Gwen was struggling right now.

The bastard in front of him killed Jimmy, and he was the one he wanted to send to prison with his own hands.

But he saved himself, in a sense his own savior.

Gwen's mind was in a mess right now.

Not only how to deal with it, but also the confusion of the "Black Watchman" in front of him, and the confusion about why Jimmy was still able to attack himself after his death.

"For ...... Why is he able to stand up even though he is dead? ”

After a moment of silence, Gwen looked up and asked Peter.

"Some kind of virus infected him, and it was enough to make him move like a 'ghoul.'"

Peter looked at Gwen and said with an unchanged expression.

"That is, you ..... Is it because he has the virus that you want to kill him? ”

Gwen continued.

She wanted to get a positive answer from the other person, so that she might feel better inside.

"Killing is not an end, it's a means", Gwen wants to use this reason to excuse the other party.

Then she will understand that maybe this guy in front of her is not a complete bastard.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved himself.

"No!"

Peter shook his head, shattering Gwen's hopes.

"It's just not necessary."

With that, he turned to leave.

Gwen was left stunned in place.

In the middle of the night, Gwen exhaled and left the alley in frustration.

After she left, in the shadows that could not be seen, a tentacle plunged into Jimmy's body, gradually absorbing it.

......

Half an hour later.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and Gwen. Stacy walked through the door dejectedly.

"Gwen, you told me you wanted to buy a burger, but now you don't look like you're full."

Father sitting on the couch looking at his smartphone, George. Stacy, without looking up, said to Gwen.

George. Stacy works for the New York Police Department, a police officer who is now facing retirement troubles.

"I don't know, maybe...... Maybe I can find something to eat in the fridge, I remember some quinoa, or whatever. ”

Gwen sat on the couch and said with a somewhat frustrated expression: "Anyway, I'm not in the mood for picky eating right now. ”

Next to him, George's mobile phone was playing a video, and the sound of a police car was heard in the video.

Without looking, Gwen knew that her father was watching Spider-Woman's video again.

He was always thinking about how to send Spider-Woman, that is, himself, to prison.

If the father finally learned that Spider-Woman was his daughter, what would his expression be?

It is estimated that there will be a lot of anger, or a righteous killing of relatives, anyway, it is unlikely to be a scene of "father and daughter".

"Uh-huh."

George still looked down at his phone, and it seemed that the spider-woman in it was more worthy of his attention than his daughter.

"Daddy?"

"What?"

George finally looked up.

He soon discovered his daughter's emotional abnormality.

The daughter looked unrelenting and was unusually depressed.

"You're at the police station...... Heard of a new virus lately? ”

Gwen always had a heart for the virus that the Black Watcher was talking about, and she wanted some clues from her father.

If this virus spreads, it is estimated that it will be devastating to the whole of New York City.

"Virus?"

"Yes, something like that virus that can drive people crazy, lose their minds, and become zombies or living corpses."

George didn't expect his daughter to ask such a question, and after a moment of silence, he said to her, "Maybe you can ask Robert . Maatson consulted that he should be very researched about this. ”

Robert. Mattson is a well-known American popular writer, and he often writes about post-apocalyptic zombies, vampires, night demons, and the like.

"New York City has been destroyed by zombies countless times in his pen, and if this virus really exists, he should know better than I do."

George made a black joke on his daughter.

"Okay, count me in for talking."

Gwen muttered as she stood up and prepared to go back to her room.

"That's right."

George stopped Gwen as she was leaving, held up his smartphone, and showed her the video from it.

"I saw it, you're doing well!"

Seeing her father's serious expression, Gwen "chuckled" in her heart.

She thought her father had discovered her secret.

Raising his head, he looked at the video screen in his father's hand with trepidation.

The video of the smartphone was not a video of Spider-Woman, but a video of a band playing.

That's myself at school," Mary. Janes" band, a video of the performance.

The band played yesterday, and she thought her father hadn't gone to watch it.

Unexpectedly, my father not only went in person, but also recorded the video.

"I've seen it several times, and you didn't miss a beat, Gwen."

A faint smile appeared on George's serious face, "You must have done a lot of practice in private. ”

"You're doing a great job, I'm proud of you!"

Hearing her father's encouragement, Gwen's bad mood eased a lot, and she and her father came to an intimate hug.

"Thanks, Dad!"

After dinner.

After entering her room, Gwen sat down on the bed.

She took out the "spider mask" from her schoolbag and held it in her hand.

After staring at the Spider Mask for a moment, she looked at the drum kit in the corner of the room.

Exhale, gently lower the "spider mask" and unscrew the lamp in the room.

She suddenly felt very tired.

It's not just because of the conflict between the life he wants and the life that his father longs for him.

It's more because of what happened today, and I feel lost.

For the first time, she felt the weight of her carry.

Jimmy's distorted face came to her mind over and over again.

Blood splattered out, and the pungent smell of blood was always in the nose, as if it had never dissipated.

She originally just wanted to be happy, to use her abilities as much as possible to help others.

But now it dawned on her that maybe wearing this mask would take on something.

Everyone's expectations of themselves are heavy responsibilities......

Will you really take on such a responsibility?

Six months ago, I was just an ordinary high school student.

Like all ordinary girls, they are anxious about their grades and happy about their interests.

Now, watching Jimmy die in front of him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

If you can't afford that kind of responsibility, then ......

Can you still wear this mask yourself?

"Click!"

The lamp is turned off.

Her legs curled up on the bed, her head down, Gwen letting her blonde, moonlight-soaked hair hang down.

In the middle of the night, she looked up and took out her phone from her bag on the bed.

Meaningless swipes of your finger in the address book.

Mary Jane Watson, Betty Brandt, Gloria Grant, Harry. Osborne, the names of these friends were crossed by her one by one.

Finally the finger stopped at "Peter. Parker".

After a moment's hesitation, Gwen dialed Peter's cell phone number.

After a few busy tones, the phone was connected.

"Gwen?"

"Ahem, it's me, Peter, did you sleep? I'll look at the time, wow, it's eleven o'clock, night owl time, sorry to disturb your sweet dreams. I didn't mean to, I ...... I'm in a bad mood right now, and the only friend I can talk to right now is you. ”

Gwen's tone was very aggrieved.

In front of Peter, she showed her weak side.