Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 201 Mourning
Unlike most cities in the United States where there are almost no people to be seen after dark, the nightlife of New Yorkers is relatively richer after dark.

Unlike normal times when everyone goes to bars and other places to relax and have a drink in groups after work, tonight in the streets and alleys of New York City, the usual leisure and joyful atmosphere has long been lost.

Colt walked slowly on the road, and he saw garlands and candles placed by people everywhere on the street.

"But it's ironic that the photos they used came from the report of the Daily Bugle." Colt knelt down to tidy up the wreaths that were not neatly placed, and said looking at the photos placed between the wreaths and candles.

"Spider-Man is dead, and all the media is reporting." Valeria said standing behind him.

"Except for the Daily Bugle." Colt smiled, "JJJ didn't even mention Spider-Man in today's report."

The two continued walking side by side.

"This is a very strange thing." Colt said, "People seem to be grateful and remember only after they are dead. I can't count how many people Spider-Man has helped, but in Usually, people still scold him, say he is not good, and even feel that the criticism of him by the Daily Bugle is justified."

He shook his head: "But now that he is dead, people seem to have become his supporters in an instant. This is a very strange thing. Spider-Man didn't do anything to save them before he died. It's ridiculous that they don't know why Spider-Man died, but they seem to have been greatly touched."

"It's not funny, there's nothing wrong with remembering the dead, because the dead don't stand up again and reap the benefits of being grateful to him, and when you are grateful to a living person, people will subconsciously feel indebted. Even if it’s true, most people don’t want it subconsciously, so they can’t help but refuse to feel the greatness of Spider-Man.” Valeria replied in a nonchalant tone, “Even if it’s It is impossible for superheroes to fight against people’s hearts, and they are willing to accept superheroes and regard them as gods in reality, worshiping them, loving them, and thanking them for the world, only exists in comics.”

"Maybe it doesn't necessarily exist in the comics." Colt muttered.

"Ah, Colt?" Maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was inevitable, when the two walked to Times Square, the center of the entire commemoration, a familiar black boy saw them in the crowd.

"Oh, Miles." Colt greeted casually, and then saw a group of people wearing imitation Spiderman uniform jackets laying flowers to the central altar.

Miles tugged at his fake Spider-Man uniform: "I can't believe he just died like this..."

"Yeah, who knows, maybe he's dead, maybe Spider-Man is still alive." Colt looked at a large group of "Spider-Man" around him, pulled Valeria around and walked out of the crowd.

"Aren't you going to offer flowers?" Miles finally couldn't help asking.

"Just let it go at the altar by the side of the road." Colt pointed to the surroundings and replied, "Also, I think it's better to leave this kind of occasion to the 'Spider-Man'."

"There are a lot more people on the road than usual." Colt and Valeria came to the roof of a nearby small house and looked at the crowd below, "I even feel that only at this time do people really live in one place." in the social group."

Valeria looked down and said nothing.

"Do you still remember that I was very confused and lost for a while?" Colt said, "It wasn't the time when the purple man was there, but the time when I knew Doom's plan and didn't know what I should do."

"Yes." Valeria responded.

"After chatting with Reed, I have been thinking about what kind of person I should be." Colt looked at the flickering candlelight below, "I also thought about whether I should stop thinking so much, bloody Be a little more impulsive, take up the responsibility, and then don't worry about it so much."

Valeria turned and looked at him with her head tilted.

"But the truth is, I still can't do it." Colt replied with a smile, his expression didn't have the slightest bit of bitterness, but he seemed relieved.

"In the beginning, I didn't know what I could do.

"Then Zhao led me in.

"Then Big Boss let me know what I could do.

“That feeling of being in control of everything is really addictive.

"However, fortunately, reality gave me a slap in the face, there are many things that you can't do whatever you want.

"But this brought me another problem. Although I finally decided to pick up my past and start again, I eventually began to doubt and feel less confident in myself.

"I'm at a loss, I don't know what I can do, I don't know what I should do.

"It's not as simple as doing experiments in a laboratory.

"So, I decided to give up, don't worry about it, don't think about it, just let it go when it comes, don't take the initiative to attack, only when things happen, and when they come across, I will solve them.

"To be honest, even now, I can't accept Spider-Man's final choice. If it were me, it would be very difficult for me to exchange my life for others.

"Maybe this is what Parker said. I'm too smart. For me, a living Spider-Man is more valuable than someone else. Of course, I won't give up the rescue completely, but I will find a way. Think of other ways to save others on the premise of saving your own life.

"Although it may seem a bit mean to say this, even if this fails, I can tell myself with peace of mind that I did my best and I will turn this emotion into anger against the criminal.

"To put it bluntly, for saving people and being a hero, I can only do my best, but I can't do my best like him."

Valeria still didn't speak, she looked at Colt quietly.

"Don't you feel a little annoyed after talking so much?" Colt laughed.

"No." Valeria replied, "I can understand your psychology, but it's hard for me to help you here.

"For me, I don't think about it.

"I do the same thing as you, I'm going to give it my all and not go all out.

"But we are different.

"Your reason is preventing you from doing something more moral, but your morality will push you to do it. This is your contradiction.

"These contradictions don't exist for me.

"I think, this is the difference between me and you, your heart is more noble than mine.

"Maybe it's because although I was born in a heroic family, since I grew up, I have actually been out of touch with the lives of ordinary people. My feelings for them, although it is not very good to say so, are indeed a kind of higher mood.

"But you are different, you, Parker, and Matt, you all grew up as ordinary people. In a more straightforward way, although you have become gods, your hearts are still human.

"You're looking at normal people, and I, for the most part, aren't."

"It makes sense." Colt smiled. Instead of continuing the topic, he turned his gaze to the candle below.

"Spider-Man is dead. Although he didn't die to save these people, he died for other people's actions after all." Colt lowered his head, "You know, this reminds me of a joke."

Valeria glanced at him.

"A man went to a psychiatrist and said he was depressed and felt that life was unforgiving, cruel and lonely. . .

"The doctor said: 'Here comes the great Pagliacci the clown, go and see him play, he will cheer you up.'

"Then the man burst into tears: 'But doctor, I'm Pagliacci,'" Colter said.

……

Miles huddled in the corner, watching countless "Spider-Man" coming and going.

He suddenly felt a little remorseful.

If I figured out my ability earlier, if I didn't hide aside like now, if I could help him at that time, would things be different?

"What should I do now?" He was confused.

Of course he knows that Spider-Man is dead, and there are other superheroes. It can even be said that there are many superheroes, and they will continue to protect ordinary people. But, does he really want to continue to live like this?
The commemorative activities are almost over, and it is late to go home.

It was already late autumn, and the night wind in New York was still a bit chilly. Miles shrank his neck and ran home quickly.

Suddenly, a cry for help came from a nearby alley.

Miles just walked to the entrance of the alley, and he subconsciously glanced inside.

A middle-aged woman who may have attended the commemoration was being stopped by a few hooligans with her child.

"Give me the wallet and jewelry." The little gangster said while holding his gun.

Miles swallowed, wanting to leave.

"It's not something I can manage." He quietly took out his mobile phone, "Just call the police and do what I should do."

"No, it's too late to call the police, I can do more!" said another thought in his head.

"But it's too dangerous, they have guns!"

"I can do it, I already have superpowers, I'm like Spider-Man now!"

He is still struggling.

"Ah!" Perhaps because he felt that the child was in the way, the gangster kicked the child aside.

"Don't!" Perhaps mother's love overcame reason, and the woman rushed to her child like crazy.

"Damn it!" Miles' enhanced vision could see the robber actually loaded the pistol even in the dark.

All the previous hesitation and confusion were left behind by him, and he rushed into the alley without any hesitation.

He jumped up and stuck himself to the wall with both hands, and then kicked the robber's gun-holding hand sideways.

The revolver flew far away.

Before the robber could see what was going on, he was punched by Miles into the trash can next to him, unconscious.

Miles pulled the mask that was still too wide and quickly turned around and fled the alley.

"Mom..." The child who was tightly hugged by his mother patted his mother. Unlike the mother who was waiting to die on the ground in order to protect himself, he could barely see through the space above his mother's shoulders. everything that happened.

"Mom, it's Spider-Man, it's Spider-Man who saved us!" He looked very excited.

On a roof not far from the alley.

Franklin touched his earphones: "Things came faster than we expected."

"Okay, I see. I'm on my way home now. If you don't mind, you can pick me up. I don't want to take the subway so late." Valeria replied.

"Eh? That's not good, after all, I don't want to disturb your two-person world." Franklin raised his eyebrows and said.

"It's just me, you don't have to think so much." Valeria's tone was flat, without the slightest bit of embarrassment from being teased.

"Huh? What about others?" Franklin wondered.

"There are other things." Valeria replied, "Come and pick me up."

……

Colt stands outside the house where Spider-Man fought his last battle.

He could see the cracks left by the accumulated battles on the somewhat dilapidated house.

His cell phone rang.

Colt took the phone out of his pocket and switched it on.

"I knew you would come." Post's voice came from the phone, and his voice sounded smug.

"Yeah." Colt responded.

"Well, do you want to make an angry declaration of war against me?" Post said, "It turns out that I am smarter than you!"

"The wound on your stomach hasn't healed yet." Colt replied flatly.

"But Spider-Man is dead! He's dead! I killed him!" Poster was furious immediately, "You are smart, can you prevent Spider-Man from saving people? This is his weakness! The weakness of his character! I succeeded! I killed Spider-Man! And you failed! You failed to save him!"

"So this is your purpose? To prove that you are better and more powerful?" Colt's tone revealed disdain, "After being crushed by Octavius, you want to find someone to vent? To satisfy your vanity And lust for power? What a piece of crap."

"I'm trash?" Pust laughed out of anger, not sure if it was because of anger, "If I'm trash, then what are you who I defeated?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't lost this match yet." Colt said, "I'm not even here for you."

"What did you say?" Poster was stunned.

"Octavis." Colt ignored him, "I know you're listening, from now on, let me be your opponent."

"Octopus?" Post was furious, "You ignore me?"

But he found that the phone had been hung up.

Colt hung up the phone but did not leave, turning to look at the broken window of the building through which he seemed to be able to see Post, enjoying the fruits of his victorious hunting grounds.

"Actually, maybe I should thank you." He chuckled, "At least this time, you helped me understand a lot of things."

(End of this chapter)