People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Peter sits on the roof of a skyscraper wearing a classic red and blue tights.

Overlook.

I don’t think the scenery is so beautiful, maybe I’m used to it.

He pulled off his hood, showing a tired expression.

very tired……

"Can you still hold on?" Peter asked himself.

Class.

part time.

vigilante.

Take classes - He is still a student, so of course he has to take classes.

He wants to get into a good university, find a good job after graduation, support Aunt Mei, and have a wife and children.

Simple and unpretentious.

It’s the opposite of the chuunibyou disease in which people with superpowers are the boss and I’m the second child.

Yes, even after gaining superpowers, Peter still didn't change his mind.Many people don’t understand, like Mike: there is no need to worry about being exploited by the system. Isn’t it okay to rob the rich and give to the poor?

I can only say that everyone has their own ideas and practices.

Part-time job - although the boss treats him a bit like a brick to be put wherever needed, the money he gives is a lot, and he keeps threatening to deduct his salary, but in fact he has never deducted it so far.Unlike other convenience store owners who often make excuses to buy clothes here and there, it’s like Grandet is possessed.

The most important thing is that the boss often treats guests to dinner, sometimes cooking or hotpot, sometimes taking out food, depending on the boss's mood.At first, Peter was a little uncomfortable - Americans are more accustomed to AA, and sometimes lovers and even couples pay their own way.

"The boss is a good guy." Peter naturally issued a good guy card.

There were a few times when Peter, who was in a hurry, accidentally demonstrated his superpower. He used spider silk to stick items that fell off the shelves, and was seen by his boss.

"Crap!" thought Peter.

Many people extremely hate people with super powers.

"Sure enough..." Peter lamented inwardly that this job was useless again.Again... so sad to rush off.

Watching the boss run over angrily.

He yelled at him: "Asshole, what did you do to my product? The sticky spider webs are stuck on it. Customers think someone did something indescribable to the product. Clean it up!"

"Huh?!" Peter was stunned.

Clean up the cobwebs quickly.

As he pinched the spider silk, Peter thought of some kind of white, turbid, viscous liquid.

I want to cry without tears.

How to use spider silk "biubiubiu" in the future.

Especially when you spray it in other people's faces.

"Wait, the boss knows that this is a spider web? So not only the identity of the superpower is exposed, but also the Spider-Man's trumpet?"

Peter watched his boss slumped on the sofa, laughing at the TV show.

"I'm overthinking it."

It turns out he didn't think much of it.As time went by, Peter discovered that his boss was no ordinary person.In other words, the boss had no intention of hiding it at all.

Also, Peter discovers that Skye has a dragon.

dragon!

Oh my gosh...even though this dragon is small, cute, and looks very shy.

But that's a dragon too!

Peter likes the working environment here, where no one thinks of him as a spider freak.

Finally, there are the vigilantes - they become vigilantes, roughly because of two sentences: "Your father often said that when a person has the ability to help others, then he must do it" and "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." big".

"You, what do you want to do..., help, help!!!"

Peter, who was exhausted and thinking wildly, heard the voice calling for help. He suddenly became energetic and grabbed the spider silk and swung over.

Three hoodlums cornered a young girl into an alley.Originally they just wanted to grab some money, but the girl's beautiful appearance gave them other evil thoughts.

The girl cried helplessly for help and prayed to God in her heart.

"Hey, you three, can you be respectful to ladies? Don't forget that the mother who gave birth to you is also a lady."

Peter's voice was like the sound of nature.

Three spider webs fixed the three gangsters to the wall.

The three gangsters breathed fragrance, and then their mouths were sealed by spider webs.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Peter asked. "I've called the police. The police will be here soon. I'm your good neighbor, Spider-Man, don't be afraid."

"I know you, Spider-Man, thank you, thank you for saving me. Without you, I really don't know what would have happened...Thank you." The young girl was still frightened.

"You're welcome, okay, I have to go. The police are almost here. They don't like me a little. You know, some people are allergic to masked tights." Peter turned around and said, "By the way, a young and beautiful person like you Madam, it’s best not to walk in such remote alleys at night.”

"I got off work too late today, so I just wanted to take a shortcut. I won't do it again. Thank you. From now on, I will be your loyal fan." The girl waved excitedly.

She had heard some colleagues who felt good about themselves discussing Spider-Man. Some people liked it, while others thought Spider-Man was just a criminal wearing a mask.

criminal?

If someone answers your prayers when you are desperate and fearful, who cares whether he is a devil or a criminal?

"He is my hero." The girl's eyes were bright.

Peter checked the time and said, "Damn it, it's too late. Aunt May will be home soon."

Aunt May, who worked part-time at a dry cleaners in the evenings, would come to his room after get off work and take a look - knocking on the door first, of course.

Peter hurriedly went home lying on the cobwebs.

"Peter, are you asleep?" Aunt May's voice.

"Not yet, but ready to go to bed." Peter, who had not yet taken off his tights, quickly took off his hood and quickly got into bed.

"May I come inside?"

"Of course, yes, yes." Peter found that he had forgotten to close the window, so he quickly popped out the spider silk and pulled it down.

The window just closed.

Aunt Mei opened the door and happened to see Peter who looked unnatural.

Smile.

The adolescent boy was hiding in bed alone, looking unnatural...

"Oh, I'm sorry." Aunt Mei turned back and closed the door, and said outside the door: "Peter, it's a rare weekend, do you want to go shopping together in the supermarket tomorrow?"

Peter: "Aunt May, have you forgotten, I have to work part-time this weekend."

"Oh, okay."

Peter scratched his head, feeling that Aunt May had misunderstood something.

the next day.

"Good morning, Old Earl!"

At 08:30, Old Earl was opening the door, and Peter greeted him warmly.

"Peter, you're in good spirits." Old Earl was in good spirits as usual.

Peter helped Old Earl get ready for the door, then began sweeping the floor, cleaning the windows, and finally opening the mail.

In the mail was an email sent to him by Skye, which listed the tasks he had to do today.

"Clean the public areas of Buildings 1 to 30, wash and dry the floor mats, check out tenants on 3-502 and [-]-[-], and tidy up the rooms." It's no different from usual, except that today is the weekend and the workload is more than usual.

"Come on!" More work means more working hours and more salary. Peter seemed to be in high spirits when he saw the green dollar bills.

The joy of working as a worker is that simple.

Suddenly, Peter saw Mike walking down from the second floor with a gloomy face.

This is what the boss does every time he is woken up.

When I wake up, the gas is like natural gas, and it will explode at a moment's notice.

At this time, Peter wisely stayed away to avoid harming the fish.