Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 141 Pepper's Gift
Seeing the monster appearing on the TV screen, Pepper put down his phone with a look of astonishment on his face.

"what is this?"

"Werewolves, vampires, wildlings or snowmen, giant praying mantises, dwarves, Katrina the cat."

I don't know when Happy stood behind Pepper, staring at the monster on TV, and said to her, "Anyway, it won't break away from these categories."

"what?"

Pepper looked at Happy and blinked, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"Haven't you seen Goosebumps?"

Happy asked Pepper.

"No, no, I'm not sure, maybe I read it as a kid, but isn't that a children's book?"

Little Pepper asked Happy uncertainly.

Her impression of this series of books is that there are all kinds of weird stories in it, and the author of this book has the same surname as the second-in-command of the Stark Group-Stan.

"Hmm, it's not just about children's books."

Happy put down the coffee at hand, and said to Pepper: "If you read often, you will know that there are hundreds of monsters accurately described in it, and each of them is related to reality. Maybe what is reported on TV now That monster can find its origin in goosebumps."

Listening to Happy's eloquent narration, Pepper listened silently.

She felt that she had been out of tune with this Mr. Bodyguard.

It is estimated that only a guy like Tony can match him.

Thinking of Tony made her a little irritable.

Tony has been missing for over a week and there is no news yet.

Now a mountain of work is piled up on her body.

Not only did she have to face the pressure from the board of directors, but she also had to deal with the group's second-in-command carefully at all times.

If she couldn't find Tony again, she was afraid that she would have a nervous breakdown.

Taking a few deep breaths, Pepper calmed himself down.

"Happy, I asked you to deliver something to Parker, are you done?"

She interrupted Happy to ask him.

In order to thank Peter for his help, she bought some gifts and sent them to Peter's house.

If she couldn't get away, she would directly come to the door to thank her.

"Of course, I have already sent someone to deliver it, and I spent my own money to prepare some gifts."

Happy said he also bought some gifts.

"After all, he also saved me, and I also want to express my gratitude."

Seeing Pepper's suspicious look at him, Happy shrugged his shoulders.

"What? Is it strange? Although he beat my boss, but... one thing is the other. There is no personal grievance between us. If possible, I would like to ask him for boxing and marksmanship."

"Ah."

Pepper nodded, "Speaking of Tony, is there still no news?"

"Currently, no."

Happy's expression became serious, "Yesterday, Colonel Rhodes also told me that they found fragments of missiles made by the Stark Group at the place where Tony was attacked. Those terrorists, I mean those terrorists who might have kidnapped Tony. Molecules, the weapons used were manufactured by Stark Industries."

"Can the military find the terrorists who attacked the convoy?"

Pepper asked Happy worriedly.

"I don't know, because they are in Afghanistan, not in the country, they said it will be difficult."

"That's not what they say when we're working with the Defense Department."

Sighing slightly, Pepper turned his gaze to the TV screen.

In the news program, the news about the monster had already been broadcast, and the host began to broadcast the news about Tony Stark's disappearance.

She is more irritable.

Forest Hills, Peter looked at the stranger outside the door.

The other party stated that he was an employee of FedEx, and after asking himself to sign, he began to move things into the house with large and small bags.

"Who is the sender?"

Peter asked the other party suspiciously.

Before the delivery man could answer, the phone vibrated.

Peter took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Pepper.

After answering the phone, he learned that all these things were sent by the other party.

After hanging up the phone, looking at the cardboard boxes in the room, Peter sat on the sofa speechlessly.

Although it was a thank you from others, but unfortunately the room is not big enough, it is estimated that Aunt Mei will have to return a lot.

noon.

Aunt Mei pushed open the door and entered the room. Looking at the cardboard boxes and all kinds of exquisite packaging boxes in front of her, she was taken aback.

"Peter?"

Aunt May turned her probing eyes to Peter, "What happened? Why are there so many things in the room?"

"We have received some gifts, and they are all relatively expensive gifts."

"Who sent it?"

"It should be Stark Corporation."

While talking to Aunt May, Peter stood up and picked up the things wrapped in exquisite red wrapping paper.

"It's wine."

"watch."

"There are also shopping coupons for shopping malls."

Peter just picked up a few gift boxes and roughly determined the contents inside.

"Stark Group?"

Hearing that Peter said it was sent by Stark Company, Aunt May nodded.

Before, Ben once told Aunt Mei about saving Chili Pepper by mistake.

Although Aunt Mei expressed doubts about what Ben said, that he could scare off criminals with just a pistol, but with the proof from the police station, she could only believe it tentatively.

"Hmm, thank you to Uncle Ben."

Peter picked up a greeting card placed next to the gift, "It said that they wanted to visit us, but because time is not allowed recently, we can only 'definitely next time'."

"We shouldn't accept such an expensive gift."

Aunt Mei looked at the dazzling array of things in the room, thought for a moment at last, and said to Peter.

Peter's interest in these things is average. He already has a lot of money from gangsters in his hand, so naturally he won't be too rare for these things.

Hearing that Aunt Mei said that he couldn't accept it, he nodded to express his understanding.

"I have no objection, Aunt May, but I think you should discuss it with Uncle Ben."

He walked to a green packing box and looked at the handwritten text on it:
"To Peter Parker, I hope you will have a beautiful trip. Two tickets to Disneyland are included. By the way, I know the owner of Disney very well. You can mention my name when you go to play. Happy Hoo Root stay."

Looking at the words written by Happy on it, Peter shook his head and put down the gift.

"By the way, Aunt Mei, where did Uncle Ben go?"

He casually asked Aunt May.

"Book?"

Aunt Mei froze for a moment, then frowned, thinking about where her husband had gone.

She seems to remember what Ben told herself to do before going out, but why can't she remember now?

"Aunt Mei, are you okay?"

Peter looked at Aunt May in a daze, and asked her with a frown.

It seems that Aunt May's spirit is not very good.

"I'm fine, but my recent memory is relatively poor, and I can't remember many things for a while."

Aunt May forced a smile at Peter.

But she soon realized that it was not because of her poor memory, but because she seemed to be simply obsessed with things about Ben and began to forget.

After reaching this conclusion, she began to panic in her heart.

"Maybe, Aunt May, you need to rest."

Peter stood up and said to Aunt May.

"Well, that's right. When Ben comes back, call me and I'll take a rest."

Aunt Mei's eyes were a little lost and she walked into the room.

Standing behind Aunt May, Peter frowned more and more.

Aunt May, what's the matter?
Peter sat back on the sofa, lost in thought.

A few days ago, Aunt Mei seemed to be in a trance, and her memory seemed to be fading.

Did something happen that I didn't know about?
Or was Aunt Mei aware of her identity, mental breakdown caused by excessive mental stress?

He was thinking about Aunt Mei's question when the phone vibrated again.

Picking up the phone, he found that it was a text message sent by Gwen to himself.

"Peter, you didn't come to school today?"

"Yes, I encountered some things, so I asked for leave today."

Peter edited the text and sent it, "How about you? How was the dinner at Harry's last night?"

Gwen's hands were fast, and a large amount of text was sent within a few seconds.

"Don't mention it, I feel like I'm in jail. If you were by my side, I wouldn't be so uncomfortable. By the way, Peter, what trouble did Jessica Jones encounter last night, did you help her solve it?"

"It has been resolved, but as to what happened, at the request of the person concerned, I can only keep it a secret."

It seemed that he was very concerned about the word confidentiality that Peter said, and the words that Gwen sent next were a little jealous.

"Well, you and Jessica have a secret that belongs to two people, and I have become an outsider. I shouldn't let you go."

In Midtown High School, Gwen looked at the phone screen with unconcealable frustration on his face.

Why do I have the feeling that I dug a hole with my own hands and buried myself? !

Soon she realized that what she said sounded a bit like a "slut who complains about women", so she hurriedly made up for it.

"I mean, you're right about keeping it a secret, but well, maybe I should ask Jessica myself."

After editing and sending it over, Gwen thought of what Peter said to himself before leaving last night—"Be careful with Norman Osborn!"

What happened later, indeed, as Peter said, Norman Osborn became a "monster", threatening himself with the safety of his father and Peter.

Is Peter really a futurist, able to know what happened in the future?
"By the way, Peter, why did you say 'be careful with Norman Osborn' to me last night?"

Unable to hold back her curiosity, she texted Peter to ask.

"Because he's not a nice guy."

"Well, that's right."

Gwen, who was holding the phone, nodded subconsciously, "He's not a nice guy, but what's troubling is that he's Harry's father."

Thinking of Norman Osborn's threat to her last night, Gwen wanted to beat him up and send him to prison.

But the other party was Harry's father, so he was in a dilemma.

If he wants to start a war with the other party, he will definitely hurt the other party. He is Harry's father. If Harry knows that he did it, he will definitely resent him.

But if you listen to Norman Osborn.
This will never happen at all, because I will never listen to such a person.

She doesn't know how to deal with it now.

"I'm a little confused now, Peter. I talked about some useless things at Harry's house last night, so I won't talk about it, but then a very crazy thing happened."

"How crazy?"

"In short, beyond anyone's imagination, it's as incredible as you can meet aliens."

Gwen continued to edit in the text message: "The reason is similar to yours, I have to keep it secret, Peter, but I can tell you now, you should also be careful of Norman Osborn, he is a very dangerous guy."

She thought again of Norman's burly, devil-like green body from last night.

"Well, I know, don't worry about me, Gwen, taking care of yourself is the top priority."

Looking at the warm text Peter sent to herself, Gwen's bad mood eased most of it.

She was about to edit the text and send it out when the radio in the classroom suddenly rang.

"Gwen Stacy, please come to classroom 222, please come to classroom 222 immediately, thank you!"

She froze for a moment when she heard her name on the radio.

After sending Peter a "chat later" message, she got up and walked out of the classroom.

Putting the phone in his pocket, Gwen's face was full of doubts, who could be calling him on the radio?

Classroom 222.

Gwen pushed open the door and saw an acquaintance sitting inside—the psychiatrist Bradley.

After the last school riot, the teacher arranged by the school to provide psychological counseling to the students.

"Miss Stacey, this is Dr. Bradley, I think we should meet."

Gwen nodded, "Yes, you were the instructor last time, I still remember."

"But Dr. Bradley, maybe I don't have time to chat with you and receive your psychological counseling."

Gwen found an excuse for herself, "My function test will start in ten minutes."

She is not in the mood to receive counseling now.

"It will only take a few minutes, Miss Stacy."

Holding a folder, the smiling Dr. Bradley said to her.

Gwen looked at each other and continued: "But I really don't have a psychological problem, and I don't have trauma that requires psychological counseling."

She wanted to say that maybe Peter needs your therapy, but she swallowed it anyway.

"Ah."

Bradley opened the folder casually, looked at a page of paper inside, and asked Gwen: "I heard that Norman Osborn has stood up from the hospital bed."

"Yes."

Gwen replied in a copious manner.

"So, did you go to his estate last night?"

Her eyes became sharp in an instant, staring at the stunned Gwen.

"Did Norman Osborn show you what he's capable of?"

Gwen was originally sitting on a chair, but when she heard the other party's words, she stood up all of a sudden.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here? Who are you?"

"Can you answer my question first, Ms. Stacey."

Dr. Bradley took a step closer to her on high heels, "Did he threaten you? Did he say he knew you were Spider-Woman?"

(End of this chapter)