Gwen's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw Jessica. Jessica remembered it. After all, it's not every night that you meet a strange and powerful woman who is willing to fight Japanese ninjas with you.
But why is she here? Has her identity been exposed?
Gwen calmed down quickly. She was wearing a uniform and a mask that night, so she shouldn't be recognized that easily. She preferred to think that it was just a coincidence, and that the other person just happened to pass by the restaurant, that's all.
So Gwen showed a standard smile like she did to all other guests: "Hello, what do you need?"
"It's nothing special. If I have to say it... it's you."
Gwen was startled. What is going on? Is there something unusual about this person?
Gwen took another look at this guest. Look at her handsome black leather jacket, slim blue jeans and black leather boots... Don't tell me, she looks a bit biased.
neutral!
"This...ma'am," Gwen reminded, stepping back cautiously, "I am not an adult yet."
Jessica was stunned for a moment, and suddenly figured out something. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "I don't care if you are an adult or not? Stop pretending, I know you remember me. Didn't we just meet last week?"
Gwen felt a chill in her heart. She couldn't take any chances now. She knew that she probably wouldn't be able to run away. She tried hard to use her little brain to think of countermeasures and hummed hard: "I don't understand what you are talking about, madam.
Have we met?"
"Okay, there's no need to hide it from me. I know you are the little girl who was jumping around in your one-piece pajamas that day."
Gwen was angry: "That's a combat uniform, not a jumpsuit, and I'm not a little girl either."
"But you just said you were underage."
"I..." Gwen was speechless for a moment, so she snorted heavily and stopped talking.
Humph, I, Spider-Woman, don’t care about you.
Gwen gave up covering up, put down the pen and paper and sat down: "How do you know?"
She was really curious. She felt that there shouldn't be any big mistakes in concealing her identity. How could this woman notice it?
Fortunately, she knew that Jessica had the same powers as herself. Now she regarded Jessica as a colleague. She thought that Jessica was also a vigilante or something, and the problem of exposing her identity to her colleagues was not a problem.
Too big.
"I'm a reporter, I have my own methods." Jessica said, suddenly realizing something was wrong, and added, "Oh, but don't worry, I won't reveal your identity to anyone."
Before she could finish her words, Gwen had already jumped up from her seat.
Reporter? A tight-lipped reporter? Ghost letter?
Why don't you take a lollipop and tell a little girl that although your uncle is a personal trafficker, he will definitely not kidnap you?
It's over, it's over. Gwen started to panic now. She felt that her secret identity must be over. Maybe her face would be in the newspaper tomorrow, and there would be no place to hide. She missed herself like never before.
The earth is gone, she wants to go home...
Jessica spread her hands innocently: "I'm serious. At least I guarantee that your face won't be in the newspaper, okay? We reporters all have moral integrity."
Gwen looked at her and sneered. Haha, is that right? Then the sow can still climb trees...
"Seriously, I just want to chat." Jessica said, "You know, I have some special talents just like you. But I...well...I'm a little unsure about what to do.
How to do it. Then I saw you, I saw you everywhere saving people, putting out fires, fighting criminals...so I wanted to talk to you, it's that simple."
Gwen looked at her suspiciously for a moment, then slowly sat back down. She felt that the other person really seemed to just want to talk among colleagues.
"What are you talking about?" she asked warily.
"Like...your second life?" Jessica asked, "Why are you doing this?"
Gwen thought about it, as if she was organizing her words. After a while, she slowly spoke.
"I...um...have a really good friend. Well, actually he's my best friend."
"Your boyfriend?"
"No, but he is indeed very important to me." Gwen shook her head, "But then something very bad happened, and then...then I lost him. And what's worse, I feel
That seemed like my fault."
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and began to play with her long, white fingers unconsciously.
"It wasn't until he died that I realized that I had always been such a tall image in his mind... I didn't realize that he had always wanted to be me. It was he who made me understand that this ability is not
It means a privilege, but it means a certain responsibility. I can't... I can't let it go to waste on me, because it's unfair... That's about it."
She spoke vaguely, especially when it came to the moment when she lost that friend. But Jessica felt like she could imagine how heavy and painful the memory was for the girl. Jessica thought of the events that led to her losing her family.
That car accident made her even more reminded that to some extent, she herself should be responsible for that tragedy...
Maybe there is a bitter story behind every superhero.
The two were silent for a moment, and then Jessica said softly: "Actually, I discovered your identity a few days ago. I have been observing you for a few days. Do you know what I saw from you?"
Gwen raised her eyelids curiously.
"I saw a little girl who was lonely and helpless, as if she had built a high wall between herself and other people." Jessica asked, "Does this have anything to do with the experience you mentioned?"
Gwen lowered his head: "I...I'm just lost. I can't find my way home."
Jessica didn't know that Gwen was actually "lost", and she thought Gwen was metaphorizing something.
But Jessica probably also understood that Gwen was having a difficult life now. She thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, do you want to make some extra money?"
Gwen was startled.
What is it? Can the painting style change so quickly?
"You know? I happened to be there when you and the bank robbers were fighting on the road yesterday." Jessica said angrily, "I chased you for three streets, and in the end I only took a blurry picture.
I was even pointed at the nose and scolded by my boss from behind.”
Huh? Is there such a thing?
Gwen was a little confused: "Then...I'm sorry?"
"So you see, maybe we can help each other in this regard." Jessica took out the digital camera and put it on the table. "From now on, you can go out as usual, wearing your sleeping...combat uniform."
Chivalrous. Just don’t forget to let me take a few photos and send them back to you. I’ll give you a commission when the time comes. What do you think?”
(Thanks to book friend 000 hee hee, Kang Na Jiang’s Sangsang, Huo Mu Shi’s reward!)