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"So, Peter, are you free tonight?"

"I'm free, but...are you sure this is a good idea?"

Peter asked hesitantly, his fingers pinching unconsciously.

Even though he and Gwen had only been together for a short time, Peter was not prepared to meet the parents so soon.

Hearing Peter's obvious hesitation, Gwen giggled playfully, a hint of teasing in her voice.

"What's wrong... Honey, are you afraid of my dad? Don't worry, he won't eat you."

"I……"

Peter took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more relaxed.

"Okay, I'll be there...about when?"

"Very good!"

Gwen exclaimed happily.

"It's seven in the evening, remember not to be late."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Peter fell into deep thought.

I don’t seem to have anything to show for myself… What should I do when attending a family dinner?

Borrowing clothes from Harry?

No, Peter would feel bad if he made more requests because he helped him make his own battle suit.

After much thought, Peter returned home and took out the old-fashioned handmade suit that Aunt May had given him. After washing and drying it, he used an iron to "refresh" it again.

This is his greatest asset.

I hope I can leave a good impression on my future father-in-law...

That evening, at six fifty.

Peter stood in front of Stacy's house holding a carefully packaged red wine gift box (picked by Aunt May herself).

He took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and rang the doorbell.

As footsteps were heard, the door opened quickly.

The person who opened the door was an elegant middle-aged lady with a gentle and friendly temperament and a kind face.

"Oh...you must be Peter."

She spoke enthusiastically, taking the gift box from Peter and welcoming him into the room with her other hand.

"Come in...you don't need to take off your shoes..."

Gwen's mother, Helen Stacy, smiled as she led Peter into the house and down the hallway to the living room.

The dining table is an iconic round table design, which is already filled with food, and the air is filled with the tempting aroma of barbecue.

Gwen was setting the table at this time. When she saw her mother bringing Peter in, she immediately gave an encouraging smile.

However, when Peter's eyes turned to the man sitting at the head of the table, who was obviously Gwen's father, he suddenly felt nervous.

Damn...it turns out that the person who announced that he was going to arrest me this morning was actually Gwen's father?

I hope he doesn't notice anything...

George Stacy is a man with a serious expression. His many years of police career have given him a pair of sharp eyes and an intimidating aura.

Seeing Peter come in, he put down the newspaper and stood up, then looked Peter up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, which made Peter feel uncomfortable.

"Good evening...Mr. Parker."

George held out a hand, his voice low and strong.

"I've often heard Gwen talk about you."

Peter could only try to stay calm, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

“It’s nice to meet you… Sheriff George.”

George nodded slightly and shook Peter's hand.

His palms were rough and strong, and Peter could clearly feel the marks left on them by years of police work.

"You and Gwen are boyfriend and girlfriend, there's no need to be so distant. Just call me uncle."

"Okay, Uncle George."

"Okay... come on, everyone take a seat."

Gwen's mother Helen spoke gently, easing the slightly tense atmosphere.

Soon after everyone sat down at the table, the family dinner began.

However, the atmosphere at the table was a little stiff at first.

Peter chose his topics carefully, mainly talking about things at school, and Gwen beside him joined in from time to time, quickly livening up the atmosphere.

"So, Peter..."

George spoke after eating for a while.

“What do you think about the safety of the city?”

His professional disease struck. Although Peter was his daughter's boyfriend, George couldn't help but test him.

There's nothing wrong with testing one's moral character, right?

Peter didn't know what his father-in-law was asking, so he could only answer carefully.

"Well... a lot has happened recently, uncle, and I think... everyone wants this city to be safer."

George nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, safety is our top priority...but do you think people like Spider-Man are helping or making things worse?"

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

Peter was nervous alone.

He just felt his heartbeat speeding up crazily.

"I think ... he might just be trying to help the victims that the police couldn't get to in time."

George was not satisfied with Peter's answer.

"Peter...you are still too young, you may not understand the complexity of the situation."

"This Spider-Man has no idea of ​​the law and the consequences of his actions."

"His existence will only encourage more people to imitate him, which will lead to the breakdown of social order."

Peter was not convinced. According to Uncle Ben's situation, the police could not solve it in time...

Why?

His hands trembled slightly under the table as he tried to control his emotions, but the fire in his heart burned more and more fiercely.

"...Maybe Spider-Man is just meant to be a supplement. He's not trying to replace the police but to help when the police can't arrive in time."

Hearing this, George sneered and his eyes became sharp.

“You are so naive... You have no idea of ​​the dark side of this city. This kind of behavior will only make criminals more rampant.

Have you ever thought that once they commit crimes in the name of vigilantes, the order of the entire city will be disrupted?"

"But, then..."

Peter felt his throat tighten and he swallowed hard.

He knew that what Sheriff George said was true... He really hadn't thought deeply about these issues.

But he also knew that without him, more innocent people would be hurt and not be helped in time.

Just like Uncle Ben.

The more Peter thought about it, the more upset he became…if it weren't for Harry, Uncle Ben might have been gone long ago.

"I see your point, Uncle."

Peter tried to keep his voice calm.

"But without Spider-Man...what about all the people he saved? Sometimes conventional methods may not be able to deal with all threats."

"That's true, but every time Spider-Man comes out to 'help', it creates a lot of extra work for us police officers."

"We need to collect evidence and ensure that criminals don't get away with it due to procedural issues. If that happens... it would be a complete mess!"

Peter wanted to continue the debate, but Gwen on the side clearly saw the seriousness of the situation... If he continued, Peter's impression in front of his father might be greatly reduced.

So, Gwen quickly interrupted them.

"Hey...Peter, can you come up to the balcony with me for a minute? I want to talk to you about something."

Peter, who had a lot to say, followed Gwen onto the balcony.

The night breeze gently brushed the tips of their hair. In the distance, the neon lights were like stars, outlining the dazzling night scene of New York.

The hustle and bustle of the city was isolated outside the glass door, with only the faint sound of sirens echoing in the night sky.

Reaching a corner, Gwen turned to face Peter.

The moonlight softly fell on her delicate face, and her eyes were filled with confusion.

"Peter, what's wrong with you today... You should be very humble normally..."

"Tell me, Peter, why are you so hell-bent on defending Spider-Man?"

Peter took a deep breath and clenched his hands unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

My father-in-law opened his mouth in front of me...

You can't say you are Spider-Man, right?

Seeing that Peter didn't want to talk, Gwen, who had a good temper, became a little angry. She immediately turned around and wanted to go back inside.

At this moment, Peter saw Gwen's reaction, and he became anxious. He quickly shot out a ball of spider silk from his hand. The silk stuck to a corner of Gwen, and then he pulled it hard with his hand.

Gwen spun back around and fell into Peter's arms.

"You... So you are Spider-Man... Um..."

Before Gwen could react again, her lips were covered by Peter.