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Chapter 749 Visit
Peter wasn't surprised that Cindy knew he was there. After all, she could sense his presence at any time, though this sense wasn't usually very clear. But Cindy certainly knew how close he was to her.

He was just wondering why Cindy wasn't resting in bed properly, or perhaps she had knocked something over. So he went upstairs and knocked on the door, only to find it wasn't closed.

Could it be that the sound just now was Cindy opening the door for me?

Peter said "Excuse me" as he opened the door and saw Cindy lying on the bed covered by a blanket. She seemed flustered, as if she had no idea Peter was there. Her gaze was also somewhat evasive. "Uh, sorry, I'm not feeling well..."

“I’m not here to blame you, I’m here to see you. Fury said you were sick, or maybe it was Coulson. I’m not sure whose number it is.”

As Peter spoke, he placed a fruit basket and a box of cookies on Cindy's desk. The room was unexpectedly tidy, with no extra wallpaper and very... well, it should be said that the furniture was just plain white, and even the curtains were pure beige.

Peter felt that the girls he knew generally had rather simple rooms, but he wasn't sure if all girls' rooms were like that, since he hadn't been to many girls' rooms. Gwen, Felicia, and then Cindy... that couldn't be considered many.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy and my temperature is slightly elevated, less than 39 degrees Celsius. I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

It's less than 39 degrees... Sister, do you want to hear what you're saying?
"Okay, get some rest. I heard the doctor came to see you. If you feel... it's best to follow the doctor's advice."

Peter hesitated for a moment, then took out the books he had bought for Cindy: "I brought you two books, you should like them. 'The Mask of the Red Death' and 'The Dark Tower'... Would you like me to get you a glass of water? Or do something else? Would you like me to peel an apple for you?"

Cindy first shook her head, then fully peeked out from under the covers, looked at Peter, and asked hesitantly, "Could you read them to me? Those novels you bought..."

"Uh, of course, no problem. I haven't read either of these books either."

To be precise, Peter hadn't paid much attention to Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King, so he opened the book and started reading.

Time passed little by little. After Peter read to Cindy for a while, almost perfectly finishing a section, he turned to look at the door. The door was opened, and then Cindy's "mother" came in with two glasses of milk: "I thought you might be thirsty, so I came to check on you. Also, Cindy, remember to rest."

After the door closed again, Peter checked that there were no listening devices in the room, reinforced the room's soundproofing with nanobots, and then looked at Cindy: "How is your family?"

“They’re safe, and they come back often. It’s Fury’s arrangement, except…”

Cindy shook her head as she spoke. For her, being separated from her family was not something she wanted, but what happened last time was too frightening, which is why she accepted Fury's LMD program.

But that's not what Peter was worried about.

The LMD Fury used on Cindy's family was an older model. With just a little testing, people could easily tell that it was a technological creation. Moreover, this level of LMD was also public knowledge within S.H.I.E.L.D. In other words, S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that Cindy's current family was fake, and Hydra knew this even more.

Having just been tricked by Strange yesterday, Peter subconsciously began to suspect that Cindy was being used by Fury as bait. After thinking for a moment, he decided to put that aside for now and ask Fury later. He then asked Cindy, "How did you suddenly catch a cold and fever? Did you get chilled? Did you wash your hair last night and not dry it properly before getting chilled?" "No, no, I was fine during training the past few days, nothing happened, but after sleeping one night, I felt a little unwell the next day..."

Peter suddenly tensed up: "When did this happen?"

He was so nervous because he was worried that he might have caused Cindy's fever. After all, at this time last night, he seemed to have been causing trouble on the border of hell, using the Web of Fate to summon the Spider Gods. It would be bad if Cindy got sick because of this.

But Cindy's answer surprised Peter, because it was a day earlier than he had expected.

"Okay, let's read the next one first."
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A few hours later, Peter came out of Cindy's house. School ended at a little after three o'clock, and it was already past six. He sighed and was about to put on his uniform to go on patrol when he saw a black luxury SUV parked on the side of the street. The window rolled down, and he saw a black bald guy with a hard-boiled head.

Peter walked to the car, opened the door, and got in. Fury seemed to be chewing gum or something: "You should be 16 by now, right? Have you thought about getting a driver's license or something? It would be really convenient."

"Maybe I should go, but given the traffic conditions in New York, it might be more convenient to swing on a spider web than to drive."

Fury simply nodded, then looked at Cindy's house: "I found a doctor I have good personal connections with, through Strange's connections. He used to be a surgeon and knows some other people. So if she just has a normal cold, you don't need to worry."

Peter immediately looked at Fury: "What if? So what?"

“She’s sick, and unusually sick. Don’t you find that strange? I’ve checked the surroundings and the surveillance footage, and I can confirm that everything she’s doing is normal. Given her constitution, she shouldn’t be getting such a minor illness.”

Peter looked at Fury, then shook his head: "Perhaps it was just an accident or bad luck that caused this to happen?"

“I’ve had that thought too, which is why I’m here waiting, Peter Parker.”

"wait for me?"

Fury simply shook his head, then rolled down the car window. Standing on the street outside was a person Peter hadn't seen in a long time: Mrs. Spider, Julia Carpenter.

Do you still think this was just an accident, a minor cold?

Fury looked at Peter, who took a deep breath and opened the car door, intending to have a good talk with Mrs. Spider.

　Americans use the ridiculous Fahrenheit system, but I didn't want to convert it, so I used Celsius. The same goes for other units. The American imperial system is a very strange system of measurement.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)