American Comics: The Law of Strength

I don't know how long it took, Peter noticed that the whimpering sound in his arms was gradually disappearing.

"Is it better?"

"Nothing..."

Gwen curled up in Peter's arms and replied angrily, she had already revealed her most vulnerable side in front of Peter, so now she didn't mind showing a little weaker.

Gwen's almost coquettish response surprised Peter, who glanced at Gwen in his arms dumbly, but didn't say anything more, just quietly caressed Gwen's back.

Even Gwen herself was incredulous.

Why would she vent her pain like this in the arms of someone she had just met?

Gwen only felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the arms of the person in front of him, and a sense of reassurance as if time and himself were gently surrounded.

It was as if in the middle of winter, nestled in front of the fireplace, covered with a thick blanket, drinking warm hot cocoa, the feeling of falling asleep with a sense of happiness.

She hadn't been so relaxed in a long time.

"Give me five more minutes... I promise that in five minutes that radiant superhero, Spider Gwen will be back..."

Peter patted her head, hiding his sigh in his breath.

"It doesn't matter if it's full of vitality or radiant, but the one who comes back is better just Gwen, and as for the part of the hero, it's better to rest for a while."

Peter could feel Gwen's body tremble unnaturally as if it had been touched, but instead of stopping, he continued:

"Gwen, you don't owe anything to this world, and you don't need to prove anything to anyone. You want to be

Peter Parker's hero, but you may not realize that for him at that time, you are already the most dazzling existence in the world, he does not want you to be a perfect hero, he has always longed for the original you, he only wants you to be yourself.

"I... I don't know..."

A light appeared in Gwen's eyes, but it quickly darkened again, she had forgotten when she was last recognized, and she was afraid to show her true instincts.

Peter saw directly through the source of Gwen's fear.

"Gwen... You don't need to be liked at all, you're like the main character in a comic, whether it's the guy named Jameson or the cops I met at the manor, they're just a bunch of jerks.

They are just irrelevant supporting characters in your comic.

As for those who do not have the ability to think independently and only know how to follow the trend and criticize you, this is even more so.

Don't let their words get into your heart or even affect you.

The only meaning they appear in your story is to bring you frustration and trials.

And you will be miserable and heartbroken at this stage, but this is the test that the world has given you.

I know it's a bad feeling, but these plots are necessary, and as the protagonist of the comic you have to endure all this, otherwise when the comic reaches the end and you get a happy and happy ending, how can you feel that all this is the reward you deserve?

"Happy and happy ending..."

Gwen laughed bitterly and muttered,

"I can't imagine what happy ending I would have... I couldn't even imagine that I would ever take the initiative to remove my mask in front of my father.

"That's just because you're not ready."

Peter looked down and pondered for a few seconds before making a decision.

He pointed to the invisibility ring on Gwen's left hand and said,

"You can keep it for me for a while, and until you can face your father, you will use it as an insurance policy that can give you peace of mind."

Gwen opened her mouth to refuse, but the silence muffled her voice like a sequel of fear, and she lowered her head a little ashamedly, but Peter continued to comfort her without care.

"One day in the future you will always grow into a real strong person, you will have the courage to face all this, and when that day you will laugh and remember your hesitation and fear today, and by that time you will feel how ridiculous all your concerns at this time are.

But you have to remember that this relationship sustained by escape will never last.

It's like a basement made of decaying wood, it might last three years, five years at most is the limit, you can't hide in it forever, so you have to be prepared until then.

"That's a terrible metaphor..."

Gwen muttered, and after a long silence she finally thanked again.

"Thank you... Batman... You won't know how much it means to me what you're doing today.

Although the words of thanks were brief, they were full of heart.

"Do you feel better now?"

Although still a little reluctant, Gwen nodded slightly.

"Well, this shirt can't absorb more moisture."

"Poof!"

Gwen was amused by Peter's joke, but choked on saliva, and she coughed twice and viciously pushed Peter away, and Peter let go of his hands.

"Please... Now I'm obviously still very moved, please don't spoil all this, okay?!

Gwen complained while wiping her hands over her face, but lowered her head embarrassedly after seeing the large water stains on Peter's shirt that were rendered like ink. Although she had the

intention to compensate, considering that all the change in her body added up to five dollars, she had to keep it in mind for the time being, intending to compensate later.

Then she raised her left hand to carefully observe the invisibility ring with a delicate pattern on her tail finger, the first time she had observed it in such detail.

This is undoubtedly a beautiful trinket, even if it puts aside its stealth ability, Gwen is particularly fond of it.

However, she also immediately made her bottom line clear to Peter.

"Although I am very grateful for all this you have done for me, it does not mean that you can blackmail me into doing this and that, I will only accompany you to the graduation prom at most!"

Peter had no intention of asking for any payment, after all, he knew better than Gwen himself how tight her finances were.

Obviously she came to help Diane, but as a result, Diane frequently exploited food and clothes, which can be called a model of paid work, and the capitalist will cry when he sees it, Peter simply took out Diane's credit card directly, and said with some pity:

"Then accompany me to have a late-night snack."

Peter pointed to the burger restaurant that Gwen had complained about.

"I'll treat you and at least make up for Diane who snatched your share."