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Chapter 135

"Finally... it's over."

Half-kneeling on the edge of the rooftop, Peter collapsed and breathed a sigh of relief.

This scene was broadcast by the TV station on the big screen in Times Square in New York.

"Well done!"

"Spider-Man... is awesome!"

The crowd in Times Square instantly burst into warm cheers.

On the big screen, Peter, wearing a black symbiote suit, knelt on the rooftop, with the dawn skyline in front of him.

The sense of fate was full.

At this time, Jonathan came up and gently put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Well done, Peter, but..."

He pointed to the helicopter in the sky that was still broadcasting the picture in real time.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? You know, your wanted warrant seems to have not been removed from the official website of the New York City Police Department..."

"If you don't want to reveal your identity..."

"I have to leave immediately..."

"It's just... Harry, where did you get these symbiotes?"

"You know... my father is a researcher... It's normal, isn't it normal to catch a few symbiotes?"

"Okay..."

Unable to find out anything, Peter had to turn his head and look at the place where the sheriff fell, with a trace of grief in his eyes.

This victory came at a heavy price, but at least...

He did not let down the sheriff's trust and sacrifice.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your father-in-law is not dead yet, I just took a symbiote and put it on him, um... it's similar to the one on you."

Jonathan said.

"The ambulance and the police will be here soon... Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him before I leave... My stuff is still with your father-in-law."

"Then... this symbiote?"

"If you like it, I'll give it to you... I have a lot of them."

Jonathan shrugged.

"And don't you think... you've become much stronger after having it? And look at the suit... It basically strengthens you from the inside out."

"Okay... I'll take it then, thank you Harry."

Then Peter shot out a spider silk and swung towards the distant buildings.

The black figure drew a clever arc in the night light and disappeared into the city skyline.

"Venom... See if you can change Peter's character like in the classic trilogy... Kindness is fine."

"But you can't be ridden by others..."

Just as Jonathan was about to go back, he suddenly felt something.

At the same time.

Marvel main universe.

No Heroes Return timeline.

Peter Parker stood on the roof of a run-down apartment building in Queens, staring at the flashing neon lights across the street.

There were a few bruises hidden under his uniform, left by the entanglement with the Disaster Control Department agents this morning.

In the name of investigation, they actually wanted to drag him to slice...

In the cold wind, Peter unconsciously wrapped the thin jacket tightly.

"Hey, Spider-Man! Get out of our community!"

Angry shouts came from downstairs.

Peter didn't look down, he had heard enough of such voices recently.

Ever since that bastard Mysterio played the edited video on the big screen in Times Square, his life has been completely turned upside down.

Thinking back to that day, Peter still has lingering fears.

In the video, he was deliberately portrayed as a brutal murderer, while Mysterio became a martyred hero.

What's more, his true identity was also made public. From that moment on, both Peter Parker and Spider-Man lost their homes.

"Peter, dinner is ready."

Aunt May's gentle voice came from the window, interrupting his thoughts.

"Come right up, Aunt May."

Peter took a last look at the street and climbed into the window lightly.

On the dining table, Aunt May was sprinkling Parmesan cheese on macaroni.

This was the third time they had macaroni this week-

Since the incident, Aunt May has taken a long vacation and stayed at home with Peter.

"How was your day?"

Aunt May tried to ask in a relaxed tone, but Peter could hear the worry in her voice.

"Not bad."

Peter forced a smile.

"Matt Murdock said the bail has been settled."

"That blind lawyer is really good."

Aunt May nodded.

"But his fee..."

"I'll find a way, Aunt May."

Peter lowered his head and fiddled with the noodles.

"Maybe I can deliver pizza, or be a bodyguard with Happy..."

Before he finished speaking, a stone suddenly smashed the living room window.

Along with the sound of breaking glass, a piece of paper with the words "Murderer" fell to the ground.

Aunt May sighed and stood up to pick up the broken glass.

This is the fifteenth time this week.

"I'm sorry, Aunt May."

Peter clenched his fists,

"It's all because of me..."

"Don't say that, Peter."

Aunt May put down the broom and hugged her nephew tightly.

"This is not your fault. Uncle Ben always said, 'With great power comes great responsibility'. You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you. "

Peter leaned on Aunt May's shoulder, feeling her warmth.

Aunt May has been his only family since Uncle Ben and Tony left.

But now, even this last harbor has been turned upside down.

After dinner, Peter returned to his room. On the bedside table was a rejection letter from MIT -

Because of the "recent controversial incident", his, Ned's and MJ's applications were all rejected.

The newspaper headline on the wall was still eye-catching:

"Spider-Man: Hero or Terrorist?"

The phone vibrated, it was a message from Ned.

"Dude, are you okay? Someone painted your graffiti at school again today..."

Peter did not reply.

He walked to the window and looked at the night view of New York. The Chinese restaurant on the corner was hung with red colored lights, which suddenly reminded him of something.

"Maybe..."

Peter muttered to himself.

"Maybe he can help me. "

The next morning, Peter arrived at 177A Bleecker Street.

This ancient building is still solemn and majestic, as if it is out of tune with the bustling modern city around it.

"Peter Parker."

Stephen Strange stood at the top of the steps, his red and blue cloak fluttering gently in the wind.

"I knew you would come sooner or later."

"Mr. Strange,"

Peter walked up the steps quickly.

"I need your help."

Inside the temple, ancient magic artifacts were displayed on oak bookshelves, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent.