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

Chapter 698 Picking out two pieces of clothing

Peter couldn't really tell the difference between the suits. Although he could tell that some suits were single-breasted and some were double-breasted, and that some were European, British, and American, overall, Peter couldn't see any difference when he wore them.

But that doesn't stop him from putting on a badass dance in front of a full-length mirror while wearing a suit.

Felicia sat to the side, watching and sighing.

"what are you doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, let me try on the new clothes to see if they fit."

Is this your reason for dancing here? Well, it's not really dancing, but it's really funny. After a moment of silence, Felicia looked at Peter, who had returned to normal and was standing in front of the full-length mirror, and asked her, "What do you think? I think it's alright."

You said every piece of clothing was okay.

Peter innocently explained that he genuinely thought every piece of clothing was fine, and that choosing clothes wasn't about choosing what he needed. In his opinion, he didn't need to buy a new suit; it was entirely Felicia's choice, so of course he had to ask Felicia.

"No, this makes you look too thin, like a bamboo pole... Although you're actually quite thin to begin with, you look better in the uniform. Did you put fake muscles in there?"

Peter looked at Felicia in astonishment. How could this woman have such thoughts? With his level of exercise and the intensity of his battles, how could his muscles not be defined? After shrug, Peter decided to move on to the next suit. He found a sales assistant to change out of the suit he had just tried on, and then asked her something out of curiosity.

"Speaking of which, what if I don't have money? I'd be too embarrassed to ask Aunt Mei for money. Even if you were to drag me to Aunt Mei's place, I wouldn't agree."

Seeing Felicia looking at suits in the clothing store, Peter suddenly asked a question that Felicia hadn't expected. "Well, I have money I can lend you. Of course, if you don't think you need to pay it back, I can buy you a couple of suits as a gift."

Peter looked at Felicia with some surprise. Because his identity was kept secret, Peter always kept two sets of accounts: one set belonged to Spider-Man, especially the investments in the Avengers and Osborn, plus the sale of various merchandise, which made him quite wealthy; the other set of accounts belonged to Peter Parker, which was not exactly poor.

After all, he also maintained the Daily Bugle's website, occasionally took some photos, and had the identity of an intern at Baxter Building—although Baxter Building didn't actually pay much, since Reed Richards' main point was that science itself was fun.

But he certainly wouldn't spend money extravagantly. In fact, Peter initially planned to just rent a suit from a clothing store, which is also the choice of many students during the homecoming season. It was Felicia who dragged him here.

"The Hardy family is very rich?"

“No, my father is very rich, you know, he is a very famous… art collector.”

Peter suddenly became interested, or rather, had more questions: "I'm very curious why the IRS hasn't come to check these accounts."

“What are you thinking? Those are all legal art collections. My father did collect a lot of art during his lifetime, and he opened a museum and set up a foundation with these artworks, so the IRS can’t really say anything about it.”

Peter was actually quite skeptical about the true provenance of these artworks, but since the IRS hadn't said anything, it at least meant that their ownership was currently undisputed. Furthermore, the civet cat had been dead for several years without any ownership issues being raised, indicating that the foundation's artworks were at least clean. He was simply very shocked by Felicia's wealth.

"If your family is so rich... why are you studying at Midtown Middle School?"

Felicia didn't answer Peter's question directly: "Well, isn't Harry Osborn also very rich?"

“Harry’s situation was a bit special. At that time, his relationship with his father was very bad, so naturally he didn’t intend to go to school according to his father’s wishes. He came to Midtown Middle School entirely out of spite… although Norman didn’t stop him.”

After Peter finished speaking, he looked at Felicia. Felicia just smiled and then looked at Peter: "Think about it carefully, little brother. Rather than asking why I want to go to a public high school, I should ask why I don't want to go to a private high school."

Peter grasped the point Felicia made. In Felicia's view, Midtown High School was nothing special; what was special was that it was a public high school... and because there were things she didn't need in a private school, she chose to attend a public one.

"...Please don't tell me it's attendance rate."

Felicia rolled her eyes: "What else? Even if I spend a year or two in Europe, I can still graduate. That's why I went to a public high school. It's not as complicated as you think. Midtown High School isn't some kind of lucky place... at least it wasn't when I enrolled."

As for now, it's hard to say.

After the two of them spent some more time choosing, Felicia finally reluctantly picked out a suit. Peter, who had barely spoken for the past three hours, paid for it and followed her into a roadside café to rest.

Felicia sat by the window, looking at the street outside, and suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"what happened?"

Peter looked over as well, but since his spider-sense and other senses didn't register anything, he assumed nothing had happened. However, Felicia's expression suggested otherwise. After a moment's thought, Felicia suddenly looked at Peter and asked, "Have you noticed that the number of homeless people has decreased?"

"The Hand previously went on a killing spree in New York, eliminating many gangsters and banning the release of many enhancement products, so..."

Peter realized something was wrong. He subconsciously believed that the crackdown on gangs and the ban on enhancers would lead to a decrease in homeless people, but theoretically this did not seem to be the case in this country. He glanced back at the homeless people still on the street and then carefully recalled the street from his previous memory.

"No, that's not right. It didn't start decreasing during the Hand meeting, it only started decreasing in the last few days. Could it be that the Hand..."

Peter, who was contemplating whether to tell Matt, suddenly heard a sound. He and Felicia looked out the window and saw a somewhat familiar fat man printed on the exterior of a van that was broadcasting throughout the city.

"Fisk Relief Center provides a safe haven for all citizens in need."

(End of this chapter)