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

Chapter 781 A Pair of Unlucky Guys, Two Spider-Men

The formidable Sinister Sixteen did not immediately launch an attack on the entire city, because their memories told them that if they split up, they would be easily defeated one by one. So they chose to eliminate the enemy first. They gave Spider-Man three hours to get to the Daily Bugle, or they would start killing Jonah Jameson and kill them one by one, live-streaming the killings.

Peter knew that the Spider-Man of this universe would eventually go; they might make Jonah suffer a bit, but they would definitely go. However, just in case, Peter first approached Gwen: "Gwen, if possible, could you infiltrate the Daily Bugle? Although I don't think the enemy is likely to harm the hostages before Spider-Man arrives, just in case, I need you to keep an eye on things."

"No problem, leave it to me. I guarantee no one will recognize me. In fact, no one will even remember me."

Peter watched Gwen leave, then turned and walked towards the attic. The clone Spider-Man was crouching on the edge of the building, squinting at the distance. Peter walked up to him: "I believe he'll go in the end, just as I believe you will."

"Yes, I will definitely go... at least this time."

The clone sighed as he spoke, "Can you imagine? I woke up today and I still remember that I was the friendly neighbor Spider-Man. I didn't feel anything was wrong. I didn't find any specific memories of the 17 years I fought in 22 years, nor did I find that Miles Warren had completely disappeared from my head. I didn't find anything."

“Many people say that what truly defines a person is not their birth or their bloodline, but what they do and what they decide to do, which determines who they are.” The clone laughed rather miserably. “But what if one day you discover that your memories, the things you did in the past, and the things that determined who you are, are all false? Then who am I?”

This is what the clone is silently agonizing over; he's just here, wanting some peace and quiet. He's waiting almost three hours before setting off again, and it seems he doesn't intend to come back alive.

Peter stood right next to him.

“Maybe he’ll envy you? A friendly neighbor who’s still full of energy, a Spider-Man who can protect everyone, a Spider-Man who can face anything with a smile.” Peter looked at the clone: ​​“Look at him. If he saw you, he might think… you’re the better Spider-Man, maybe even that you’re the Spider-Man who deserves MJ. And him? He’s a good-for-nothing fat nerd. Maybe dying in the Daily Bugle would be a better end for him.”

“He…we are the same person, at least the memories are.” After hesitating for a moment, the clone actually began to make excuses for the fat Peter: “After all, you know…uh, his life before was really not going well. I think, no, he felt that he was not ready to be a father.”

"He failed at everything in his life, accomplishing nothing except being Spider-Man. He couldn't stop a teacher from dying, nor could he stop another teacher from becoming a monster. He couldn't explain to his best friend why his father died, nor could he stop his best friend from becoming the next villain... Aunt May died, his investments failed, and every job he did failed because of Spider-Man..."

"Peter Parker-style luck."

The clone laughed: "Yeah, Peter Parker-style luck. And MJ said she wanted a child, but what could Peter Parker give his child? Even if he planned to die, what could I give MJ? We're the same, we know we can't give anything, we're afraid... we'll only lose more."

After a moment of silence, Peter suddenly spoke up: "If he really has a child, if he really plans to have a child, do you think that child's uncle will take good care of him? Like... Uncle Ben." "Uncle Ben... if he really has a child..."

Upon hearing this, the clone muttered to himself, "Like Uncle Ben... Now that there's a Peter Parker, I can't be called Peter Parker anymore, right?"

"I don't know, but if I'm out and about and don't use my own name, I'll combine Uncle Ben's name with Aunt Mei's maiden name to create an alias."

"Benjamin Riley."

The clone stood up and smiled. "That's a good name. Looks like I still have an hour or two left. Maybe I'll have some time. Could you give me some money? I'm planning to get my hair dyed. Oh, and I'll buy some spray paint. I'm planning to repaint my suit."

Peter took out his wallet—he wasn't entirely sure if his money would work in this universe, or if it would cause any problems, but it was all the money he had on him. As for the chubby Peter, he didn't even look like someone who could pull out $400.

Watching the clone swing away on its webs, Peter nodded and returned to the attic. In the attic, the fat Peter struggled to pull up his pants, barely managing to put on his uniform, before looking at Peter and saying, "See? Haha, I'm still Spider-Man. I can do it!"

"I'm glad to see that you're still willing to stand up for us."

Fat Peter fell silent. He thought for a while, then decided to say nothing: "Where's my good brother? Where did he go?"

"He felt he couldn't be called Peter Parker anymore, so he changed his name to 'Ben Riley,' so when your child is born, there will be an Uncle Ben. To fit the identity, he plans to get a trendy hairstyle."

Fat Peter chewed on the name for a while: "Uncle Ben's name and Aunt May's surname... What did he say? When my child is born? But I... Ah, it must be you who said something, right?"

“If I hadn’t said anything, he was going to fight to the death to dismantle his identity crisis. It turns out he wanted to live, just like you were still delivering pizzas and keeping your Spider-Man suit. And he trusted you about the kids.”

Fat Peter was silent for a while, then chuckled and prepared to leave, but Peter glanced at his belly, stopped him, and handed him the nanosuit: "Wear this, uncle."

(End of this chapter)