Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

From this perspective, Osborn in this world and Uncle Ben's death should be unrelated.

Peter felt slightly relieved.

If Uncle Ben's death in this world is also related to Osborn, then he'll have to consider asking Aunt May if she has a boyfriend named Ben XXX when he gets back.

Oh wait, there's no Osborn in his world!

That's fine.

Peter shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, now is not the time to think about these things. I need to focus on clearing my name!"

Peter took the Spider Suit out of his backpack and put it on.

Well, I have to say, although Peter has been Spider-Man for about the same amount of time as him, his suit is much better in terms of appearance and material than his baby pajamas.

Especially that huge spider pattern, wow, how come he never thought of designing it like that before?

"Ready? Let's go!" Peter stood up, stretched his body, felt the tightness of the suit, and then jumped down.

His target was a police car below.

That was Sheriff George Stacy's car.

He seemed to have received a phone call, and then left home in a hurry without even eating.

Peter guessed that he must have received some kind of urgent police report.

Perfect, this is a good opportunity for him to salvage some of his image in Sheriff Stacy's eyes.

That's right, that's his "strategy".

Well, this might not even be considered a strategy; it's just a public relations move.

This proves that he did not fight against evil out of personal revenge.

"Wow! This is the feeling! I never thought that after wandering around my area for a whole hour, I could wander around again here!" Peter shouted as he walked through the street.

"Ouch!" Peter turned around a corner ahead and saw a couple kissing in a dark alley, their restless hands writing a symphony of burgeoning hormones.

But Peter's appearance broke the ambiguous atmosphere, and a pair of bewildered eyes looked up at him.

Peter chuckled awkwardly and quickly apologized, "Sorry, don't mind me. I'm a professional Spider-Man, I only have my target in my eyes. I definitely didn't see you kissing, and I didn't see your hands... uh, don't, don't pull out your guns!"

Peter landed on the wall and quickly escaped along it.

That man was so uncivilized; he actually made a gesture as if he was about to pull out a gun and shoot him. How terrifying!

However, perhaps influenced by the original Peter, the current Peter is also somewhat nervous.

Because he didn't know what kind of trouble he would encounter if he went with Sheriff Stacy, and he didn't know if Sheriff Stacy would hate him so much that she would issue a bounty on his head if he ruined things this time.

He even imagined his own picture being pasted on a bounty poster.

Oh, that's absolutely terrifying!

Peter shivered and nearly fell.

"Sigh, what a twist of fate. How could he fall in love with the daughter of someone who thinks his other side is public enemy number one? This guy is really 'lucky'." Peter complained about the original Peter, his tone tinged with sourness.

Despite the criticism, it must be said that Peter's ex-girlfriend, Gwen Stacy, was indeed very attractive.

Blonde hair, long legs, gentle and intellectual academic genius.

Of course, he also liked a girl at school named Liz, but unfortunately she basically didn't even glance at him.

hum~

Peter was lost in thought as he continued on his way.

The spider senses suddenly started throbbing wildly without warning!

No, it can't be said that it was completely without warning.

The appearance of spider-sense is the biggest sign!

At the same time, Peter felt his grip loosen slightly.

His expression changed.

Oh no, the spider silk didn't go out!

The web-shooter suddenly malfunctioned.

Peter was speechless, complaining about how unreliable Spider-Man was in this world.

Although his web shooters were rudimentary and not as good as the ones that came with Iron Man's suit, they shouldn't have broken down so suddenly.

And the consequences of a sudden breakdown are just like what we're seeing now.

Chapter 22 Encounter

Feeling his body sinking, Peter quickly reached out his other hand.

Fortunately, the web shooter in his left hand was still usable. However, due to some of his habits, he had just used the fixed point on his right to shoot the web, and it would obviously be unreasonable to use the left-hand shooter to shoot there.

Therefore, he had no choice but to hurriedly search for another suitable fixed point on the left.

The speed of free fall is very fast.

Even though Peter reacted quickly, he didn't have time to think too much in the rush and could only find a place that was roughly the same.

Snapped!

Peter felt a sense of relief as he felt the solid force emanating from the spider silk.

"Very good, that's more like an idea! But it's not quite good enough to change the angle yet!"

Peter nearly crashed into a car below due to the angle of the impact.

In the critical moment, he grabbed the spider silk with both hands and exerted force from the waist down, almost folding his upper body together with it.

call out--

My bottom feels cool.

He vaguely felt the friction of his buttocks scraping against the metal roof of the car.

But now is not the time to worry about that.

"Watch out! Spider-Man Express is flying by!"

Peter shouted, trying to find humor in his misery.

"Wow!"

The spider silk finally swung to its highest point, and Peter crashed directly into the edge of the third floor of a residential building, then fell to the second floor fire escape, and finally fell off the edge of the fire escape and hit the ground.

"Ouch! My back!" Peter groaned as he lay on the ground. The fusion between his body and the spider genes did not seem to have reached its peak yet, and the strength was slightly weaker.

That collision likely hit his spine, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

“Sorry, buddy, this really isn’t my fault. Who knew that this web-shooter you made would malfunction at the crucial moment?” Peter muttered to himself, apologizing to the other consciousness within his body.

Even after time-traveling a second time, he wasn't entirely sure what his current state was.

Did he temporarily borrow another Spider-Man's body?

Or has he temporarily merged with another Spider-Man?

Well, no matter what, it's always good to apologize first.

Just then, several figures walked quickly toward Peter, who was lying on the ground, not far away.

As they walked, they pulled out a white mask from their bodies, and then took out weapons such as metal rods and water pipes.

The leader said, "Who's going to call the boss? Tell him we've caught that masked clown!"

Peter's spider-sense startled him awake. He barely managed to lift his head and look in that direction. His night vision allowed him to see the attire of several people in the darkness: "Who...are you?"

The leader simply strode over to Peter, looking down at him condescendingly: "Let me guess, you must be that Spider-Boy who's been causing trouble all over the neighborhood lately, right? Now it seems you're not so amazing after all!"

"Ha, is wearing a mask a trend these days?" Peter felt his body's condition. His body, which had been damaged by the strong impact, was repairing itself rapidly. This injury seemed to have stimulated his body's potential, further accelerating the gene fusion process.

About another minute?

No, just give me thirty seconds!

Peter silently calculated in his mind.

"beat him!"

However, these people clearly did not want to give him a chance to catch his breath.

The four men surrounded Peter and started punching and kicking him. It was truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs.

Fortunately, these guys didn't seem inclined to reveal their true colors.

Peter thought to himself, trying to find some humor in his predicament.

As for these people's fists and feet?

It hurts a little, but only a little.

The damage they caused was not as fast as his body's self-repair.

But this can't go on forever.