Marvel: Starting with Spider-Man No Return

"Beep beep..."

Suddenly, the cell phone in Yang Ming's pocket rang, and Gwen took out the cell phone from Yang Ming's body, saw that the caller ID was Peter, and quickly connected the call.

"Hey, Peter..."

"I'm fine, the monsters have left, you send them away, don't come back, leave the rest to me."

"Can you?"

"Believe me."

In the garage, Peter hung up the phone and looked at Harry with complicated eyes.

"They won't come back, and Mary won't reveal your secret, don't worry."

Harry looked down at the still green skin on the back of his hand, smiling bitterly.

"So what? I won't live long."

"No, Harry, I will find a way to cure you." Peter quickly comforted.

As soon as the words fell, black liquid stretched out from behind him, and quickly condensed into a devil's face.

"Quack quack, Peter, do you want to save your good brother, I can help you..."

The restlessness of Venom made Peter's face look ugly.

"What do you want to do?"

"I just want to help."

"No, ghosts believe you..."

"Oh, Peter, you make me so sad, we're buddies..."

"Shet, go back."

"No, I want to talk to you..."

"Shut up, you have breath..."

As the two bickered, Harry stared at the evil black devil with surprise in his eyes.

"Oh God, what is this?"

Venom turned his head and grinned grimly: "I am... Venom."

……

a week later.

Under Harry's signal, none of the witnesses who were present that day dared to disclose information about the monster.

The episode of the villa came to an end, and Peter also embarked on the road of punishing evil and promoting good, and fighting criminals.

He has always longed for superpowers, and with the help of venom, he is eager to become a superhero like Spider-Woman.

It was one of his wishes...

Under Harry's hype, Black Spider-Man soon became the third civilian icon after Spider-Woman and Spider-Man.

The involution between Spider-Man begins.

In the room, Peter saw a lot of comments from fans of Black Spider-Man on the Internet. He was full of vanity and thought about going out again tonight.

The combat power is not as good as Spider-Man, and he must surpass him in terms of popularity.

Yes, to work hard, to struggle!

"Zizi..."

Suddenly, the computer screen goes black and the power goes out throughout the apartment, leaving Peter annoyed that he can no longer watch the comments praising him online.

Walking out of the room, I saw Ben Parker lighting the candles he had prepared earlier, and then calmly made a phone call to ask someone to turn on the backup power.

"Uncle, the power went out for the sixth time this month, do you really need someone to check the line?"

Although he was in a bad mood, Peter still suppressed his irritable heart and smiled at his only relative.

Ben Parker looked at Peter and said with a smile, "No, there will be frequent power outages here in the future, just get used to it."

"Oh... well then!"

Peter shrugged, thinking that he was a superhero and shouldn't worry about the little blackout, so he stopped being angry.

"Uncle, I'll go out and come back later."

Peter was about to change his shoes when Ben Parker stopped him suddenly.

"Peter, you seem different."

"Yes, Uncle, I've gotten better." Peter said confidently.

Ben Parker shook his head, "Son, I know you've become better, but with greater power comes greater responsibility..."

"Okay, uncle, I see."

Peter was a little impatient, and after interrupting Ben Parker's next words, he couldn't wait to leave the house.

Looking at the empty room, Ben Parker sighed.

"Zizi..."

A blue electric light flickered from the window for a moment, and Max, who was covered in blue light, came to Ben Parker and squatted down to comfort him.

"Uncle Parker, don't worry about Peter, he is very capable."

"Max, thank you for telling me Peter's secret."

……

The weather at night was very bad, with dark clouds, a cold wind sweeping across the city, and a light rain soon fell.

On the top of the tall building, Peter turned into a venom spider and scanned the nearby streets in the rain.

After this period of cleaning, there were no criminals in the nearby area, and a sense of loss could not help but emerge from his heart.

He is empty without criminals.

"Woooooooo..."

Soon, under Peter's persistent watch, the sound of sirens from a distance lifted his spirits.

"coming……"

"call……"

Suddenly, the wind passed by my ears, and a familiar voice came.

"Good evening, Peter."

Peter's eyes blurred for a while, and he saw the red and blue figure flying past at an unstoppable speed.

"Bye, Peter"

Peter: "..."

"Oh, it's really bad luck to be preempted by Mr. Spider again."

Peter was helpless, and immediately gave up the opportunity to compete with the other party to save the citizens.

According to Yami, this situation is called involution.

If I can't beat it, I will definitely...

"Peter, feed me, we will definitely defeat him." Venom began to egg again.

"Shut up, you only ate pig's head two days ago."

"No, it was three days ago."

"Hungry ghost, don't play tricks..."

Just about to argue with Venom, Peter casually glanced at the street and found a familiar figure.

"It's Mary..."

Excited, Peter jumped off the tall building.

Three days ago, Harry and Mary broke up.

Mary is his second wish.

……

"Guys, don't miss me too much, bye~"

In the next street, amidst the cheers of enthusiastic citizens, Yang Ming launched a spider's thread to swing up a tall building, found a hidden place and started counting money.

"A total of 150 this time...Damn, Peter's soul is frequently dispatched, the introversion is serious, and his income has dropped a lot."

Yang Ming cursed and put the US dollars into his pocket, then took out his mobile phone to browse the web.

It's not an option to continue like this, he still has to collect 100 billion US dollars to make steel armor!

The last time Harry invited him to work in the Osborne Group, Yang Ming refused.

If a superhero goes to work as a security guard, he will be ashamed if his "peers" find out, and he won't make much money.

Be sure to find a lucrative career.

Thinking about it, Yang Ming suddenly caught a glimpse of the huge poster in the opposite square, and frowned.

How about... Try it?

Chapter 35 International first-line big name, Spiderman

Sunny afternoon, tea time.

Daily Bugle, Office.

"Boss, boss, big news..."

Clumsy newspaper employees burst into the office, cameras raised, faces flushed with excitement.

"Boss, big news, Spiderman... Uh, what are you doing, boss?"

Looking at Jameson in the office, with a precious cigar in his mouth and holding a model of Spider-Woman in his hands, dancing to the music, the employees were confused.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing someone enter the door, Jameson hid the model in a jerk, turned off the music, stroked his sexy mustache awkwardly, took a deep breath of his cigar, and pretended to sit calmly on the chair.

"Jack, didn't I tell you to knock before entering?" Jameson said sternly, smoking a cigar.

The employee quickly apologized: "I'm sorry boss, I'm rude, but it's really big news..."

While talking, he quickly took out the photo and put it on the desk, excitedly said: "Boss, look quickly, it's Spiderman..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jameson blew his beard and stared, slapped the table and cursed: "Jack, you are challenging my bottom line.

As I said, my newspaper doesn't cover everything about Spider-Man, Spider-Woman is the real hero.

The guy in the metal suit is a complete piece of trash, he's not even a man. "

Jameson seemed to have thought of something sad, looking at the "street photo" of Spider-Woman on the table with a heartbroken expression.

"He...he actually did something to my Spider-Woman, I can't spare him!" He gritted his teeth and almost bit off the cigar in his mouth.

No matter which world you are in, Jameson is the biggest black fan of Spider-Man, and George is nothing compared to him.

Seeing this, the employee scratched his head, "But boss, this time it's really big news, Spider-Man has made an advertisement."

Jameson dismissed it, "What's so strange about shooting commercials, I don't... what?"

He stood up abruptly, picked up the photo on the table and looked at it carefully, as if he was trying to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

In the photo, Spider-Man in a metal suit shoots spider silk and leaps in the air at the commercial shooting site.

"Jack, isn't this guy a stuntman?" Jameson looked skeptical.

Jack affirmed: "It can't be wrong, what I saw with my own eyes is the real Spider-Man.

No stuntman dared to take any protective measures, jumped from the highest point of the Empire State Building, and completed all kinds of unimaginable actions midway. "