[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Peter almost fled back home, and ran straight to his room without paying attention to Aunt May and Uncle Ben's greetings.

Today since a visit to Osborne Industries, nothing has been quite right and his hands have become sticky - even stuck to a lady's dress, which has gotten him into a lot of trouble again.Then he found that his speed increased, his strength became stronger - he could even jump to the top of the car easily, this is wrong, this is too wrong, and he can shoot spider silk from his fingers - seriously?He is not a spider!

But he was bitten by a spider.Peter felt something stuck in his throat, maybe it was a virus, he thought, maybe he was infected - but what virus would have this effect?Is he dying?

His mind was in a mess, maybe he should tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben?They're just downstairs.

No, he couldn't make them worry anymore.

Ned?

No, Ned couldn't help saying it, he would, he'd think it was cool.

Mr. Zemo?Helmut?

Peter finds this option too tempting, Mr. Zemo seems solid, maybe he'll work out a solution with Peter, he won't snitch - but it won't work.Peter made himself sober, Mr. Zemo didn't know anything about biotechnology, and he didn't even go to college to join the army.

But it's always good to tell him, two people are always more powerful than one, and I always need to let the other person know the secret and share it for me?

No, no, no.

Peter lay down on the desk in frustration. On the left was Zemo's bedroom with no light. The bedroom had been without light since Peter came back, but it was already 01:30 in the morning.

Peter tried to sit up, but unexpectedly found that his hands were stuck to the desk again, so he leaned down on the desk again as if he lost his strength.

Mr. Zemo didn't know what he was busy with recently, he thought, is he really looking for a job?But no matter what, Mr. Zemo had enough things, and Peter couldn't bear to bother him any more.

But no matter how busy you are, you won't even have time to reply a text message.Peter thought to himself, and he really had very little contact with himself recently, and he also declined Aunt May's dinner invitation-he never refused before.

Peter could see Zemo come home, he could see him shut the door, but he couldn't see the lights in their house come on.There was no response to his notes, even a short "oh" message.

He got up again - this time with no hindrance - and pulled out his phone, tapping on Mr. Zemo's name.

"Mr. Zemo, are you busy with work recently?"

delete.

"Mr. Zemo actually works as a security guard"

Delete

"Mr. Zemo, don't stay up too late."

Delete

"Mr. Zemo, you have to pay attention to your health."

Delete

"Mr. Zemo, I know you are busy, but I miss you so much."

delete.

Peter curled his lip at himself and lay back on the bed. He looked at the star-shaped lights on the ceiling and closed his eyes.He began to think about Mr. Zemo again, his hand touching Peter's hair through the car door, his smiling side face while watching a movie, Peter felt a sore pain in his chest.He couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and typed a few lines again.

"Mr. Zemo, why have you ignored me recently?"

delete.

It made him look like he was blaming Mr. Zemo, which he definitely didn't mean.

Ahhhh so annoying!

Peter jumped on the bed violently, pulled the pillow to his side half-deadly, and covered his head.

Upstairs opposite Peter's room, that is, in the attic of Zemo's house, he faced the computer's flashing cold screen expressionlessly, and took a sip of the warm Red Bull next to him.

His head was hurting, and his heart was beating fast, as if something was pressing on his heart.His physical condition—he knew it must be terrible, no one's body can survive the rotation of Red Bull sleeping pills for weeks on end.But he will not choose to go to the doctor. The doctor's advice needs to be implemented to be effective, and he will not follow it at all.

In the process of searching for the West Wind project, he found out the rest of the Hydra plans, and he recorded them all in the form of paper and pen, because he did not trust the Internet, but he still failed to find the exact location of the West Wind project base clues.After another two weeks, he gave up the computer and turned to asking insiders.That might be easier than it is now.

It's boring, he thought.The weather was supposed to be cool, but he sealed all the windows in the attic, and put barbed wire on the vents to slow down the air circulation. The computer running at high speed had excellent heating capacity, and he felt like he was in the middle of a stove. beside.

At 02:30 in the morning he still couldn't find anything, so he decided to go to bed.After taking a hasty shower, he closed the curtains, took sleeping pills, and fell on the bed.

You are overdrawing your body, he said to himself in a daze.

fuck it.

It was he himself who answered this concern.

Zemo was woken up by the alarm, the alarm at 08:30, he is very sensitive to the sound of the explosion, so his alarm is the sound of the explosion.He stuffed a supermarket sandwich into the microwave and poured himself a glass of iced milk before he could cover his dark circles with foundation to avoid unnecessary suspicion.

The doorbell rang, just as the microwave had finished its work and dinged to indicate that Zemo's chicken sandwich filled with pesticide-sprayed lettuce, additives, cheese, and line-killed chicken was ready to eat. .

Zemo was a little annoyed and a little bit about smashing the microwave, because the guy couldn't pretend he wasn't home.

The doorbell rang, but Zemo glanced at the door anyway and saw that it was Peter outside, carrying his schoolbag and looking like he was going to school.

Zemo rubbed his temples. Although he didn't know what Peter was doing, he found that he still couldn't let Peter Parker just stand outside the door so stupidly.

"Hey, Peter." He forced a smile and opened the door. "What's the matter?"

"My God." Peter looked surprised. "What happened? Mr. Zemo?"

Zemo knew he was talking about his shit-like face, so he smiled: "It's nothing, I often stay up late recently." He didn't say anything more, and hoped that Peter would stop asking.

Now he was not sure that he would be able to spin a watertight lie right away.

"Anything else?" he asked.Peter looked worried. At this moment, he began to hope that Peter was the kind of heartless and ordinary teenager who would never care about the dark circles of the neighbors, but Peter was too kind, kindness was a bit too much.