Spider-Man

While Jessica was testing her weapons, the sound of digging caught her attention. Seeing the towering figure of the Skull Island creature, she held back the curse that was about to come out of her mouth. Yi Hu strolled over to Jessica and pointed at the creature, saying softly, "You can call it the Skull Island creature."

Jessica nodded silently. The two of them stood at the door and chatted for a while, but Jessica ultimately did not accept Yi Hu's persuasion. She took her weapons and crossed the spatial portal back to the villa, preparing to bring the weapons to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s research lab for mass production to arm all of humanity.

Three days later, Peter Parker received a reply and happily ran downstairs. His Uncle Ben stood up from discussing with his wife how to comfort teenagers and drove Peter to the library. Seeing Peter's anxious expression, Uncle Ben said softly, "Let's talk, you stay in your room all day doing strange experiments and refuse to do any chores. Both Aunt May and I are worried about you! I heard that you got into a fight with a classmate the other day?"

"He started it!" Thinking of the scene where the classmate used to bully him, which had become the happiest moment after his mutation, Peter's heart was immediately filled with anger. He yelled loudly, "Are you asking me to run away? To become a pitiful creature hiding in the corner, waiting for someone else's redemption?"

"You shouldn't run away...," Uncle Ben was momentarily unsure how to counsel his nephew. After some thought, he said softly, "Listen, Peter, I understand your feelings. I went through similar things when I was your age."

Peter frowned, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He didn't believe that his uncle had experienced everything he was going through. In a displeased tone, he said, "No, you haven't experienced the kind of suffering I have..."

"Peter... the choices you make in these years will determine your future. Don't go astray. While the person you fought with might have deserved it, we don't have the right to harm others. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

"Are you afraid I'll become a criminal?" Peter looked at his uncle in disbelief and said indignantly, "Don't worry, Uncle, everything is different now. I'll handle these things myself. Don't lecture me."

"I don't want to lecture you... I'm not your father either..."

"Then stop pretending to be one!" Peter shouted angrily, his eyes filled with resentment. Ever since losing his parents, he had been rejected by other children. Seeing the desolate look on his uncle's face, Peter's heart ached, and he instinctively wanted to apologize. But his stubborn adolescence prevented him from lowering his head. Only when his uncle's car turned the corner and disappeared did Peter Parker take back his gaze, deciding to apologize to Uncle Ben later.

Peter took off his jacket to reveal the homemade red suit underneath and headed to the underground boxing gym. Seeing the burly man on the ring, who had just taken a powerful elbow strike to the chest, he raised an eyebrow, somewhat worried if he could endure for three minutes.

At the registration desk, the African-American lady in charge looked at Peter's slim figure and said softly, "Little one, you better go back. You have to understand that if you get injured in this match, the organizers won't compensate you!"

"I understand!"

Watching Peter's darkened eyes, the African-American lady at the registration desk sighed helplessly. She then wrote down Peter's self-designed title of "Human Spider" on the form. Three minutes later, the ring's champion, the Behemoth, once again eliminated a challenger. Raising his arms, as thick as adult thighs, he shouted loudly.

Peter took a deep breath and slowly approached the ring. At the same time, an iron cage descended from above, enclosing the two inside. Peter Parker arrived at the edge of the ring and shouted down, "Hey! You got it wrong, I didn't sign up for a cage match!"

However, his shouts were quickly drowned out by the surrounding crowd's cheering. The Behemoth sneered at Peter and then charged at him. Under the warning of danger, Peter leaped and clung to the cage.

Seeing the fence dented by the Behemoth's charge, Peter's heart trembled. He still looked at things with the mindset that he could not resist such an attack. The enraged Behemoth grabbed a folding stool handed to him by his assistant and pounded Peter, who was dazed, on the ring.

The Behemoth casually discarded the stool and picked up Peter's thigh, slamming him against the fence, while roaring at the audience. Another assistant handed him a crowbar, and he was ready to enjoy the scene of Peter's skin being torn apart.

As the crowbar swung towards his face, Peter instinctively raised his foot and kicked the Behemoth's abdomen. With just two kicks, he forced the Behemoth to kneel on the ground. Peter kept kicking and pummeling the Behemoth's body until he fell and couldn't get up.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and then the audience shouted the title of "Spider-Man" loudly. Encountering this kind of scene for the first time, Peter felt a hint of joy. It seemed like earning money this way was quite enjoyable. Earning three thousand dollars in three minutes felt just like getting it for free.

"Why is it only a hundred dollars? Didn't the advertisement say three thousand?" Peter Parker looked puzzled at the person counting the money across from him. The person in charge smirked disdainfully and said, "Look again, dumbass! You spent only two minutes, so a hundred is not bad. Now get lost!"

"I need this money!"

"And what's that got to do with me?"

Taking a deep breath, Peter picked up the hundred dollars from the table, turned around, and pushed open the office door. As he passed by a slender man, the person in charge, who was still counting money, was struck by the man's bag. Irritated, he said, "Hey! What are you doing!"

"Put the money in it!"

The black hole of the man's gun muzzle silenced the person in charge, who was about to say something. Peter stood at the staircase and suddenly heard some arguing sounds. Turning around, he saw the man from before running towards him, holding a stack of money. The person in charge, who was still counting money, remembered the man's strength and quickly shouted, "Hey, buddy, help me! Someone's robbing me!"

After hesitating for a moment, Peter moved aside, allowing the man to enter the elevator. The person in charge came up to Peter and said incredulously, "You could have stopped him, why did you let him go?"

Peter shrugged, indifferent, and said, "What's that got to do with me?"

This sentence left the person in charge speechless, and he could only turn and leave. As Peter walked out of the underground boxing gym, he felt relieved. Looking at the crowd surrounding a wall in the distance, Peter had a bad feeling. He carefully pushed through the crowd and saw the familiar figure lying on the ground. He cried out in grief, "Uncle Ben! What's going on here?"

"Someone tried to carjack him, and he got shot..." a female police officer said with some pity. Uncle Ben, who was in critical condition, heard a few familiar calls and barely opened his eyes, looking at his grief-stricken nephew, he said softly, "Peter..."

"I'm here, Uncle Ben!"