Peter Parker looked at his hands and was a little stunned. Then he sighed and continued to eat the dry bread in his hand.

The coarse grains of wheat bran in the bread almost choked on him.

The little cubs around looked at the clean and fresh bread in Peter's hand and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

But Peter would no longer be deceived by the pitiful eyes of these imps.

When he first came into this world, he also thought about sharing his hard-earned food with the homeless children around him out of sympathy. But who knows, these children have rushed over before he can react, ready to snatch everything from him.

They were even ready to beat him up.

According to them, this is the rule.

Every street in the city has a default boss, and everyone who messes around the street has to listen to him, even the little cubs.

And everyone who is going to stay on this street to survive has to go through a little 'warm' provocation and bloody 'welcome ceremony'.

Peter was glad that his abilities hadn't gone away.

He is also a superhero who can lift more than 20 tons of weight, and his stamina and reaction speed are far beyond ordinary people...... Cubs.

Yes, cubs with short hands and feet and fleshy little bellies.

Today is the tenth day of his coming into this world.

From the moment he came into this world inexplicably, his body seemed to have gone through time rewind, becoming five or six years old.

Peter sat in the corner with his knees folded and sighed.

He didn't understand why he was dead and alive. It's like a miracle that is not expected.

He was lying on the ground in despair for a second, allowing Mr. Stark to witness his death.

As a result, in the next second, he existed in another form in this strange city.

There is no Avengers Mansion in this city, and there is no Iron Man who flies around every day. There doesn't seem to be a 'profession' like a superhero here, and the time in the newspapers is actually stuck in a few decades.

Although the world war is over, instead of Stark Industries and Hammer Industries, which are famous for their weapons manufacturing, there are more Wayne Enterprises and the Lex Group, and a large number of people he has never heard of occupy the first page of the rich list.

This is Gotham, a fact that Peter only discovered with the help of Gotham Daily and Gotham TV. Next door was a city called Metropolis, a place he had never heard of.

Peter suspected that he had arrived in another world, or a parallel universe or something.

The little spider was stunned for ten minutes when he first guessed this fact, but he was forcibly stripped of his oversized coat by a thug, and Spider-Man, who was so fast that his brain was down, did not reflect at all.

Then he could only stand penniless on the strange street, watching the hairstyles and clothes that were fashionable decades ago continue to be dumbfounded.

While the ability to be a superhero is still there, it doesn't seem to be of much use. Because Peter Parker won't go from a silly superhero to a 180-hearted evil god Loki just because he experienced death.

No, it's still a little changed.

He seemed a little disheartened.

Peter felt like he was completely split into two people, one of whom was clamoring in his mind to find a way back to his own world, where the war still needed him, and the bastard purple taro was still waiting to be kicked in his ass. And another voice is saying, give up, you're tired, you don't know where this is, and the task of saving the world is left to someone else.

But Mr. Stark's face was so desperate as he watched him disappear that he was about to cry. Peter felt that if he could suddenly appear in front of the other person, he would definitely get a big hug.

It's a pity that he himself has no idea why he is here.

All he remembered was praying desperately when he was about to lose consciousness. It doesn't matter which god it is, God or Satan, anyone, he just wants everyone else to be okay, and Mr. Stark doesn't look so desperate.

As a result, he only said the words 'I Hope' and was completely plunged into darkness.

Mr. Stark must be speculating as to what his last words were, Peter thought bitterly. He had previously said in front of Mr. Stark that he wanted to go to the next Stark Tech Expo and that he wanted to design his own suit. So will Mr. Stark put his suit in a separate display case for the next exposition?

Sounds good, but it's also his Spider-Man who participated. Just don't put Peter Parker's name in a display case. He didn't want others to disturb Aunt Mei's peaceful life.

Surely Mr. Stark wouldn't, he would be so sad right now. Maybe you're shedding tears.

Thinking so, Peter himself wanted to shed tears.

The dirty little spider rubbed the corner of her mouth with her equally dirty sleeve, and reached out to scratch her hair.

Although he had tried his best to clean up, as a wandering spider who could only sleep in the subway station or in a cardboard box at night, he really couldn't separate the dust, oil stains, and all kinds of unknown stains stuck in public places from his clothes.

He looked almost indistinguishable from the other street children on the street.

The only difference is presumably that he is younger than the others. After all, the children who can hop around on the street and mingle into old fritters are at least ten years old, too young...... Peter could probably have guessed what was going to happen to them.

However, the child who survived this alley was more shrewd and cunning than some of the adults in his world.

At least Captain America doesn't have to go from a pitiful expression to a fierce bandit in a minute.

The baby spider glared fiercely at the children who had gathered around.

These little bastards still have the loot in their pockets that they just went to walk through the streets, don't think he didn't see it. And now I want to snatch his bread! Little bastards!

Peter didn't want to stop the children's misdeeds.

It's chaotic, more chaotic than the dark alleys of Queens. So much so that even if Peter dragged the body of a five-year-old child, he wanted to rush out to do chivalrous deeds.

…… Although the subject of chivalry and righteousness saw the five-year-old child rushing out with a serious face, he couldn't help but show a speechless expression.

But later, when he wanted to go to the police, he found that the police would actually punch and kick the homeless children, and even carry the wallets stolen by the homeless children into his arms.

At first, Peter thought that the GCPD police were just going to hand over the stolen goods and find the owner. Ten minutes later, however, he saw the familiar purse in a dirty corner.

Apparently, the money inside was long gone, and the policeman who had intercepted the wallet walked out of the convenience store contentedly with a cigarette and bacon roll in his mouth.

Peter couldn't believe his eyes.

He didn't know what the city was doing to keep order if even the police couldn't be trusted.

God?

Eventually, Peter learns to ignore it, pretending that he doesn't see the children struggling to live in the world by their own means.

As for himself, the occasional food distribution in churches and welfare homes is already good. And the kind old lady next door allowed him to bring her the newspaper into her room every day from the garden door, and in return was a small piece of dry bread.

Peter sighed again.

He wiped his hands on his pants and continued to think about his fucking life.

I don't know if there's any Doctor Strange in this world, maybe Mr. Strange can help him get back to his own world.

But even if there is still a doctor, I am afraid that by the time he is born, he will be old.

Is he going to find the Supreme Mage himself? But he couldn't even afford a one-way ticket to the Himalayas!

Kama Taj doesn't come running on her own with long legs, let alone the Ancient One.

Peter imagined his gray-haired, haunted back self embracing the young Mr. Stark...... Or maybe he hugged the beautiful and gentle Aunt Mei and cried when his teeth and hair were about to fall out......

No, no, no.

The little spider shook her head desperately, throwing these terrifying images out of her mind.

He still has to find a way to get back into his own world.

A small, fluffy, gold-like head suddenly stretched out.

At the same time, a pair of soft, milky little hands covered Peter's head: "Are you sick?" ”

Peter was startled and jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

"You, you...... Where did you come from? ”

Peter looked in amazement at the child who suddenly appeared beside him. He was obviously sitting against the wall, and if someone came by, he should have noticed it.

"Are you sick?" Little Hope tilted his head, he felt that the person in front of him was very kind, he seemed to have seen each other before, but he couldn't remember it.

"No," Peter's dismayed eyes swept over the child's clean clothes and the small schoolbag behind him, "Child, how did you get here?" ”

Looking at the clothes like a child with a wealthy family, those in high society should live in the diamond district, and no matter how poor it is, it is also the Burnley district. How could you come to Nai Ho Island, which is full of vagabonds and criminals and criminal reserves?

While he hated to admit it, and Peter didn't think it was all bad people, the rest of the city did.

"Daddy brought Hope to school," Hope said, pointing to the dark alley behind him, "Daddy sent me to the door, and then I walked in!" ”

The child doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with his statement.

However, these days, the spider cubs who have been repeatedly beaten by the strange city of Gotham instantly have not very good associations.

I'm afraid this kid was abandoned by his father. Peter frowned. He has seen many teenagers who have been thrown out of the house by their parents in the past few days, and although the child in front of him is a little smaller, it seems that it is not impossible.

Peter's eyes were filled with sympathy when he looked at Hope.

"You...... You ......" Peter was stuck for a long time, but he didn't say anything, and finally he could only hand over the last bite of bread in his hand: "Are you hungry?" ”

I don't know if the kid had enough to eat before he was kicked out of the house.

Hope took the bread and sniffed it, feeling that he didn't really want to eat it, but he was a little hungry.

"I want to eat a little cake." Hope was right. Then he stared at Peter expectantly.

Peter took two steps back, he didn't have a cake. And I'm afraid this kid won't be able to eat the cake in the future.

Hope didn't understand what the human cub on the other side was thinking, but that didn't prevent him from extending his little hand of friendship: "I'm Hope, what's your name?" ”

Peter looked at Hope's clean little hands, and couldn't help but blush a little and put them behind his back, he really wasn't in the mood to take care of himself lately. It's not easy for a five-year-old cub to survive well, even a strong spider cub.

He wiped his hand on his pants several times.

Then he shook Hope's little hand: "My name is Peter Parker, hello." ”

Little Hope smiled as he stared at Peter's curly hair, which was just as curly as he was.

Peter subconsciously smiled back with a friendly smile.

Just as Peter was about to continue to ask something, a lame man suddenly rushed out next to him.

He hugged Hope and held it high.

"Great! I've found you, I've finally found you! ”