Mae Parker, daughter of Peter Parker. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info inherited his father's spider genes and can be said to be the second generation of Spider-Man. At a very young age, she showed her talent.

Peter Parker is both happy and worried. Happily, in this dangerous world, Mae Parker has an extra ability to protect herself. And this is where the fear comes from, and the greater the power that Peter himself believes in, the greater the responsibility. It's a sign of responsibility, but he doesn't want to pass it on to his daughter, because he knows how painful it is.

Peter Parker of One Earth was born in 1915, on the eve of World War I, when the world was in turmoil, and he grew up in the twenties and thirties, coinciding with the Great Depression in the United States while working as a youth. It is not uncommon for the economic depression to lead to an increase in crime, and people are poor and have nothing to eat, so don't expect the hungry to keep to themselves.

It is better to count on the handouts of the free food spots opened by the government than to find a way for yourself.

Peter Parker's life in this world has been difficult and poor for many years, and he has suffered many setbacks in his life, as well as many life and death. Beginning with the death of his aunt and uncle, and in the thirties he personally dealt with the big boss of the New York underground, Norman Osborne. And in the days that followed, the Osborne group was completely dismantled.

In the late thirties, World War II broke out, and Peter Parker became acquainted with Howard Stark, who worked for the military's underground front.

He was persuaded by Howard's lobbying and ended up joining the Special Front anonymously, with the Dark Spider active behind enemy lines. He was present from the fall of France to the Third Reich of Germany.

Bomb railroads, burn warehouses, destroy arsenals, rob bank vaults. There's also stealing information and assassinating high-ranking officials, all of which Peter Parker has done in the dark spider, and a single bomb on a railroad bridge can kill a train of Nazi soldiers.

Peter Parker helped the course of the war, but also left his hands covered in blood. No one can stay out of this war, no one can.

The Spider-Man of this world is not a simple Mr. Yes, as you can see from his style, Peter Parker is more mature and stable, and his spider bites are full of poison. Most of the people who were targeted by Peter were going to die.

So he's the Dark Spider, not Spider-Man, and not many people have even heard of him. He only works in the dark, and is as silent as a spider catching insects.

But sometimes he was weak, for example, every December, on Christmas Eve, he always had to do one thing: go to the cemetery to pay respects to his deceased relatives and friends.

This was his weakest moment, and Mary usually accompanied him, but this year's December was too cold, and the night before in New York, the temperature plummeted by seven or eight degrees. Mary was not in as good health as Peter, and she would get sick if she went to the cemetery in the suburbs for two or three hours in this weather.

So it was only May who accompanied Peter, and Anthony was grounded by Peter. At present, he is not allowed to go anywhere except the company and home, because the mysterious person who suddenly appeared in New York can't figure out the way to come, and if it is really against Anthony, then it will be difficult for him to run away if he is alone outside.

The car drove all the way into the suburban cemetery, and Peter, who drove the Cadillac, said nothing, and May could see that her father was in a heavy mood, so she didn't know what to say. This is true of Peter every year today.

The cemetery is planted with cedars, which are evergreen all year round. The snow falls on the green pines, and the white and green are interesting, but no one appreciates it here.

The creaking footsteps were made by the snow on the road.

The first place Peter took May to was the graveyard of Uncle Ben and Aunt May. A bouquet of lilies is a sacrifice for sweeping the grave.

Peter stood in front of the tomb with a silent face, and the eyes of the fifty-year-old man revealed a glimmer of remembrance.

"Uncle Ben and Aunt May were good people who were willing to help others during the Great Depression, and they advocated democratic life and political ideas, which were not accepted by the mainstream at that time. Peter looked at the tombstones of his loved ones and said to May.

"Uncle Ben taught me to be strong, and Aunt May taught me why to be strong. ”

May had not met her grandparents' relatives, but that did not prevent Peter and Mary from mentioning them to her often, and May said, "They are good people, and without them there would be no father." ”

Peter smiled, touched Mei's handsome little face, and walked to the next tombstone. The name on the tombstone is Harry Osborne, born 1915 and died 1937.

Peter offered a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and May had not heard of the name on the tombstone, and she was a little curious.

As if sensing May's curiosity, Peter spoke: "Harry Osborne, my best friend. I don't think I'll ever have such a good friend in my life. ”

Mei looked at her father's sad eyes and asked, "Is it because of illness that you are so young?"

Peter shook his head: "No, the reason is complicated, if you want to get to the bottom of it, I killed him." ”

The answer was beyond Mei's expectations, and she opened her mouth wide and didn't speak.

Then came the next tombstone, another name that had not been heard, Feliaci Hardy, who listened to the name of a lady.

Born in 1910 and died in 1940.

Peter offered a bouquet of red roses.

Peter said to his daughter once again, as if he were introducing all the friends he had known today, "There is a beautiful lady buried here, for whom your mother and I have quarreled many times. ”

A fifty-year-old man smiled as he spoke, but Mei couldn't.

"When I was younger, she helped me a lot, but at that time I didn't know how to cherish it, and by the time I wanted to do something, it was too late. Peter said with some embarrassment.

The next tombstone is buried with a family member who appears to be a father-daughter relationship.

George Stancy, b. 1895, d. 1947.

Gwyn Stancy, b. 1915, d. 1935.

Peter presented the Bird of Paradise and the White Rose to the two of them.

"George Stancy, he's probably the bravest sheriff in New York City history. He devoted his life to fighting evil, until the sound of a lifetime gun in the dark night ended his life. He died a dishonorable death, a shot fired by a thug who snatched his briefcase. George had no money in his bag at all, and he was actually destitute. Peter said in a low voice, and May could hear that even after all these years, her father was still angry.

May didn't want to ask what happened to the little thug, and Peter didn't want to say what he had done.

He calmed down and said to his daughter, "Gwen is my first girlfriend, of course that was before I met your mother. At that time, we had pleasant things and unpleasant things. Even though all that had happened, I never thought she would die so early. New York in the thirties was more chaotic than you can imagine. ”

Peter took a deep breath, and May saw a deep sense of powerlessness in him. It was something she had never seen before.

The last two headstones are from Peter's two comrades-in-arms, his comrades who fought in World War II.

Bucky Barnes, b. 1920, d. 1944.

Steve Rogers, b. 1922, d. 1944.

Peter offered cosmos to the two.

"Two brave warriors. This is what Peter said of the two: "But there was no time when they could hold out on to the final victory of the war. Especially Steve, when I was writing articles for the Clarion Journal as a reporter, Steve was a cartoonist for the newspaper. ”

Peter sighed with emotion: "Bucky is strong, Steve is skinny. Steve wasn't supposed to join the army, but he tried everything he could, and eventually he was forced into the ranks of war correspondents by using his experience in the Daily Clarion newspaper. ”

"He and I used to be colleagues, and he was a gifted young man, and if he had devoted himself to painting, he might not have become a famous painter one day, instead of the Nazis breaking the body into pieces with a [cloth ripper] (MG-42 general-purpose machine gun) and finally not even putting the corpse together. Peter let out a long sigh.

The Starks' mausoleum is not here, but on the estate in Los Angeles. So Peter and May couldn't worship these two people here.

For Peter Parker, perhaps Howard was his only remaining friend, but he also died in 1955. The Dark Spider hides in the darkness, not wanting to be discovered, and at the same time not wanting to be involved with other people.

To protect yourself, but also to protect your family. If it weren't for Howard's accidental death, leaving behind his young son, Anthony, who needed to be cared for, perhaps Peter would never have set foot in New York City. There are too many memories of him here, both good and bad.

The Dark Spider is lonely, and may be forever. There weren't many reasons to support Peter's life in this world, probably only his wife and daughter.

On the way back, the atmosphere was even more depressing, even more depressing than when she went to the cemetery, and Mei was almost out of breath. She offered to walk with her father and eventually walked back to the office. It was only a street away from Stark Group, and Peter did not refuse his daughter's request.

The two of them walked the streets of New York in winter, and the temperature was a little cold, but May felt a little better, at least much better than staying in a dull car. Although she was a little cold from the cold wind, she still had goosebumps on her face.

"If only there was a hot drink. May stomped her foot and thought so.

There isn't a chain of coffee and hot chocolate like Starbucks in the world, and you have to go to a café if you want to have something hot.

May now had to take Peter's hand and walk in the direction of Stark Group, but a steaming stall on the side of the road caught her attention.

It's an ordinary food cart stall, but it's not like a regular food cart that sells fast food like hot dogs. Instead, they write on their own signboards that say hot soup, hot drinks, oden.

Mei knew about hot soup and hot drinks, but she hadn't heard of the name oden, but she didn't care what oden was, and she wouldn't mind buying two if the stall could serve a cup of hot coffee or hot milk.

Peter could see that his daughter was feeling a little cold, and that the cold wind had been blowing in the cemetery for two or three hours, and that they both needed a hot drink.

So May and Peter came to this strange little stall, but the stall owner did not seem to notice the arrival of the two men, he was flipping through a pair of newspapers, a dozen or twenty newspapers, and many magazines were in a mess on the side. The more I looked at the stall owner, the deeper his brow wrinkled, as if he had seen a lot of bad news.

In response, Mei had to pat the iron railing next to the food truck and make a little noise: "Is there hot coffee here?"

When he heard the voice, the stall owner looked up and saw May and Peter standing in front of the stall, and his eyes suddenly widened.

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