Marvel’s Big Villain

The bodyguard of the main building opened the door, and after Peter bowed his head in thanks, he went straight to the living room.

Angelina is not reading a book, she is leaning on the sofa in a comfortable posture, holding a tablet in her hand, browsing videos on the Internet.

Today was a day off, she was dressed casually, obviously she had no intention of going to a party at all.

Take off the princess dress and high heels, and put on elegant lounge clothes.

Angelina lost a little of her cold arrogance and a little more of a quiet and gentle beauty.

At this moment, in Peter's eyes, she seemed to constitute a world-famous painting, which was completely imprinted in his heart.

Angelina heard the knock on the door, but did not hear the greeting, so she looked up.

"Peter, why are you here!"

She thought it was Brian or Gwen, but it was him!

"Hey, Angelina." Peter walked forward restrainedly, shaking his hands up and down restlessly, not knowing where to put them.

"Uh... sorry to disturb your rest... your brother asked me to come..."

Angelina interrupted: "What did he ask you to do?"

"Well, he said you were reading a book... so..." Peter was a little incoherent, probably because he felt that the term "common topic" was too mentally retarded.

"Forget it, you can sit anywhere." Angelina waved at him: "What would you like to drink? Wine?"

"No...I'm not used to drinking, ice water is fine." Peter walked to the sofa and sat down.

Maybe he was worried that Angelina would be disgusted, so he sat far away, with five seats between them.

The servant went to prepare ice water, and after Angelina entertained Peter, she refocused on the tablet.

After sitting for a while, Peter's back was sweating.

This kind of quiet suffering is more unbearable than a noisy party.

"Sir, your ice water... ah!"

The servant came over with a silver tray, and suddenly sprained his ankle, and the water glass splashed on Peter's body.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Peter quickly caught the cup firmly without spilling a drop of water.

"It's beautiful!" Angelina showed her approval, then she looked at the servant who was squatting on the ground and said, "Go down and rest, and wipe your ankles with some medicine."

"Thank you!" The servant limped out of the living room.

Peter picked up the cup and took a sip of ice water to cool down the blood that was about to boil.

Then, he turned his head to look at Angelina's profile, and summoned up his courage to ask, "What are you looking at?"

Angelina raised her head and turned the tablet around: "The new Internet celebrity on Youtube seems to be called Spider-Man, have you seen it?"

Peter's expression froze, then he smiled, and said with some mirth, "Yes, but his name is Spider-Man."

"It's all the same." Angelina turned the tablet around again.

"No, it's not the same." Peter argued, "This guy is fighting crime on the streets of New York, so he can't be called Spider-Man, but Spider-Man."

Angelina turned her head and looked at him with interest: "You know him so well, don't you..."

Peter's eyes lit up, and his expression became serious: "..."

Angelina frowned and said, "Spider-Man's activities are mainly concentrated in Queens, and you live in Queens, so you probably don't know him."

"No, of course I don't know..." Peter shook his head with a sigh of relief, "But I saw him leaping between buildings with a spider's web."

"So that's the case. It seems that you admire him a lot." Angelina said casually.

"Yeah, he's cool, he's strong, the boys adore him," Peter said.

Angelina turned her face and looked at him playfully: "Mr. Spider-Man, don't you feel ashamed to praise yourself so much?"

Hearing this, Peter's mood that had just calmed down became uneasy again.

"Are you kidding, I can't even beat Fleischer, how could it be Spider-Man, that guy can stop the bus with his bare hands!"

Angelina smiled and handed the tablet to Peter.

After taking it, Peter took a look, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The densely packed text and data on the tablet are all information comparisons between Spider-Man and himself.

Angelina took a sip of the green tea on the table and said, "Actually, you hid it very well. In the first few days, I never thought you would be Spider-Man."

"But not long after, your uncle was killed by a white robber. From the next day, Spider-Man suddenly became high-profile, and the candidates for fighting crime were all highly similar to that murderer. I think you are looking for someone to kill you Uncle is the real murderer."

"No, your idea is too crazy!" Peter turned pale, smirking and shaking his head in denial.

"I haven't finished yet." Angelina pointed to the tablet and said, "Go on and scroll down."

"The second and third pages record the time of Spider-Man's activities. Compared with your life time, the two are highly consistent."

"The fourth page is the FBI criminology experts. According to the law of crimes, Spider-Man's address range is delineated. Your home is in the red circle."

"The fifth page is the chemical test report of the spider silk. The results show that the spider silk sprayed by Spider-Man comes from the latest product of the Osborne Industrial Laboratory."

"Coincidentally, you sneaked into Osborne's laboratory disguised as a visitor a few weeks ago. Look at page six, it's Osborne's surveillance video, and your fingerprints and palmprints left in the laboratory .”

"The seventh page is a small experiment I did just now. I ordered the maid to turn her foot, and her position and the direction in which the water glass is poured have been strictly calculated."

"You caught the cup perfectly, and at the same time proved to me that now you have surpassed the limit of human neurological reflexes."

Dozens of pages of evidence were recorded on the tablet. Peter looked terrified and froze in place.

Angelina said she was tired, so she took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

"Of course, these are not conclusive evidence. You have countless reasons to evade and explain. But if this is the case, I may forward this information to the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D. They will be interested in you."

"No! Don't call the police!"

The last sentence directly penetrated Peter's psychological defense.

The intelligence organization must not be allowed to discover his identity. This is Peter's original intention to put on tights and a hood.

This society is far darker and more complicated than what you see.

Don't think that as long as you have superpowers, S.H.I.E.L.D. will warmly welcome you with open arms.

Peter is not Iron Man, and he does not have the capital to manipulate Congress and the government.

Peter is not Captain America, he is not a war hero, and he is not the spiritual belief of generations.

Peter is not the Hulk, he doesn't have the power to tear apart a tank, and he doesn't have a powerful body that can't be destroyed by nuclear weapons.

Although he was only a high school student, Peter knew it very well.

If his identity is completely exposed, then most likely, he will become a lackey of the government.

Appearing in public during the day to perform a show to restore the appalling approval ratings of politicians.

At night, he is forced to participate in various luxurious parties and becomes the mascot of the upper class.

As for Peter's dream of fighting crime and upholding justice, that may always be just a dream.

"It depends on your answer, whether it satisfies me." Angelina said with a smile.

"OK, I admit..." Peter put down the tablet and said in frustration, "I am Spider-Man!"

"what!"

An exclamation resounded through the living room.

The two looked up, and Brian and Gwen stood in the doorway, surprised.

"Oh, my God!" Peter slapped his forehead in despair.

…………

"You got bitten by a spider? How big is the spider?"

In the living room, Peter told the whole story to the three of them. The brothers and sisters were very interested in this and asked many questions.

Although they have superpowers, they are inherited from their father, and Peter is a genetic mutation.

The four chatted for a long time, and Peter gradually relaxed, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

It turned out that some time ago, Peter accidentally found a few photos and some information among his parents' belongings.

After communicating with my uncle, I learned that my parents used to be scientists at Osborne Industries. They were responsible for researching cross-species gene transplantation technology, and they were colleagues and friends with Gwen's mentor, Professor Connors.

So, Peter mixed into Osborne Industries, and wanted to meet with Professor Connors and talk about his parents.

But the chief professor of Osborne Industry was so easy to see, others didn't see him, and he was caught by Gwen, who was an intern.

However, by mistake, Peter accidentally walked into the biosilk laboratory of Osborne Industries, and was bitten by an experimental spider inside.

After returning home, he was surprised to find that his physical strength, agility, endurance, and intelligence had been improved in all aspects, and he also had a sixth sense that surpassed ordinary people.

Just when he thought his life was going to be extremely peaceful, his uncle's death completely brought him to the bottom.

As Angelina guessed, in order to find the murderer, Peter put on a red and blue spider tights, bought raw materials from Osborn Industries to make spider silk, and started his career in fighting crime.

But his vigilante career had just started, and he was spotted by Angelina.

At this time, a piece of news popped up from the tablet on the table.

Angelina clicked on it and looked at it for a while, then handed the tablet to Peter: "Hey, Spider-Man, I think you have a job!"

The news is a video shot by a netizen with a mobile phone.

On the bridge connecting Queens and Manhattan, a huge lizard man is wreaking havoc on the bridge, surrounded by the screams of pedestrians.

"I have to go!" Peter stood up immediately without hesitation.

"Are you going to dress like this?" Gwen reminded.

Peter unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the red and blue tights.

"It's more than ten kilometers away from the bridge. I'll send a helicopter to take you there." Angelina said.

"Yeah, let's go together too, just to watch it up close." Brian drank some wine and was very excited.

"Ok!"

Peter has been dragged onto the thief ship, and can only be forced to agree.

…………

The helicopter roared into the sky, and it didn't take long to appear above the bridge.

"Look! The lizard man is there!" Brian stretched out his hand and said.

On the magnificent cable-stayed bridge, flames and blood were everywhere.

The lizardmen were fighting Stark's guardian armor and had a firm advantage.

The guardian armor has a powerful arsenal, but the lizardmen not only have rough skin and thick flesh, but also have amazing resilience.

It was seriously injured by the dense shells, but it can be restored to its original state in a blink of an eye.

And the lizard man's claws are so sharp that the guardian armor made of alloy can't hold it at all.

"I am leaving!"

After Peter changed his clothes, he jumped out of the cabin.

He shot a few slender spider threads in the air, swinging around on the bridge, and then chose a good angle to rush down, kicking the lizard man away with a volley.

However, although his kick was handsome, it didn't play any role.

Relying on their strong strength and recovery ability, the Lizardman is no problem with one enemy.

After some fighting, all the guardian armors were destroyed, and Peter was also seriously injured.

However, the lizardman's purpose was not to kill them. After subduing the enemies blocking the way, he immediately left the bridge and fled to the distance.

Peter got up from the ground, ready to continue tracking.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

"Peter, I'm Angelina."

Peter looked up at the helicopter and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Stop chasing, you are no match for that lizardman at all."

Hearing this, Peter shot out a spider thread and chased in the direction where the lizard man left.

"No, you can't. If you let him go, more people will die."

Angelina said: "New York has Iron Man and Hulk sitting in town, and they will take care of the lizard people."

Peter said firmly: "But they haven't appeared yet. Although I can't beat it, at least I can hold it back until other heroes arrive."

Angelina was a little annoyed: "Peter, don't think too highly of yourself, now is not the time to show off, if you keep chasing him, you will die!"

"It's not about showing off, it's my duty, and I'm not that weak!" Peter's voice suddenly became much quieter.

"Stop talking, I seem to have found the lair of the lizardmen."

With that said, Peter hung up the phone directly.

"..." Angelina clutched her phone, her face full of anger.

"Relax, maybe Peter can succeed." Brian looked forward to it.

Except for the sister who doesn't deal with it, there is no one of the same kind with super powers around him. This kind of life is actually not very good.

From the bottom of his heart, Brian hopes to have a good friend who is both the same kind and can play together.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Peter called and said in a hurried tone:

"My God, you will never guess what I found here!"

"Say it!" Angelina said impatiently.

"That lizard man... is Gwen's mentor, Professor Connors!"

"What!" Gwen exclaimed.

Peter said: "Professor Connors has a disabled left arm. He has always hoped to use cross-species gene transplantation to treat his arm..."

"Wait a minute, it's impossible!" Gwen interrupted: "This plan is still in the stage of animal experiments, and there has been no progress for so many years. Professor Connors, how can you do experiments on yourself!"

Peter hesitated for a while, and said, "When I got home that day, I found a bunch of formulas in my father's notebook, and then told Professor Conners the formulas, because that was the last step in completing the plan."

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

After working for a long time, it turns out that this monster was created by you yourself, and it really deserves to be beaten up!

"I am responsible for this, and I must stop Professor Connors!" Peter said firmly, "Everyone, I need your help!"