Chapter 7 My Uncle Ben Will Live Well

The night breeze was cool, the neon lights were bright, and singing could be heard from the church not far away. Who would have thought that such a beautiful metropolis was actually filled with all kinds of dirty things? !
Peter didn't know why he came here, but he felt that he should do this. Every Spider-Man when in a bad mood would look up at the stars and overlook the earth, trying to ease his mood in this way, and he was no exception.

"The title of Judge is actually quite good..."

Peter's sudden words brought Gwen back to her senses, and her tone became even more embarrassed.

"Oh! I'm sorry to call you that, but Mr. Spider, your methods are too radical. I still don't agree with them."

"The child's father was a policeman. He was a very good man. He had arrested many super criminals in recent years. He died at the hands of a crazy bomber last year..."

"So the mother and son lost the man's protection, and those criminals showed up. What would have happened if I hadn't passed by?!"

"The child will be strangled to death, and the woman will be sold to a brothel for entertainment..."

"Do you think that child's father, the woman's husband, can be considered a hero?! Should the family of a hero be treated like this?!"

"I...I don't know..., I...actually..."

Gwen was a little incoherent. She wanted to explain something but didn't know how to say it.

"See, you already have the answer in your heart, Ms. Spider."

"Not every criminal deserves to be forgiven. Some are forced to do so, while others are simply mentally ill. I cannot treat them all equally. After all, I am also a human being. If I put myself in their shoes, I would probably go crazy if my family and friends were treated like this..."

Peter's words suddenly reminded Gwen of her father, George.

That's right, my father is also a policeman, and he deals with vicious criminals every day. If I didn't get the spider's superpowers, if my father died heroically, then how much better would my mother and I have been than the mother and son just now? !
She didn't dare to think about it, because she now had the ability to protect everyone, but she was a little confused now, how should she use this power to protect? !
Gwen looked at her hands and knew the answer in her heart, but she still didn't want to believe it.

"I'm confused. What can we do with this kind of power? I just want to fight criminals, or at least maintain law and order. But I seem to have failed. Even the news says I'm a nuisance..."

Gwen is a 17-year-old girl after all. It is normal for her to think a lot. It is even more normal for her to be devastated and extremely lost at this moment.

"With great power comes great responsibility! But this is subject to a prerequisite. The prerequisite is to do what you can while ensuring that the people around you are not harmed. However, being too kind is cruel to yourself. Being indecisive is not a good thing..."

"Hey, if you don't know me, you might think you're an old man. Your tone of preaching is just like my dad's..."

Gwen rolled her eyes at Peter, then quietly enjoyed the night. Suddenly she turned around and said, "What's your name? It's so rare to meet someone like you. I think we'll have a lot to talk about..."

"My name is Ge... My name is Wenda, and I'm 17 years old!"

Wow, that’s not how you make friends. You don’t even use your real name to make friends. You’re really something!
Since you don't use your real name, then I won't either! Peter smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "You can call me Benjamin. What a coincidence, I'm also seventeen years old!"

"Really?! What month were you born?!"

"August. August 10th."

"Hey, I'm from April, you should call me sister, Yess!"

Peter knew that this girl was the kind of person who would get excited about winning a small thing, but he didn't expect that gaining an advantage in terms of months would make her so happy.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

This girl hasn't changed at all.

"But Benjamin, your birthday is on the same day as a good friend of mine. What a coincidence~"

"You sound so excited. Could your good friend be your boyfriend?!" Peter knew that Gwen was talking about him, and he couldn't help teasing her in a playful mood.

"No... No! If you insist, we are childhood sweethearts. And that guy is so dull that he doesn't know anything about relationships..."

Gwen couldn't help but complain when she thought of Peter's usual wooden look.

"You can't fool anyone with this, Wenda, you really like him, right?!"

"Yeah... Yeah, eight years..."

Peter:? ? ?
You've been in love with me since you were nine?! Oh my god, when did I become so charming?! But we just met eight years ago...

Gwen's answer made Peter a little confused. Although he knew that Gwen had a good impression of him, he didn't know that this feeling had been buried in her heart for so long. This was bombshell news for Peter!
"That guy is pretty stupid. If a girl with a nice figure like this liked me, I would be so happy that I couldn't sleep..."

Peter, who was as thick-skinned as a concrete wall, complained about himself very naturally without any psychological burden.

"Who said it wasn't true?! I even learned dancing specifically for him. You know, I hate dancing the most..." "What kind of dancing?! I wonder if I have the honor to watch it?!"

Peter was curious.

Gwen nodded, then began to twist her body. She clapped her hands, and her arms rotated alternately with each other. Then she began to step her feet, stretching her arms high, and dancing in a very rhythmic manner.

Peter's face darkened as he watched the girl dancing next to him. Why should he learn this?! And this is obviously his own dance steps, right?! If you don't wear a suit, you will have no soul at all!

"How was my dance?!"

Naughty Gwen stopped dancing and asked curiously.

"The dance is unique and absolutely amazing!"

Looking at Peter, who was gritting his teeth and unable to speak, the girl's hearty laughter once again reached his ears.

"Hahahaha, I'm just kidding. This is that guy's dance style. But I'm only going to dance for him, so forget it~"

"It's ten o'clock. I have to go back and do my homework. Bye, Mr. Spider. No, Benjamin~"

The girl stood on top of a tall building and waved to Peter beside her. Then she fell down from the building in a lying position. When she was about to hit the ground, she shot out spider silk that shuttled through the tall building.

Looking at the white figure gradually moving away, Peter slowly took off his mask and smiled.

"See you tomorrow, Gwen!"

"Besides, I like your..."

……

After returning home and stuffing the battle suit into his schoolbag, Peter began to tinker with gadgets in the light of the desk lamp. He was studying the positioning and tracking device, which would also facilitate the next action.

squeak...

The door was opened gently.

"Aunt Mei, I'll be asleep soon. My little invention will be ready soon~"

Without looking back, Peter inserted a chip into the device.

"Haha, it's me, Peter. Your Aunt May is already asleep."

Peter turned his head with some surprise, this time it was Uncle Ben. You know, he seldom came into his room, most of the time it was Aunt May.

"Uncle Ben..."

"Kid, you look a little different today. You've reached puberty, and it's time for my little Peter to fall in love..."

Uncle Ben's joke made Peter blush and scratch his head in embarrassment.

"What are you talking about? I'm only 17 years old..."

"17 is not too early. Your Aunt May and I started dating when we were 16. Kid, I'm an experienced person and you can't fool me. It's Gwen's kid, right? You must have a great time today. Have you confessed your love to her?!"

"Not yet... not yet. If I confess my feelings so casually, I'm afraid she will think I'm a frivolous person..."

"Well, she's a farsighted child. I can also see that she likes you. If you two are really together in the future, you must take good care of her, understand?!"

"Yes, Uncle Ben, I will."

"Okay, your Aunt Mei is still worried about whether you were bullied. I will tell her about this later. She will probably be too excited to sleep. I'm going back to bed. You should also get some rest early, Peter."

Uncle Ben closed the door, and Peter turned around and continued to fiddle with the tracking transmitter, but he couldn't take the smile off his face.

The micro tracker was finally made. Peter looked at the photo of three people with happy smiles on the table, and the smile on his face unconsciously became even wider.

"My Uncle Ben will live on!"

"So does my Aunt May!"

(End of this chapter)