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Peter woke up before dawn the next day. It was also because he had changed places. He didn't sleep soundly at all. He silently pulled out his phone from under the pillow and looked at the time. It was only [-]:[-] in the morning. To be honest, the final exam He never got up so early.

After waking up, he lay in bed for an hour. Until six o'clock, Mr. Parker, who was not much older than him, rolled up the quilt and began to struggle on the bed. He turned himself over like a pancake, and stood up with his back away from the bed Less than [-] centimeters later, he fell back with a "bump", moaning and rubbing against his own pillow, while pulling the quilt over his head.

Peter: "..."

The alarm clock has rung for the fifth time.

Peter called out in a low voice, "Mr. Parker?"

Parker muttered vaguely: "Sleep for another 2 minutes..."

Peter held his mobile phone and pinched the stopwatch for 2 minutes. After 2 minutes, he called again.

Parker: "5 more minutes of sleep..."

Peter: "..."

Is there such a thing as a price increase?

The alarm clock was still ringing unrelentingly, Peter sighed, suddenly remembered that today was the weekend, so he reached out to turn it off, and quietly got out of bed by himself.

When he came back after washing, just as he entered the door, Parker suddenly jumped up from the bed, picked up the clock and looked at it, and suddenly let out a wail, which could be called utterly tragic.

While he was putting on a T-shirt and searching the bedroom for slippers, Peter standing at the door helplessly reminded, "Today is Sunday."

Parker's frantic movements stopped as if the pause button was pressed. He was still holding a sock in his left hand. When he heard Peter's words, he immediately threw it out. He let out an indifferent "Oh" and fell back , lying on the bed again like planting onions, with a serene posture, like a corpse.

And just two minutes after he lay down, Aunt Mei knocked on the door outside and said, "Peter? Have you woken up yet? You're out for breakfast!"

The two Peter Parkers agreed loudly at the same time: "Here we come!"

After agreeing, Peter realized that Aunt Mei was not calling him, so he scratched his head and smiled coyly, and ran out.

After breakfast, Parker volunteered to help Aunt Mei go to the supermarket to buy salad dressing, and dragged Peter out.

There were quite a lot of people in the supermarket on Sunday morning, and the two of them managed to find the salad dressing from the shelf. Parker held the salad dressing bottle in one hand, and grabbed Peter with the other to prevent the flow of people from blowing them away. When I arrived at the cash register, I realized that there was also a long queue here. Parker put the salad dressing in Peter's arms, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and whistled while looking up at the ceiling.

Peter whispered: "You are old, shouldn't you work more?"

Parker snorted, "I'm old, so you have to listen to what I say."

As a result, the two of them didn't line up for a while, and someone shouted in the lobby of the supermarket: "Catch the thief—"

Before Peter realized what was going on, Parker had disappeared.

When he came back about 10 minutes later, his trouser legs were covered with mud spots, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and there was a bruise on his face.

Peter, who was waiting for him at the entrance of the supermarket, frowned and asked, "What did you do?"

Parker tossed the salad dressing bottle like a basketball, and said, "It's just catching a thief. Do you want me to change into a spider uniform? Wouldn't the thief run away long ago?"

"But you are like this..." Peter patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Think about how to explain to Aunt Mei, and don't say that you fell on the flat ground, and you can't scratch your face when you fall on the flat ground."

Parker: "..."

A weekend goes by quickly, and in this world Peter is literally a black man, and of course there is no way to go to school.So he can only hope that Mr. Parker can find a reliable physicist as soon as possible, or in his world, Mr. Stark discovers the reason for his disappearance and finds a way to bring him back.

But either way, until he could go back, he had nothing to do but sit in Parker's cubicle.

After eating lunch at noon on Tuesday, he finally couldn't help calling Parker who was serving dishes in the kitchen: "Hey! Mr. Parker, can I tell you something?"

Parker tossed it casually, and a stack of plates landed on the cutting board with precision. They bounced one by one with a crisp sound, and then fell silent. He wiped his hands: "What's wrong?"

Staring at the messy stack of plates, Peter said, "I can't stay here forever, I have to... I have to do something, right?"

Parker moved the stack of plates into the sink, turned around and said, "Isn't it good to help Aunt Mei sweep the floor?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!" Peter scratched his head, "If I was still at home, I would definitely go out and help others, this is Spider-Man's duty—"

"But there's already a Spider-Man in this city," Parker laughed, "and he's older and stronger than you...Little Spider."

"I'm not young anymore! I'm still a reserve member of the Avengers!"

"Listen, you're just a reserve." Parker tilted his head and licked his ears. "Even your parents think you're still young, Baby Spider."

As he spoke, he came over and stroked Peter's hair.

Peter: "..."

However, after dinner in the evening, Parker went out and didn’t come back until dark. When Aunt May asked, Peter helped to smooth things over, saying that Mr. Parker’s friend asked him to take a night scene of the Brooklyn Bridge.

God knows that the various bridges in New York have never been ranked high in the superhero battle damage report. Take a ghostly night scene.

He came back at ten o'clock, with a bulging backpack on his back, and Peter would bet he'd gone out with nothing but a camera.

After washing and tidying up under Aunt Mei's eyes, he dodged into the room, yawned and said that he was going to sleep, Aunt Mei didn't suspect him, so she also went to rest.And when Peter returned to the room, there was no sign of him. The backpack was casually thrown in the corner, and someone's T-shirt was lying crookedly on the bed.

Peter snorted towards his bed, pulled the quilt away and curled up on the bed, and somehow fell asleep in a daze.

When he opened his eyes again, the smiling Spiderman who was crouching on the roof broke in all of a sudden.

Peter woke up in an instant.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, muttering, "It's reasonable, you're so scary..."

"Really..." Parker jumped down, pulled off the spider headgear, bent it into a bowl shape and put it on Peter's head. "I always thought this pose was cool."

Peter took off the hood and threw it to him, and said dryly, "I used to think so too, but after being frightened by you, I swore I would never do this pose again."

"Don't worry, this pose is so handsome..." Parker said and changed out of the spider uniform. He put on sweatpants, halfway through his pajamas, he suddenly turned around and asked Peter, "Aren't you wondering what I did when I went out in the evening?"

Tonight, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the first quarter moonlight can be seen between the clouds, so from Peter's perspective, you can clearly see Mr. Parker's lean waist and obvious eight-pack abs.

Of course, it would be even more handsome if he didn't keep that pajamas half-put on, and ignore his non-mainstream cool hairstyle that looks like a cat scratching his head.

Peter secretly reached out and touched his stomach under his clothes, trying to feel the same firm abdominal muscles as Mr. Parker, but only touched a thin layer and his ribs. He began to think about going back to his own world and practicing with the captain. possibility to practice.

He withdrew his hand and replied casually, "I told Aunt Mei that you went to take a night view of the Brooklyn Bridge."

Parker put on his pajamas, in fact the back was still turned up, but he didn't care about these details at all, he sat down next to Peter, pointed to the schoolbag in the corner and asked, "You really don't wonder what's in it?" ?”

"Isn't it all yours?"

Parker resigned himself to clutching his forehead and fell back, causing the entire fragile camp bed to sink. A second later, he turned over, stretched out his arm and sprayed out a length of spider silk to pull the schoolbag from the corner. Pushed Peter, who was in a daze, to the side, then unzipped the schoolbag and fell down—all kinds of metal parts and tools fell all over the bed.

Peter picked up a precision bearing and hesitated, "This is..."

"I'll make you a pair of spider silk launchers," Parker snorted lazily. "My good baby is not curious at all, huh?"

Peter was stunned for half a second, then grabbed Parker's shoulders with both hands and shook violently, while suppressing his voice, he shouted, "Parker! Peter! You are so-so-handsome!"

"My name is not Parker Peter, my name is Peter Parker." Parker grabbed his paw and covered his mouth with his backhand. "Don't wake up Aunt May!"

Peter immediately silenced, squatting on the bed pretending to be a Spider-Man-style cute, looking at Parker with bright eyes.

Parker showed a smug smile: "The construction will start tomorrow. If there is no accident, it will be completed in three days... Do you understand machinery? You can help me with some jobs when I go to work..."

……

Three days passed as scheduled, and Peter's silk launcher was successfully produced as scheduled. Peter found that the principle of the spider silk launcher designed by Mr. Parker was similar to the first version he designed, but Mr. Parker's was obviously more refined. It's more concise and easy to use. Although he doesn't want to admit that Parker is smarter than him at all, in fact he really thinks so in his heart.

The two of them worked together to assemble the machine even half a day faster than the original plan. When the spider silk launcher was buckled on Peter's wrist, he felt as if his whole body was complete.

Mr. Parker searched the utility room for half an afternoon and finally found the spider uniform he wore in high school. He washed it in the washing machine when Aunt May was away, and compared it to Peter with the uniform after drying. They compared each other, and finally frowned and shook their heads: "No, I couldn't be so thin and small when I was 15..."

Peter: "..."

But the truth is that the old uniform fit him just fine, which means that 15-year-old Parker and Peter are exactly the same size.

And Peter looked at the 1.8-meter-high young man in front of him, pretending to have an unfathomable expression, but he wondered happily in his heart, would he be able to grow so tall in the future?

In the end, Parker put a new spider headgear on Peter's head, patted the top of his head, and sighed: "Many people don't believe that there is only one Spider-Man in the world. Now...we do have two Spider-Man."

The author has something to say:

It's the last day of this year, and there are still four hours before the new year is here. Wishing everyone an early year...

Happy New Year 2018.

Thank you for liking my novel, love you all.