"Heather, what's wrong with you?"
On the crowded street, Gwen saw that her boyfriend didn't look right, so she asked quietly.
Heather glanced at Mary Jane and Betty who were walking next to her, and shook her head slightly to indicate that she was fine.
From when she was in school to now after school, Heather has always felt that the previous connection between the Berserker Armor and herself seemed to be weakening.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is as if the berserker armor came to life on its own and then sneaked out to play.
Originally, using the Berserker Ring to summon the Berserker Armor would reveal where this inexplicable feeling came from, but so far Heather has not been able to find the right time.
Mary Jane and Betty insisted on dragging Gwen to go shopping together, saying that a store was having a sale. Gwen immediately became interested and dragged Heather along with them.
Peter? Poor Peter is still in confinement. Once school is over, he must return home within thirty minutes. He can only watch the goddess Mary Jane leave with her friends.
Strange to say, the sun was shining brightly today, but Gwen found that as soon as she took her boyfriend's arm and happily started shopping, dark clouds began to gather above her head, and a strong wind blew.
The weather is terrible! It changes just like a woman’s mind!
Pedestrians on the road complained one after another, and some ladies even had their skirts blown off, which was quite indecent.
The shirt and slim-fitting trousers that Gwen wore today were not in danger of being exposed, but the slight dust mixed with the wind was very unpleasant.
Seeing that the wind was getting stronger, Heather could only drag Gwen to hide in a roadside cafe, and Mary Jane and Betty also slipped in.
After ordering two cups of coffee, Heather saw Gwen rubbing her eyes and asked with concern: "Are you blinded by the wind and sand?"
"Well, blow it for me~" Gwen stopped rubbing her and said coquettishly.
Heather sat over and gently opened her girlfriend's eyelids to help her blow air. After blowing twice, Gwen's eyes felt much better. With an uncontrollable smile on her face, she hugged Heather's arm and glanced at her happily. Mary Jane and Betty glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows.
"Tsk, this lucky female cat." Betty leaned on the table with her cheeks in her hands, looking unhappy.
"Who told you to look down on Anon in the first place, only to be overtaken by Gwen?" Mary Jane joked.
Betty curled her lips: "I didn't say that I fell in love with Anon. How could a strange woman like me, who values love, steal the boyfriend of a good friend? I just looked at Gwen's face and it was really annoying! It smells sour. !The sour smell of love hits your nostrils!"
"This is a cafe, don't talk nonsense." Mary Jane elbowed Betty, which made the little crazy woman calm down.
Seriously speaking, Mary Jane must admit that Heather is far more outstanding than the two boyfriends she had before. No, it should be said that neither of them is worthy of carrying Heather's shoes.
Due to the influence of the social environment, most American men, especially young boys, are concerned about face and believe that a tough style is the way to go. There are very few high school boys with a gentle attitude, gentleness, and outstanding achievements like Heather.
At Gwen's birthday party, everyone was shocked when they learned about Heather's identity as a writer.
Writer "Raven", whose long-running serial work "Evil Heroes" is one of the pillars of the Daily Bugle, attracting a large number of loyal readers to subscribe to the Daily Bugle daily.
The novella "Under the Spider's Web" based on the superhero ghost spider has been hailed as a monument of superhero novels by many book review columns, and is expected to hit the top of the sales list of superhero novels.
Before she even stepped out of school, Heather Annoon, as a middle-class or even upper-middle class member of society, could already buy a car and a house.
Students at school always look up to their peers who have entered the society and prospered, and Mary Jane and Betty are no exception. They think Heather Annorn is so cool, no wonder no matter what they meet every day They always stay calm about everything. If they had such achievements and experiences, they would treat their naive peers as little brats who are not worth mentioning.
It's like Peter and Heather are similar in age, but they feel like they are a generation apart.
No wonder Ned and his gang are always making fun of Hai Hai
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Arthur and Gwen are Peter's bird parents.
Seeing that Mary Jane was a little distracted, Betty couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, how is your relationship with Parker?"
"Peter?" Mary Jane looked at Betty strangely: "Why are you asking him?"
"Don't think I can't see it. Parker's eyes are on you, and you're not disgusted with him. So why don't you two try to get along?"
Betty touched the lipstick in her pocket. It was a "tribute" that Peter had bought frugally and spent all his pocket money. Being short-handed, Betty had to take some action.
"I really don't hate Peter, but...I always feel that there is something wrong with him."
Mary Jane tilted her head,
"Maybe what I want is for Peter to ask me out on a date instead of bribing my bestie with gifts to put in a good word for him in front of me."
"Uh..." Betty was embarrassed: "This... I can explain..."
"It's okay, I'm used to it. Gwen has tried to match Peter and me before, but I still hope that he can act like a man and stand up in front of me and issue a date invitation, even if it's something as boring as asking me to attend a comic convention with him. Where are the things?"
Mary Jane picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee: "You are not allowed to tell him this, do you understand?"
"Yes, madam!" Betty, who knew she was in the wrong, gave a military salute.
And just four blocks away from the cafe, a faint red light suddenly shone on the top of a building.
Then, a red blade suddenly tore open the red light, and a burly figure strode out of the torn space.
This is a tall and strong man. His whole body is covered in dark blue tights, even his head. In addition, his face and body are covered with red lines forming a skull-shaped spider pattern, and a red pattern condenses on his left arm. The energy elbow blade was the weapon that tore apart space just now.
As soon as this person appeared, he looked up at the sky and whispered:
"...I don't like the weather here."
Immediately afterwards, three more figures sprang out from the cracks in the space behind him, and landed on the edge of the surrounding roof, the top of the pipe and the water tank.
"Hey, Miguel. Can't you wait for us?"
The figure who was leaning on the water tank stood up. This was a slender man in tights. He was dressed similarly to the first man, but his uniform was much more reasonable.
"Peter, you'd better shut up, don't see that Miguel is angry."
The figure on the pipe also straightened up. She was a black-haired woman wearing a tight-fitting red suit with gold as the main component and an eye patch. The tight suit highlighted her astonishingly hot figure.
"Okay, okay, I'm just saying casually. You and Miguel are both pretty scary, Jessica. I wonder where the most important part of Spider-Man's sense of humor has been thrown away by you two?"
The Spider-Man from another world named Peter raised his hands in surrender.
At this time, the figure standing on the edge of the roof turned around. Compared with the first three, this figure was obviously just a minor. He was wearing a black tights with red lines painted on it, showing the unique street hip-hop of young people. Feng. The underage little spider asked doubtfully: "What on earth are we doing in this world?"
Spider-Man Peter nimbly jumped to the little black spider and hugged his shoulders: "Miles, my good student. You have just joined our Spider Knights. This is your first time on the field. What's wrong with you?" Just ask your master, can I-"
"There's something wrong with Spider-Man in this world."
The strong Spider-Man named Miguel suddenly spoke, and the other three turned their eyes to him.
"There's a problem? Are we here to help Spider-Man here solve the problem? Oh MAN, I like helping!" Young Miles was eager to give it a try.
"...It depends on the situation."
Miguel cast his eyes towards the distant street and said in a low voice:
"I hope the most critical [established event] has not been completely destroyed."
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