Marvel's The Force Awakens

Gewen's home is not far from the amusement park.

Peter suggested calling a taxi, while Gwen thought a 10-minute walk back would be a better option.However, she seemed to have overestimated her resistance to sweets. A small detour and a party in front of a milk tea shop almost doubled the 10 minutes.

When they arrived downstairs in the apartment, it was almost dusk.The setting sun is about to disappear on the horizon, igniting the clouds on the horizon with its last red brilliance.On a sudden impulse, Peter took out his mobile phone and recorded this scene together with Gwen.But when he wanted to take a second photo, Gewen pushed his phone away with a smile.

"Would you like to come in for some tea or do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?"

"Just black tea, no sugar or milk."

"You are really weird." Gewen made a face at him, and then pushed the door of her house open.And in the next moment, she had to hide the eccentric side of her personality and become the lady in the eyes of everyone again.The reason is simple. George Stacey is sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Back." George put down the New York Daily News in his hand and took off his reading glasses.Gewen kissed him on the face and stood aside restrainedly.George glanced at Peter and couldn't help but sigh.

"Peter, why don't you stay for dinner? I brought back some cold ham and roasted ribs from the work. Gwen will make a mushroom and bacon spaghetti later."

"Hey, is that okay?" Peter, who was debating whether he should come forward to say hello or sneak away quietly, was stunned. "Then...that's my great honor."

He regretted it as soon as he said it. Aunt Mei must have started preparing dinner at this time. She would be quite disappointed if she knew that he would not come back for dinner.On the other hand, it would indeed be rude for him to refuse George's invitation now.

Okay, sorry Aunt May.

Peter sent a quick text to Aunt May.Although she is a bit slow to pick up many modern technology products, she still has no problem with these basic functions.Gwen had already gone upstairs to change clothes, and George, who had just made a cup of tea from the kitchen, waved to Peter and motioned for Peter to sit down on the sofa opposite him.

"Here, your black tea."

Peter took the black tea with some trepidation, his mind constantly thinking about whether he had said something that was not suitable for George to hear.But George had already spoken, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a topic that Peter didn't want to talk about.

"First of all, I'm glad that you at least have better self-control. At least none of the people you sent to the police station recently were beaten to brain hemorrhage by you. That's really gratifying. Do you think we should open a bottle of wine to celebrate a little bit? "George's slightly mocking tone still sounded very cold, but it was much better than the hostility a few weeks ago.

"Sorry, I'm not 21 yet and can't drink."

George frowned, and Peter suddenly yelled that something was wrong.This sentence, which was supposed to be a joke, turned into a different kind of counterattack after he said it in a stiff tone.But George just looked uncertain for a few seconds and then forgot about the matter.

"Then I won't talk nonsense. I hope you will suspend all your nighttime activities for the next period of time, to be precise until we solve this mess."

George's words were very direct, but Peter couldn't give an answer for a while.He took a sip of black tea, which tasted much bitterer than what he was used to.After staring at the exquisite ceramic tea set for nearly half a minute, Peter spoke.

"Why now"

"Because things are getting serious now," George replied, and Peter could even feel his fatigue through his tone. "You have to know that before the Fisker case came out, these illegal groups in New York would be somewhat restrained. But now they seem to have been dazzled by power, and some people have no regard for the overall situation and directly launch large-scale massacre."

"Then this

Don't you need my help more?" Peter asked in a low voice. "Just think, if you can help me, we can prevent these massacres from happening. "

George chuckled. There was some mockery and disdain in the laughter at first, but they were quickly replaced by helplessness.

"Stop the massacre from happening, Peter, you are not Captain America. I have seen how badly you were injured. You are a human being of flesh and blood, not the superhero that those people brag about." George raised his right hand to his ear and made a gesture Shooting to the temple gesture. "As long as this happens, you won't be able to escape death."

"But Mr. Stacey, the situation was different that time." Peter was slightly dissatisfied. "You have to believe me, ordinary gangsters..."

"But now you're not dealing with those gangsters that can be found everywhere on the roadside, Peter." George quickly interrupted Peter. "These people are organized and have weapons. Damn it, I even think they have people up there. And, can you guarantee that the situation you mentioned will never happen again?"

"I..." Peter seemed a little speechless. His face was red, but he couldn't find a way to convince George.

"Peter, I believe you. That's why I didn't arrest you and send you to the police station. I believe you have the ability and sincerity to help others." George patted Peter's shoulder, and his own expression also dropped. "But this time is different. You have to believe me. I really don't want to see your body at a certain scene. I don't want to comfort the heartbroken Gwen, let alone meet your uncle and aunt and tell you lies. How did they end up in this situation?"

After a brief silence, Peter struggled a little before speaking out what was in his heart. "I'm not going to put myself in danger, but I need to help those people, you know?"

"This is not your responsibility" George's tone already had a hint of annoyance.He was already a little angry at Peter's stubbornness.

He had already broken his own boundaries for this boy, and he wasn't prepared to do it a second time.

"Isn't this my responsibility? Maybe for an ordinary person, many things are indeed not his responsibility." Peter asked rhetorically. "But I could hear a person calling for help, and I had the ability to save him, but in the end I decided to ignore his cry for help and let him get injured or even die. Isn't it my responsibility to see what happened to this person in the end?"

"Of course..." This time, George could not repeat his previous words with confidence again.His brain was confused for a moment.Although at this moment he still believed that he was the right person, he was unable to organize a strong counterattack.

The dinner that followed seemed a bit dull.George hardly spoke again after his own advice failed, and Peter himself was too preoccupied to notice Gwen's various attempts to stir up conversation.The entire dinner was spent almost in silence, and by the end, Gwen was almost going crazy.She had no idea what the two men said during the five or six minutes when she disappeared.She almost wanted to kick Peter under the table to get his idea, but in the end she refrained from doing so for fear of her father finding out.

"Thank you for the hospitality. It's very late now. I should go home." After helping Gwen clean up the table, Peter said goodbye.George responded casually without standing up from his sofa.Gewen sent Peter to the door all the way, and at the same time quietly asked Peter what exactly he had said to her father just now.

"No big deal really. Talked about some stuff about his work, he's just tired, I swear."

"You really didn't swear." Gwen stared at Peter's face suspiciously, trying to get some important clues from his expression.However, at this time Peter had already turned his attention to George's room.With his Force-enhanced hearing, he easily heard a phone call that George had just answered.

"Captain...Russian gangster...Queen's block...more than 20 people..."

Although he could only catch a few extremely limited words from the vague voice, Peter clearly understood that tonight he was going to do something that would make George unhappy.