Parker ...... Mr. Parker? ”

Peter Parker's consciousness was pulled back by the raised voice of his geometry teacher and the sound of the whip hitting the blackboard, and he realized that he was sitting in an algebra class.

"Would you like to answer that question, Mr. Parker?" The geometry teacher points to a flat figure on the blackboard with a whip.

Peter blinked and stared at the figure for a few seconds, "The answer is 60 degrees, ma'am." ”

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Parker."

The teacher retracted his attention and continued, and Peter Parker returned to his fugue state, like an electric toy with its batteries removed.

He's been in this state for a while. He was sluggish, depressed, and walked with a gaze that seemed to be fixed on the tips of his shoes, and his whole body was listless like a walking corpse.

He ignored anyone, even when his few friends tried to show him concern. Even when Frash Thompson, a muscular idiot on the school football team who always took pleasure in bullying Peter, tried to get him in trouble after school, he just ignored it.

The rugby star clearly won't accept that he's been ignored by a nerd. Frasch grabbed Peter's shoulder and said viciously, "Not available, Parker? Then I'll help you squeeze out some free time......"

Frank never imagined that this weak nerd who had been bullied by him for several years would suddenly burst out of strength and courage out of nowhere. He didn't see what was happening, except that the nerd seemed to turn around, and then a huge force detonated in his abdomen like fiery explosives. Frash's face was pale, and he fell to the ground with his stomach covered in sweat, unable to speak for a long time.

"I'm not in the mood today, Thompson."

Peter said gloomily, picking up his backpack and striding out of the stunned crowd around him.

Peter Parker wasn't like that in the past. What kind of kid is he, you ask? Perhaps most people who knew him would have given a similar answer.

Peter Parker, a Caucasian, is a sixteen-year-old high school student. He's a real nerd, and he's much better at dealing with books than with people. He has no special skills other than excellent grades, and his physical education has been hovering on the edge of the passing line for many years, and according to his physical education teacher, his physique is not even up to the average of the girls' group.

But that was before this year.

Ten months ago, an accident during a visit to Osbon organized by the school changed his life. A spider mixed with "Oz Serum" somehow escaped from the chamber and bit him, and Oz Serum infected his blood through the wound, further modifying his genetic structure, thus giving him extraordinary powers far beyond the limits of humans.

If Peter Parker's life was just a plain glass of boiled water before that, then his life has been a hodgepodge of flavors since then.

First, Peter, who lost his beloved Uncle Ben for an irresponsible and wrong choice, learned in a painful way the proverb "With great power comes great responsibility." In order not to have similar regrets, he put on a tights and incarnated as Spider-Man, the "good neighbor of New York", and made it his duty to punish rape and eliminate evil.

Things started out remarkably well. His superpowers, his uniform, the good deeds he did and the people he saved...... Over the years, Peter has fantasized more than once about a turning point in his life, and like countless teenagers his age, he longs to be the center of attention and the object of attention from girls. And now he seems to have finally gotten this opportunity, like the protagonist of the movie. He put on his uniform and acted chivalrous, feeling as if this matter was destined to be his duty, as if he had found his meaning for the first time in his life.

Peter was smart, but he was only a sixteen-year-old after all. The craze brought by Spider-Man briefly overwhelmed him, prompting him to make one of the decisions he regretted most in his life, aside from Uncle Ben's death.

He tells the girl he has had a crush on for a long time that he is Spider-Man.

Her name was Gwen Stacy, and she was in the same class as him. She had a good track record of being beaten by Peter, and even got an internship at Osbon at the age of sixteen. Peter's impression of her was roughly that she had dazzling blonde hair, skin like Snow White, fashionable and cute dress, and sometimes wore a black headband.

Peter couldn't describe how happy he was when Gwen agreed to be his girlfriend, and for a moment he even really thought this was what he was meant to do.

That is, until Harry Osborne, Peter's best friend, donned the Green Goblin gear left behind by his father and came to him on a glider to seek revenge.

It must be said that Harry used to be a very nice guy in the past, at least for Peter. When Peter was bullied by his classmates, Harry would often step up to help him. For a long time, Harry was his only friend.

Peter still hasn't figured out exactly what happened, but from the incoherent description of the delirious Harry who was injected with the Green Goblin serum, he roughly understood that Harry seemed to blame Spider-Man for his father's death.

Nine months ago, Spider-Man broke through the window to try to stop him, and the two of them scuffled on the Green Goblin's glider and disappeared into the night.

The next day, the newspaper published the news of an explosion at the Osborne residence. A charred corpse was dug out of the rubble in a tattered Green Goblin armor, and DNA testing confirmed that it was Norman Osborne.

Although neither the police nor the FBI found any evidence, Norman's son, Harry Osborne, was adamant that Spider-Man had killed his father. He also injected himself with Oz serum, stole the company's equipment, and became a second-generation Green Goblin in an attempt to get revenge on Spider-Man.

The Oz serum further distorted and split Harry's already traumatized spirit, making him insane and capricious. Later, by chance, he discovers that Spider-Man's real identity is actually his best friend Peter Parker, which convinces him that Peter has betrayed him, further exacerbating the symptoms of mental illness.

That's why he threw Gwen off the George Washington Bridge.

Peter was there at the scene, he watched Harry throw Gwen off the bridge, and he was desperate to save her. The spider silk he shot caught up with Gwen in a moment's time, and for a moment he was even relieved and thought he had done it.

But he didn't.

The two-way pull of spider silk and gravity broke her neck and killed her in an instant. For a moment, Peter, in his grief, really wanted to kill Harry. He punched the Green Goblin in the face with unreserved force, cracking his mask and cracking his flesh. He fought until Harry was dying, and could only spit out moans unconsciously.

But in the end, he didn't do it.

What's the use? Gwen is dead, and even if he kills his former best friend, he won't be able to bring her back.

If there was anything he really realized about it, it was the ridiculousness of what he's been trying to do for the past ten months. Spider-Man is a joke, all he does is keep hurting the people who are close to him.

So he gave up. At least he still has Aunt May, and he can't allow Spider-Man's to implicate Aunt Mei anymore. He decided to turn back into an ordinary boy, go to school on time and come home on time every day, and never get entangled with any supercriminals on the way......

As soon as he thought about it, Peter's spider sense buzzed in his head like an alarm clock at maximum volume. Spider Sense is one of his many abilities, able to warn him of approaching danger in time.

Without hesitation, Peter instinctively backflipped, narrowly avoiding a shadow attack. He landed on the ground with both palms, did another somersault, and landed in a half-squat.

Peter looked up, and in the middle of the empty road in front of him there was a swarthy strange man. He had unkempt red hair like a chicken coop, wrapped in a blue-black bodysuit, and wore a tattered red cape.

Peter held his breath. He instinctively sensed an indescribable strangeness in this eccentric who did not imagine much in line with the aesthetics of the trend.

He narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?" ”

There was no answer. The strange man in black let out a strange cry that was somewhere between roaring and wailing, and he staggered forward like a galloping cheetah.