night? We met him a long time ago,” Norman said.

“I was drunk, how much do you remember?” Walter asked Norman.

Norman thought back for a moment, but he didn't remember much.

“I’ve analyzed his spiderwebs; they’re organic,” Norman said.