I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 24 Past events
As Peter opened the door, exhaustion washed over him like a tide. Days of bank robberies had left him stretched thin, and his application for a part-time job at the Daily Bugle remained unanswered—not because someone else had gotten there first, but because they had simply rejected him. The notice for a website maintenance intern was still hanging in the school's internship section.

But what made him feel even more depressed was the atmosphere at home.

"Where has he been recently? He comes back so late every day..." Aunt Mei's voice came from the kitchen, with undisguised worry.

"Don't worry, May, I'll talk to him." Uncle Ben's voice was gentle but firm. "He's a good boy and won't cause any trouble."

Peter stood at the door, sighed silently, and pushed the door open. Aunt May seemed to want to say something, but Uncle Ben had already stepped forward quickly, patted his shoulder gently, and led him out: "I'll talk to Peter, May, it'll be okay. Come on, kid."

The garage was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of motor oil and old leather. Uncle Ben rummaged through the junk and pulled out two pairs of boxing gloves. He threw one on the hood and expertly put the other on his hands.

"Gwen told me a little about you, Peter," Uncle Ben said calmly, adjusting the straps of his gloves. "But I guess that's not all. There's also something about spiders, right?"

"I just..." Peter opened his mouth.

"Don't just talk," Uncle Ben interrupted, pointing to the other pair of gloves with his chin. "Put them on and let's practice."

Peter silently put on his gloves and assumed the fighting stance Uncle Ben had taught him.

"Now, listen carefully." Uncle Ben raised his hands in a defensive stance. "You attack, I'll defend. Every time your punch misses, think carefully about why you missed. Then think carefully before you throw the next punch—come on!"

Peter threw a straight punch, but Uncle Ben easily dodged it by leaning sideways. Just as he was about to adjust his posture and throw a second punch as Uncle Ben had instructed, he was hit hard on the forehead.

"Ow!"

"See, Peter, there's no point dwelling on the past. Whether your last punch landed or not shouldn't affect your next one. Standing here, the only thing you should be thinking about is what's next."

"I know, Uncle Ben, I just can't forget it."

"Then think of something else, Peter."

Uncle Ben took off his boxing gloves as he spoke, then took out his old laptop from the car. "After hearing what Gwen said, I knew you should see this, so I brought the computer down. I probably should have shown you this a long time ago."

Peter covered his forehead and walked to Uncle Ben's side. Uncle Ben turned on the computer, the screen lit up, and a fire report came into view.

“Remember the fire?”

"Of course, it was the first time I used my ability to save people in a fire scene..."

"Have you seen this?"

Uncle Ben clicked on a favorite webpage and was redirected to a video. In the video, a mother's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs:
"I don't know who you are, or if you can see this... but I have to say thank you. When the firefighters stopped me, you rushed in and saved my daughter..."

The video was of a mother thanking her husband, her words becoming incoherent towards the end. It was the first time Peter had seen such a video.

And then the second one, from here on out, Spider-Man shows up.

Spider-Man assisted the Disaster Control Bureau in fighting thugs, Spider-Man helped firefighters put out a high-rise fire, and Spider-Man blocked a bullet to save a police officer on duty...

Help the elderly find their lost pigeons, help shop owners clean up graffiti on the walls, or even just help people find their lost cats.

Peter himself can't remember all the big and small things Spider-Man has done, but someone else does. They don't know how to contact Spider-Man, so they can only express their gratitude in the simplest way - someone built a website to collect these clips.

"I...have never seen these." Peter's voice trembled a little.

"But you should look at it, kid." Uncle Ben put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't always focus on what you haven't done. Look at what you have done. No matter how your enemies slander you, no matter how Jameson discredits you, those who have been helped by you will always know the truth." He paused, his eyes firm.

"Spider-Man gives people hope, Peter. What are you frustrated about? Do you think you haven't done enough? Look at this—you've made so many people's lives better. My nephew has long been a hero who can bring smiles to the world."

"What you do is far more important than what you don't do."

Peter's throat tightened. He had always thought his actions were just a small effort, never considering that they could actually change anything.

"These people...their lives have improved because of me?" He murmured, as if asking Uncle Ben, but also as if asking himself, "Can I really do this?"

Uncle Ben smiled and nodded.

"You did this. Look at these videos. Your help to them will always be here. Your past is not just what you didn't do. Compared to what you have done, it only accounts for such a tiny part."

"I'm so proud of everything my nephew has done, and you should be too, Peter."

"I, thank you, Uncle Ben, I don't know what to say."

Peter watched the videos, as if thinking for a long time, and finally choked out a laugh: "So, Spider-Man brings hope to everyone. If friendly neighbors are not happy, who can make everyone happy? Right. I will carry a smile and hope every day."

"Ben! Peter?!" Aunt May's voice came from the house.

"Okay, go and apologize to your Aunt Mei." Uncle Ben lowered his voice and said, "If you always come back so late, you won't be able to fool her anymore."

"No, never again."

Back in the room, Peter took out an old briefcase from the depths of the closet and took out an old notebook - it was Richard Parker's relic, which recorded some of his sudden ideas at work. Spider-Man's synthetic spider web formula came from this.

But the old spiderweb fluid was no longer enough to withstand the terrifying threat. Peter opened his computer, consulted his notes, and began experimenting with improved formulas. Previously, he had never imagined he could improve upon his father's invention. But now, looking at the formulas and the hand-drawn drawings of spiderweb structures he knew so well, Peter memorized every chemical reagent he could find at school and began constructing a model of the new web he would create using the new spiderweb fluid.

"It seems that people always have to push themselves." He muttered to himself. He never thought that he could do such a thing in the Marvel world.

He pulled bottles of chemicals out of the closet and stuffed them into his schoolbag. The rest of the supplies were at Midtown Middle School. As the representative high school in cooperation with Osborne Technology, it had all the necessary equipment.

I don't think any teacher would mind "borrowing" some chemical materials. Theoretically, the strength of the new spider web can be increased by about 20%, which is enough to deal with the horror.

No... there is another very important point.

Terror is now very cautious and acts with others. During a bank robbery, he will choose to evacuate quickly and not give others any chance. If Terror cannot be found, it will be useless even if you think of a way to defeat him.

But fortunately, he has two good friends, one suspected to be the world's seventh genius, and the other suspected to be Osborn's heir. Together they join a detective agency whose president is a superhero who is a professional detective... although he doesn't have super powers yet.

The darkness gradually deepened. Peter checked the time and thought he could probably sleep for another hour or two. He planned to put the notebook back in his bag and go to bed.

He touched something in his bag, which turned out to be Richard Parker's old Canon camera. He turned it on and found that it was still working.

The Daily Bugle also seems to have published an acquisition announcement for Spider-Man photos?

Peter put the camera on the table, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Well, Herman, it's my turn to come to you this time."

(End of this chapter)