Chapter 16: Mrs. Webb's Horror

"While I am surprised that you are so judgmental, I don't think I, myself, am a fan of death."

Peter shook his head and walked behind Mrs. Webber, pushing up her wheelchair for her.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mrs. Webber forced herself to calm down.

"I know you saw it, Mr. Peter."

"I saw what?"

"You saw yourself destroying this city you were in, and there was no one who could stop you, an endless sea of black, and you plunged the entire world into death."

Peter slowly pushed Mrs. Webber's wheelchair forward, his expression calm, "So what? That doesn't mean the future will happen."

"That's part of the future."

Peter lowered his eyes and glanced at Mrs. Webb, and after a moment of silence, said, "I'm not a villain in a comic strip, so why would I want to destroy the world?"

"Besides ...."

Peter paused for a moment and said, "Humanity's cruelty will ultimately lead to its own demise, and that shouldn't have anything to do with me."

Though he didn't think he was considered a good guy and had no plans to become a great superhero in the future.

But he wasn't crazy enough to destroy the world.

There were many transcendent powers in this universe.

Would he cut out all the superheroes, magicians and other extraordinary beings? Make enemies of the world? I'm afraid I don't have such power.

Maybe the vision he just saw was just Peter Parker from some parallel world. Peter Parker in some parallel world?

Or was it simply an image born from his own consciousness?

He didn't think anything of it.

Mrs. Webb looked deeply at Peter and said, "Nothing remains the same, the thoughts of the present will not be carried into the future, and the present us may become a different group of people in the future."

"I will remember your advice, Mrs. Webb."

Peter didn't want to talk about the subject any more and said : "If that's the guidance Mrs. Webb has given me in life, I should take it."

Mrs. Webb shook her head, "It's more than that, I see death all around you, it's not just than but ... Your loved ones may be approached by the shadow of death."

"Loved ones?"

Hearing the other man say that, Peter slowed down.

"Yes, someone who loves you or whom you love is approaching the shadow of death. "

Mrs. Webber said quietly, "If you could see it, it might change fate, but perhaps nothing can, the fate I know has always been cruel."

Peter's brow furrowed as he listened to the other man's prophecy about death.

"Is it Uncle Ben?"

But Uncle Ben wouldn't be killed until after he became Spider-Man himself.

According to the information he had learned in his previous life, Aunt May would also be safe and live with him all the time.

Who else but Uncle Ben and Aunt May?

"I'm here."

Mrs. Webb's words interrupted his thoughts, and raising his head, Peter found himself in front of Ward 965

...

Christine in the ward was in a hurry, and immediately took a long breath when she saw Peter pushing Mrs. Webber in.

After seeing that the person pushing the wheelchair was Peter, she was even more taken aback Isn't this Dr. Ryan, the extremely mysterious patient?

"Ms. Weber, you shouldn't be out."

Taking her attention away from Peter, Christine boarded up her face and addressed her patient.

"Just going out to move around, the air in here is making me a little stuffy."

Ms. Webber smiled and turned her attention back to Peter, "Thanks to this boy, he gave me a ride back, we talked a lot on the way and I got a lot of inspiration."

Christine sniffed and walked over to Peter to thank him.

"Thank you, I'm Kristen. Palmer, Ms. Webb's attending physician, thank you for bringing her back."

"Peter. Parker, you're welcome."

Peter reached out and shook her hand briefly.

"Can we go outside and talk for a minute?"

Curious about Peter because of Dr. Lane and Strange, she suggested to Peter that he go outside and say a few words.

Glancing at the pretty female doctor, Peter, who didn't know what the other party was thinking, didn't take it seriously and nodded slightly.

"Okay."

In the corridor, Christine once again thanked Peter "Ms. Weber is suffering from severe myasthenia gravis, and she recently needed an operation, so we recommend that she stays in the ward and rests."

"Uh-huh."

Peter responded before asking Christine, "What is Ms. Webb's occupation? An Ascendant?"

Kristin explained to Peter, "Ms. Weber is retired, perhaps she had a similar profession before. She seems to be very perceptive and always more in tune with our emotions, psychologist or soothsayer, I think Ms. Weber may have dabbled in both."

"Dr. Kristin, Ms. Webb has a nosebleed!"

She was about to say a few more words to Peter when the nurse came rushing out to tell her that Ms. Weber wasn't doing well.

Kristin made an apologetic look at Peter before walking quickly toward the hospital room.

Pushing open the door to the ward, she quickly examined Ms. Webb.

After confirming that there were no serious injuries, she put down the stethoscope and let out a breath, unable to stop herself from looking up and out of the hospital room.

Peter was long gone.

Strange as it may seem, although Peter looked young, she didn't treat the other party as a teenager instead she felt that she was communicating with a male of the same age, even more mature than herself and the other party exuded an aura that made her feel a little strange not the kind of sick aura of a patient but with a hint of an intimidating yet peculiar aura shook her head, she threw the strange feeling out of her mind and focused her attention on her work. her own work.

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The Other Side.

Gwen was sipping coffee alone in a coffee shop

She said she was drinking coffee, but she didn't really know much about it.

Her favorite was a milkshake.

The reason why she went to the coffee shop was that her friend gave her a voucher for a free coffee tasting and the reason why she chose to be alone and not come with her friend was that she was very irritated and wanted to be alone Last night she had nightmares again

Dreaming of the dead Josh's ghastly face appeared in front of her, hollow eyes in her ears, kept repeating a sentence: "Peter is a murderer!

Even how she tried to explain it, she couldn't dispel the face.

"Well, I've got to hurry up and catch the real murderer or Peter's going to get worse and worse and I'm getting more and more nervous."

After half a day of stirring the coffee, she put the spoon down on the table in a somewhat disheveled manner and let it "gurgle".

But what should she do?

She was not a fan of detective novels, and all she had learned from her policeman father were some fighting skills, the kind used against petty thieves.

Just when she was in trouble, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming out of the hospital across the street.

"That ... That seems to be Peter?!"

Gwen blinked her eyes, a little unsure.