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The two Spider-Man took advantage of the dark moon and the high wind, jumped out of the window one after the other.

Oh no, they're out to do justice, and New York nights need Spider-Man.

The night wind was blowing, and New York was overlooked from a high altitude. This city was so prosperous and beautiful that it was overwhelming. Peter deliberately felt comfortable that he was about to fall, and only when he was only three or four meters away from the ground did he launch a second spider web into the sky. I have to say, It's so exciting, so satisfying, like eating a big corned beef sandwich on the hungriest day.

I also have to say that he is obsessed with the feeling of being Spider-Man.

He followed Mr. Parker all the way from Queens to Brooklyn, and it was only after walking a long distance that he suddenly remembered that under normal circumstances, he would not leave Queens too far on patrol at night. Not only Aunt May would be suspicious if he returned late, but Mr. Stark When designing Karen, an alarm clock program has been added to it. If there are no special circumstances, it will remind him to go home at a fixed time every day.

But Mr. Parker was different.

This city... only wants him to be a superhero.

He needs to carry the peace of New York on his shoulders. Of course, those super villains and gangsters will not spare him lightly. It is conceivable that this Spider-Man's career must be much more difficult than his.

And he was not much older than himself.

They have the same name, overlapping fates, even similar personalities, different worlds...the same Spider-Man.

"Hey Peter!" shouted Parker, standing on his hips akimbo, "Hurry up!"

Peter landed next to him, whispering, "You can't call me Peter, it will be exposed—you have to call me Spider-Man."

Parker thought for a while, as if he wanted to reach out to touch his hair, but found that after wearing the spider mask, there was only a bald head left, so he withdrew his hand resentfully, and said with a smile: "Then change the name, call it Little Spider." How about it?"

Peter's feeble retort for the millionth time: "I'm not young..."

"But it's still small—" Parker said in a high voice, and shot a spider web to the opposite building, and swung across it lightly and swiftly.

"If you meet a rhinoceros or something later, remember to take a few more photos for me," Parker said involuntarily, hanging the camera around Peter's neck, "I spent half a month's salary to buy parts for you, so Let's take more shots of—huh?"

His words stopped abruptly, Peter followed his gaze and looked down, and then saw a man covered in armor wearing a pair of huge iron gloves, every time he clasped his palms together, there would be huge shock waves When he came out, the surrounding people and street trees were overturned, and the crowd ran in all directions, calling for help again and again.

Peter asked in surprise, "Who is he?"

"Scary," Parker gave a brief answer and jumped out, "Don't get close to the standing circle, pay attention to safety, and take good pictures!"

Peter ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. Parker was being sent flying by a sound wave and fell heavily to the ground.

The crowd is still fleeing, some people are whispering, and the bold ones are still watching and taking pictures.

Parker scrambled to his feet, and he and Horror circled face to face in a non-existent circle.

"Are you going to do anything big recently?" Parker whistled and asked, "Aren't you going to tell me in advance so that I can make some preparations in advance?"

"Spider-Man has always been this stupid?" Horror said in a deep voice, "I'm a little disappointed..."

"Hey, you came with Mason last time, and the stupid decision to bring Tinker into battle—isn't it obvious which of us is the stupider?"

He jumped up and somersaulted, only narrowly avoiding a light blue shock wave.

"I allow you to say a few more words of bravery before you die..." Thriller said grimly.

Parker shrugged: "Each of you have said this to me—"

He shot a thread through a trash can and hit Horror on the head: "Let me count, you said—"

He fell backwards, and at the same time, his flexible long legs swept out, but did not trip Horror, and then separated with a touch: "Otto said--"

Horror grabbed at him angrily and was easily dodged.

"Electric said—"

"Even Jinbin said it!" Parker turned from behind him, and a spider thread stuck to him and threw him out, "It seems that you all love this sentence-but I am still alive to this day good."

Peter on the roof temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he really wanted to help Mr. Parker, since he was completely capable of dealing with it, he decided not to get involved.

So he followed Parker's instructions just now, raised his camera and took several photos of the fiercely fighting Spider-Man and Kaka-Kaka below, trying to find the most handsome and cool pose of Spider-Man.

After taking countless photos in a row, Peter turned on the camera to appreciate his work with satisfaction. It has to be said that his photography skills are still passable.

Moreover, it turns out that the Spider-Man in the photo can be so-so handsome.

Although the one in the photo is not himself, as long as Spider-Man is handsome, he and Mr. Parker are both Spider-Man.

Peter deleted all the blurred photos, and kept the left ones for Mr. Parker to choose after returning home. When he raised the camera to his eyes again, he found that the battle below had changed.

Horror's shock wave is too powerful, and Spider-Man's combat style is really nimble and agile. After a long time, his disadvantages appear, and he struggles very hard.

When Parker was knocked out by a shock wave again, Peter used a spider thread to stick the camera to the railing on the roof, then took two steps to run up and jumped down from a height.

He yelled.

Horror didn't notice him, he shot a spider web in the middle of the fall and stuck to the opposite building, and when he glides through the air, he grabbed Horror's helmet, took him off the ground, and unceremoniously flung him away. go out.

He still has the helmet made of unknown material in his hand.

Peter threw it as hard as he could in his life, and the helmet flew out in a parabolic shape, falling into the dark river under the Brooklyn Bridge against a colorful neon night background.

And he was lying on the wall of the building like a gecko.

The crowd watching the battle on the street suddenly seemed like cold water fell into a boiling oil pan.

"Omg - two Spidermen!"

"Another Spider-Man—"

"They look exactly the same!"

"Who the hell can tell me what's going on here?"

Parker slowly got up from the ground, and Horror also got up, and said sinisterly: "Pest, when did you find yourself a partner? Are you smart?"

"At least smarter than you?" Parker pretended to be relaxed, and then continued to fight.

With Peter's help, it was obviously much easier. In the end, Parker restrained Thriller, and Peter saw that the spider silk was stuck in the mechanical bearing of Thriller Shockwave Gloves. He couldn't move his fingers, so they worked together to subdue him. Silk tied up and handed over to the police.

As soon as people saw the villain was subdued, and standing next to the police car turned out to be two red and blue figures, one tall and one lower, they rushed up immediately, and even reporters rushed to the scene, and they were about to interview with cameras.

Parker grabbed Peter and jumped into the air without saying a word, and the other three climbed up to the roof of the building. After the neon glowed, people could no longer find Spider-Man.

They first went to the roof to get the camera.

Then all the way back home in silence, no one said a word.

It wasn't until two nocturnal spiders crept in through the window and began to change their uniforms back to back in sync, that Parker suddenly said, "You did a good job just now, Spider-Man."

Peter pulled on his sweatshirt, smiled back, and said, "You too, Spider-Man."

Parker followed him and laughed. He grabbed Peter's shoulders, sat on his bed with his arms around him, and said thoughtfully: "Little guy, have you ever learned Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu? I think your moves just now are a bit like... ..."

Peter scratched his head in embarrassment: "Agent Romanov - Natasha taught me, I didn't learn it very well."

"Isn't that applauding?" Parker exaggeratedly surprised, "I think you're amazing!"

He winked funny: "You are the best Spider-Man I've ever seen, of course, except for the one sitting next to you, he is even more powerful."

Peter laughed loudly, and lowered his voice for fear of waking up Aunt May, and retorted unconvinced: "I even helped Mr. Stark fight vultures! If it weren't for me, his dangerous weapons on that plane would have been stolen gone!"

Parker took two sips of cold water from the water cup from the bedside table next to him, and asked, "You've been talking about Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, who the hell is Mr. Stark?"

Peter answered seriously: "Mr. Stark is Iron Man, a famous rich man in the United States, a mechanical genius, and a superhero."

Words are full of worship and respect.

Parker raised his eyebrows: "Iron Man? Superhero? It sounds very powerful..."

"Yeah, his life is simply a legend," Peter leaned back and lay on the bed, "Before Stark Industries manufactured weapons, and then Mr. Stark was kidnapped by terrorists, he relied on the most powerful The original material made a steel mecha and escaped. Since then, he has announced that Stark Industries will no longer manufacture weapons, and he himself has transformed the mecha and became the superhero Iron Man—hey, it is He recruited me to join the Avengers!"

"The Avengers?" Parker raised his eyebrows even higher, "An alliance? What kind of existence is this?"

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