Temptation on the tip of the tongue

"Is there any relation between you and Wilson?"

After experiencing endless noise, Kuaiyin finally couldn't take it anymore and opened his mouth suddenly.

Peter froze for a moment: "I don't know, this injection you gave me makes me want to talk."

Kuaiyin held his forehead in pain.

Natasha brought a bundle of firewood from a distance, and glared at Kuaiyin: "It's because you insisted on giving him an injection."

Quicksilver is innocent enough to die: "Mr. Stark told me that it wouldn't be good for any of us if his heart paralyzed, so this drug is to keep him alive, not..."

As he spoke, he gave Peter a blank look: "It's not about turning him into that bastard Wade Wilson."

Peter sat on a tall tree next to him, his legs were dangling on the trunk, and he looked up at Wanlixingkong above his head, with a fascination in his expression: "Really, have you ever taken medicine?"

Quicksilver: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Peter spoke very fast, he put his hands on his chest, gasped for breath, and showed a morbid excitement in his expression: "I have always been a good boy, so I don't know what is going on with drugs. But now I Extremely excited, that, Mr. Kuaiyin, is it normal for me to be so excited now?"

He put his hands on his chest: "I feel like my heart is about to stop beating. In fact, it has basically stopped beating. Is it normal for me to do this?"

Natasha shook her head: "The last time we met, we didn't talk so much."

Peter grabbed his heart and said quickly: "You don't need to say it, I know I'm not normal. I'm about to suffocate, but I'm so excited, maybe drug use is like this, don't tell Aunt May about it She won't be happy."

Natasha sat down beside the fire: "If you make his blood flow faster, won't the infection speed up?"

Kuaiyin shook his head: "I don't know either."

Peter on the tree suddenly said, "Miss Normanov?"

Natasha has been bothered by his nonsense for a day, she looked up helplessly: "What's wrong?"

Peter said: "I've been numb for almost four weeks, but now I'm like alive. I mean my heart is beating like it's suffocating, but I'm still alive."

Natasha; "Oh, congratulations."

Peter opened his eyes wide and looked at the stars above his head, and suddenly said, "I think I may be in love. Miss Romanov, is it normal for me to be like this?"

Natasha: "...No, the potion won't give you this illusion."

Peter pointed to the sky above his head and said: "When I saw so many stars emitting such beautiful light, I thought I must be in love. Maybe it's because there are too many stars, right?"

Natasha and Quicksilver looked up at the same time.

It's raining today, so let alone the stars, not even the moon.

Peter looked at the top of his head obsessively: "The stars are so beautiful... I haven't looked at the stars for a long time."

Natasha said softly: "Son, I'm sorry, I apologize to you. You think that you are in love is indeed a side effect of the medicine."

Peter clutched his chest with nostalgia, and looked at Kuaiyin with gentle eyes.

Kuaiyin saw goose bumps all over his body, and immediately said: "No, shut up, I don't want to hear it!"

Peter: "That..."

Quicksilver: "Enough!"

Peter looked at him tenderly: "Have you..."

Kuaiyin shouted: "Yes, I already have someone I like!! I beg you, don't harm others!"

Peter: "..."

Peter: "Injections..."

Quicksilver: "..."

Natasha: "..."

After the three of them looked at each other for a while in the silence of the night, Peter was the first to speak: "I think this is weird."

"Although I'm not normal now, I still think it's weird."

Kuaiyin fell to the ground and immediately closed his eyes: "I'm sleeping."

Natasha leaned against the tree and said decisively, "Me too."

As a result, the whole forest fell into silence again, only Spider-Man sat alone on the tree trunk above his head and kept shaking his legs. Since he was injected with the medicine, his body that has been numb for many days has almost fallen into a trance. In this maddening beating, perhaps the drugs caused his blood flow to speed up, the frequency of his movements became higher and higher, and the speed of shaking his legs became faster and faster.

Peter hung himself upside down on the tree to stop himself from shaking his legs, looked down at the two men under the tree and said, "So leave me alone on the night shift? Will someone change the guard with me? So when I can How about going to rest?"

Natasha opened her eyes and looked at the guy on the tree trunk who was playing with her fingers quickly: "You rest? No, it's impossible."

Peter turned around on the tree trunk, clutching his chest with his hands: "My heart may be beating too fast, is this really normal?"

He closed his eyes and let himself listen to the long-lost heartbeat quietly.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of beating a drum echoed in his empty chest.

It was empty here, Peter stretched out his hand and pressed it to his heart.

That's why it made such a hollow sound.

He moved his hand to his stomach again.

It was empty here too, but it had stopped humming hunger.

The moment he put his hand on his stomach, a burst of extreme hunger rose from his stomach, and the desire for things almost drowned him instantly.His heart was beating almost crazily, and he was almost suffocated at a beating frequency that he had never experienced before when flying over tall buildings.

He was hanging upside down from the tree, his fingers twitching into balls as he covered his cold belly with hot hands.

The sweet breath in memory rushed towards him suddenly, and the overwhelming desire almost swallowed him.

food.

her breath.

He doesn't remember how he devoured her flesh and blood, but he remembers the sweet and cloying aroma emanating from her body, the sweet taste of blood remaining in his mouth, no matter how strong the guilt is, in his deepest nature he longs to that breath.

Peter shook his head quickly, he had to suppress this unnervingly terrible instinct.

food……

The soft and delicate neck, the fragile throat and the slightly beating blue blood vessels under the pale skin.

Thinking of her, the terrible drum-like restlessness rose even more, and the beast's instinct for food almost made him lose control.

Peter opened his eyes suddenly, and bit his arm hard!

The potion restored his pain, the stinging pain made him more awake, and the terrible throbbing finally subsided a little.

He stood up from the tree trunk, looked up at the sky without a star above his head, and quickly rushed to the top of the tree to calm himself down.

Standing in the sky made him feel dizzy. After all, he had been trapped in a closed room for too long, and he hadn't been so free for a long time.

Yes, she said she would bring back what could save him.

But she was in danger now, and he had to save her.

Peter felt dizzy as he looked at the two men lying by the fire through the thick leaves.

That voice appeared again.

He hates that voice.

I don't know when it started, the voice that followed him like a shadow, like a shadow under the sun, always disturbing his mind.

"You gotta think it through." The guy started talking to him.

Peter didn't answer him, he knew that whatever he said would only make that guy shout in his ears more arrogantly.

"Do you like her, or do you simply want to eat her?"

Peter almost subconsciously denied: "It's not, it's not okay! This has nothing to do with these things. She saved me and is my benefactor. I want to repay her."

The voice fell silent.

For a split second Peter thought he had disappeared.

He sat silently on the tree trunk, and began to wander unconsciously again.

He was startled when the voice suddenly appeared: "What are you thinking?"

As if awakened by a loud noise, there was a buzzing in Peter's mind.

Her neck unconsciously appeared in his mind, and the soft and slender curvature fascinated him.

Peter replied annoyedly: "Okay, you're right, I like her, okay?"

The voice let out a sneer.

"Do you automatically imagine her neck when you like someone? No, if you love her, you will think of her lips, her smile, her hair, not her neck."

"Because it's the most vulnerable there, it can be bitten off at any time."

"Peter, you're hungry, you're starving."

"Loki, the miser, didn't get you anything to eat, did you? Do you remember the taste of the food? How long have you not eaten?"

Peter told himself countless times, no matter what that damned voice said, don't let him disturb his mind.

However, at that moment, he was so fragile that he couldn't tell what the throbbing in his heart came from.

Are you in love with her, or are you just hungry?

Peter was going crazy with the thought.

He wanted her, he knew he wanted her like crazy, but for what?

He misses her every day when she leaves, but why on earth does he miss her?

Where did that thought come from?

He never dared to ask himself that question because he was afraid of the terrible answer.

Yes, he loved her, that was undeniable.

But more...he was hungry.

At that moment Peter began to regret deeply: if only she hadn't come that day.Without getting him out, without giving him any redemption, he would not have had such terrible thoughts about her.

"Peter?"

Peter turned sharply.

Natasha stood on the tree, looking at him strangely.

The boy in front of him was squatting on a tree trunk in the middle of the night, with a bruised purple sky above his head.

His pale skin did not have a trace of blood, and when she called him, he suddenly turned his frightened face, and his dark red eyes opened wide in shock, shining unnaturally.

Natasha asked, "Are you afraid, Peter?"

Finally waking up a bit, Peter shook his head, shaking off the fear.

"Miss Normanov," he said sadly, "I may be in love with someone."

Natasha smiled: "That's a good thing."

He pressed his head firmly against the tree trunk: "I want to beg you, protect her."

He turned the sad eye: "Not from Brandon, but from me, protect her."

"Don't let me hurt her. Please."