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Chapter 135 Forgetting Peter Parker

"it is finally over."

Half-kneeling on the edge of the rooftop, Peter collapsed completely and let out a long sigh of relief.

This scene happened to be broadcast by the TV station onto the big screen in Times Square in New York.

"Good job!"

"Spider-Man... that's awesome!"

The crowd in Times Square instantly burst into cheers.

On the big screen, Peter, wearing a black symbiote suit, was kneeling on the roof, with the skyline at dawn in front of him.

The sense of fatalism is at its maximum.

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

"Well done, Peter, but..."

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

"Are you sure you want to stay here? You know, your wanted warrant hasn't been removed from the New York City Police Department's official website yet..."

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

"I have to leave now..."

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

"You know...my dad is a researcher...it's normal. Isn't it normal to capture a few symbiotes?"

"All right……"

Unable to find out anything, Peter turned around and looked at where the sheriff fell, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

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

He lived up to 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 things are still with your father-in-law."

"So... this symbiote?"

"If you like it, I'll give it to you... I have a lot more on hand."

Jonathan shrugged.

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

"Okay... I'll take it then. Thank you Harry."

Then Peter shot out spider silk, which swung towards the buildings in the distance.

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

"Venom... let's see if it can change Peter's personality like in the classic trilogy... kindness is fine."

"But you can't let anyone ride on you..."

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

at the same time.

The main Marvel Universe.

No Heroes Return Timeline.

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

His uniform hid several bruises from his tussle with the Disaster Control agents that morning.

They called it an investigation, but in reality they wanted to slice him up...

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

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

Angry shouts were heard from downstairs.

Peter didn't look down; he had heard enough of that kind of noise lately.

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

Peter still feels scared when he thinks back to that day.

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

Worse still, his true identity was revealed to the public. From that moment on, both Peter Parker and Spider-Man had no place to live.

"Peter, dinner is ready."

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

"Coming right up, Aunt May."

Peter took one last look at the street and climbed lightly through the window.

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

This was the third time they had eaten macaroni this week—

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

"how are you today?"

Aunt May asked, trying to keep her tone light, but Peter could hear the worry in her voice.

"Fortunately."

Peter forced a smile.

"Matt Murdock said the bail thing has been sorted."

"That blind lawyer is really amazing."

Aunt Mei nodded.

"But his fees..."

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

Peter lowered his head and fiddled with the noodles.

"Maybe I could deliver pizzas, or be a bodyguard for Happy..."

Before he could finish his words, a stone suddenly smashed the living room window.

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

Aunt Mei sighed and stood up to clean 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 Mei put down her broom and hugged her nephew tightly.

"This isn't your fault. Uncle Ben always says, 'With great power comes great responsibility' and you did the right thing and I'm proud of you."

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

Aunt May was the only family he had ever had since Uncle Ben and Tony left.

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

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

Because of "recent controversy", his application, as well as that of Ned and MJ, was rejected.

The newspaper headlines on the wall are still eye-catching:

Spider-Man: Hero or Terrorist?

The phone vibrated. It was a message from Ned.

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

Peter didn't 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 lights, and suddenly he remembered something.

"Maybe......"

Peter muttered.

"Maybe he can help me."

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

This ancient building remains solemn and dignified, as if out of tune with the bustling modern city around it.

"Peter Parker."

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

"I knew you would come sooner or later."

"Mr. Strange,"

Peter walked quickly up the steps.

"I need your help."

Inside the temple, ancient magical artifacts are displayed on oak bookshelves and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.