(For "YA2048" brothers)

Peter Parker stood in front of the passage leading to the underground shelter, ready to change back into his ordinary clothes before entering the "home" where he had been for several years.

The entire Vault knows that Spider-Man is protecting them, but even when the future arrives, Peter still struggles to maintain his "secret identity".

Although in this rotten era, he has no need to do it at all.

But the past was haunting him and turning that hiding into a habit that could not be broken.

He walked into his secret "changing room" in the darkness without the lights on, and opened the cabinet where the suits were hidden, and a small light lit up to illuminate Peter's eyes.

Spider-Man silently pulled off the hood and threw it in the cabinet, grabbed the edge of the jacket with both hands and took it off with some difficulty, and when the tights were removed, the suppressed little belly suddenly "jumped" out.

Seeing the fat on his belly throbbing, Peter, who was a little speechless, was stunned for several seconds before letting out a long sigh.

He seemed to be reminded of the "scenery" of his youth, when he still had eight-pack abs and he would not get tired from wandering around the city all day.

But not anymore.

Now he can't even deal with a group of mutant zombies.

Is it the power that has weakened?

Peter asked himself, clenched his fist again, and felt the terrifying power in his body, which had fallen much lower than it had been at its peak, and then he got the answer to this question for the Nth time.

Maybe it's the mindset that's changing?

After all, an old man in his thirties and a spiritual guy in his twenties see the world differently, especially after experiencing Aunt May's death, breaking up and divorcing Mary Jane, attending his ex-wife's wedding and becoming a failure in the eyes of her daughter, and witnessing the collapse of the world and the death of her friend in the war...

Peter shrugged his shoulders and was relieved to reflect on his experiences over the years.

Even superheroes, after all this, have enough reasons to change their mentality.

Anyway, the city is gone.

Anyway, Spider-Man's current existence is a big security guard for the Vault, and his life doesn't seem to have much meaning anymore.

"Smack"

The lights in the changing room, which had long been broken, were suddenly turned on, making Spider-Man, who was in a state of wonderful emotional outburst, turn back vigilantly.

Then I saw the strange young man standing in the doorway with a strangely shaped multi-purpose saber, he had just repaired the aging circuit.

So in this cramped changing room, Mason, who didn't have a helmet, and Peter Parker, who had just taken off his shirt and was wearing only a white vest, looked at each other in the light of incandescent lights.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't know anyone here."

Mason's gaze involuntarily fell on Peter Parker's superhero-like but overly "bloated" belly, which was about to pop out from under the vest.

Hey, even me, a 17-year-old high school dropout, has six-pack abs, is it really good for you to be a superhero who has failed to manage his body like this?

Mason retracted his gaze with a strange expression, and took the initiative to apologize and said:

"Because you didn't make a sound, and we weren't allowed to enter your shelter and needed a place to spend the night... Forget it, let me ask directly, how did your figure become like this? ….

The super spider gene theoretically allows you to have a super strong body that can knock over a dozen people when you are eighty years old.

How self-indulgent you are!

Ten bottles of happy water a day plus thirty high-calorie burgers?"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man scolded angrily, threw his suit jacket into the cabinet, took off his pants, and then took out a loose gray tracksuit from it and put it on his body.

As he closed the locker, the sharp-eyed Mason skimmed the old photograph attached to the door.

It was a kind old lady

And a photo taken with young Peter.

Both people are laughing in the photo.

And the decadent man in front of him obviously hasn't laughed for a long time.

"So, Aunt Mei has..."

Mason was silent for a few seconds, then whispered:

"Did you walk in the end times?"

"It's none of your business! Outsiders."

Spider-Man pulled up the hood of his tracksuit over his messy brown hair, saying:

"Don't ask questions, don't bring your people into the shelter, I'll keep an eye on you. Thirty meters down the fork in the road to the left, there's a utility room, enough for you to rest."

With that, the indifferent middle-aged Spider-Man crossed over to Mason and planned to leave.

The aura of being unapproachable to people on his body is really very obvious.

Not even some kind of disguise.

That seemed to be the state of his life right now.

"You know, I used to read comics when I was a kid."

When Spider-Man walks to the door, Mason suddenly says:

"I have a terrible family, and I just recently learned that the father who kept beating me was not my father, and when I was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, I would hide in my cot in the utility room and read comics to escape reality.

I have two favorite superheroes.

One is called Batman.

He would beat criminals like my father to the bare bones in the city in the dark of night. The other is called Wolverine, and he's even more excessive.

I always like to make bad guys into kebabs."

Spider-Man continued unconcernedly, and then Mason reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, saying:

"But you're the third favorite superhero I was when I was a kid, it's not that you're not as charismatic as Lord and Logan, it's just that I thought you were too kind at the time.

But as I grew older, I came to realize that I couldn't be like Lord or Logan, but as long as I kept a good heart, I could be you."

Mason whispered:

"Peter Parker, what the hell did you go through to get to be like this?

I'm really curious about the story of you and the world, and I don't think you have many friends in your current state of life, and you'll be sulking alone when you go back.

So why don't you take a moment to tell me about it?"

"I'm not obligated to satisfy your boring curiosity, outsider."

Peter swept Mason's hand away, and said angrily and sarcastically:

"Why don't you go to Osbenta to find your companions? Maybe the Sandman would be interested in telling you what he and his miscellaneous friends had done to the world."

"The purpose of my trip is to kill the Sandmen." ….

Mason said quietly:

"My companions have infiltrated the Osborne Tower, and if you are patient, you may be able to see for yourself how the Sandman and his men were executed by our own hands.

Oh yes.

The Sandman fled back to this world alone because I sold him and his miscellaneous friends to my powerful allies in my world.

I opened the door of the world with my own hands and sent him back.

If you hate him, Peter.

Then you have plenty of reason to speak to me in a gentler and kinder way."

As he spoke, Mason took out the secret execution order signed by Mr. Hunter himself and handed it to Spider-Man, who was stunned for a moment, took it in his hand and looked at it and then looked at Mason with a sincere face suspiciously.

After more than ten seconds of silence, he said:

"You want to get information from me?"

"Hmm."

Mason nodded, admitting:

"You can think so, but what I just said isn't false. If you've been in contact with outsiders, you should know that in many alternate worlds, your lore is in the form of comics or movies.

I know every version of your story

Jane, Peter, you and Mary Jane, you and Gwen Stacy, you and the black cat, you and the black widow, and so on..."

"I've never had a deep relationship with Black Widow! Don't slander me, you bastard!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man pouted and said:

"And the Avengers are long gone, just a year before the end broke out, they died, they fled, and many of them became one of you.

Black Widow.

I've heard that she was one of the first to leave, and after Hawkeye and Eggless became zombies, those two guys are probably still wandering the ruins of the Nevada desert."

Maybe it was what Mason took out that made Spider-Man feel his sincerity, and in short, this middle-aged decadent superhero who lost his dreams was not in a hurry to leave.

Still gloomy and cynical, he did start to say something to Mason.

"Is there any smoke? Come on, it's hard to find this kind of enjoyment in this place."

He asked.

Mason pulled out a pack of Sika cigarettes from his bag, one of the "tactical rations" that Zackon had left with him, and he hadn't used up a few boxes of boxes he had brought with him last time.

He personally helped the middle-aged Spider-Man deliver it and lit it with a magic fire.

Peter Parker, who had completely failed to manage his body, leaned against the peeling wall, and rubbed his stubble-covered chin with great skill.

The heavy dark circles formed by staying up late for a long time looked Mason up and down.

In the rising smoke, he said:

"In terms of the quality of the most powerful outsiders I've ever seen, you're a little too young. What do you want to know? Ask, for the sake of this pack of cigarettes, I can give you fifteen minutes."

"Can I change thirty minutes?"

Mason blinked, took out a few more packs of silka cigarettes, and handed them over.

This move made the middle-aged Spider-Man scoff, but he didn't refuse, and after taking it all in, he motioned with his chin that Mason could start asking. ….

"What's going on here?"

Mason got straight to the point:

"Is the rest of the world still there? What about an earthquake that inevitably erupts every thirty minutes?"

"These are three questions!"

Spider-Man snorted and said:

"But it boils down to one answer, it's apocalypse here, as you can see, a terrible virus that swept the world and turned it upside down overnight.

Those who are infected have become a different form, and after death, fellows like Kim have been given some kind of 'rebirth', and the safety of the city has become dangerous, and the wilderness has become a hot real estate.

The Avengers, torn apart by the civil war, struggled to regroup and hatched a counterattack.

Unfortunately, there were internal disagreements, some people continued to fight, and some people defected to the enemy. The warriors are all dead, roaming the ruins of the world in humiliation, and some have been taken away.

Then one after another outsiders took this place as... Well, some kind of 'talent market,'?

Those they saw as valuable were taken away, such as Gwen and Frank, while the rest waited silently for the dawn of hope, which might never come.

As for the rest of the world, all I can tell you is that I don't know.

At least on the North American side, only the large gathering place of Osborne Tower remains, but it is Osborne's property, and the Green Goblin is the first miscellaneous to take refuge in the new owner.

He relied on a successful horizontal jump to make him a powerful man in the apocalypse.

I guess the more frequent earthquakes must have something to do with the tower, but I don't know exactly what they're doing, and I'm not even interested."

Peter Parker was silent for a moment, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it again, saying:

"It's hard for us to live, and everything in the outside world means nothing to us."

He popped a cigarette again, glanced at the thoughtful Mason again, and said:

"Even if you execute the sandman, Shun

It doesn't make sense to take out the Green Goblin, it's not them who really rule this apocalypse. You have an army stationed on the island outside of Osborne, and it is they who have routed the Avengers.

I've seen with my own eyes, even Thor has been ...

Ah, what a terrible day."

"That's not our army, and while it's true that we're a 'fraternal organization', we're really just a bunch of evil-eyed explorers, and it's not our job to fight."

Mason shrugged his shoulders, corrected Peter's statement, and asked:

"Is there still a resistance here? I mean I may need some help for those who are secretly rebelling against Osborne's rule to quietly enter that city and complete the execution of traitors."

"Yes."

The middle-aged Spider-Man grinned and signaled Mason to follow.

He wouldn't say anything about not allowing Team K to enter the Vault, and after a series of tedious identity verifications, Peter, with a cigarette in his mouth, led the four into an elevator that went straight underground.

After several minutes of descending, they reached a shelter at least a hundred meters underground.

The elevator doors open to reveal a completely hollowed-out cavern with artificial lighting stretching from Mason's eyes to the end of the kilometre stretch. ….

It's like an underground workshop, with complete living quarters and roads planned.

If you don't count the dim rock formations around it, it's almost the same as a small town.

Mason looked up and could still see the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. logos on the graffiti-covered metal wall, but that was a long time ago.

"Keep going straight down Manhattan Street, turn left at the third intersection and turn left for the sixth house, which is where the rebels are located."

Peter patted Mason on the shoulder and said:

"Go ahead, find someone willing to help you, and then stop bothering me, I have a date at the bar tonight... Thank you again for your cigarettes, young man."

After saying that, this decadent guy put on his sunglasses and swaggered away, and even whistled with a few dressed young ladies on the way and looked very familiar.

This scene was nothing special to the other three members of Team K.

But for Mason, it was a bit of a surprise, he didn't expect that a kind person like Spider-Man would be like this... Well, the free side?

On the way to the Resistance, Barbara asked curiously, and Mason thought about it and replied briefly:

"Can you imagine Batman one day dragging his bloated body and giving up the Night Watch, ignoring the chaos of Gotham, smoking, drinking, and burning his head every day, and then giving up Selena and Talia to run and hang out with a group of roadside dancers?

If you can't imagine that, then you can understand how I'm feeling right now."

"Huh? You're comparing that decadent weird uncle to Bruce?"

Barbara was amazed and said:

"That's too much, isn't it?"

"Exaggeration?"

Mason pouted and said:

"You really don't know anything about exaggeration, Barbara. The career that that guy made when he was young and beautiful would have willingly given a thumbs up even if Bruce came over.

Although they act in a completely polar way, they are indeed the same kind of people."

"That guy is amazing, great in every way."

The second bucket, who had not spoken, observed the surrounding environment and whispered:

"It's hard for Bruce to beat him in pure hand-to-hand combat.

If it's a fight for my life, he can pinch me to death in a maximum of fifty moves. It seems that he is secretly sheltering here, otherwise the thousands of people here would not be able to resist those enhanced zombies outside."

"That person feels weird to me."

Captain Jack looked at the little brightly lit houses on either side of the road, and expressed his opinion:

"He's not really tired of the world, I can feel that he just doesn't have a reason to go on

Finish. You know how it feels?

It's like a kite with a broken string, nothing pulls him and he doesn't know where to go."

"Aunt May is dead."

Mason sighed and said:

"He drove Gwen away with his own hands, watched his friends die on the battlefield, watched his former comrades-in-arms defect to the enemy, and the city he had been guarding was reduced to ruins.

Indeed, the reasons why it was worth fighting for him were gone.

But that's not right!"

Mason frowned and said:

"Mary Jane should still be here, there is no way to be decadent with that woman in Peter... Huh?"

Mason pushed open the door of the rebel group in front of him, and saw a big sister with long red hair sitting behind her desk with a sullen look on her face, looking out the window with a lady's cigarette in her hand.

Judging by the dusty nameplate on the table, this lady is what Peter calls the "leader of the rebels"?

"Wait..."

Mason stared at her and said in a strange tone:

"Mary Jane?".

Handsome dog Frank