May Parker, Peter Parker's daughter. She inherited her father's spider genes and could be said to be the second generation of Spider-man. She showed her talent when she was very young.
Peter Parker was happy about this, but at the same time, he was worried. He was happy that May Parker had the ability to protect herself in this dangerous world. And this was the source of his worry. Peter himself believed that the stronger one's ability was, the greater one's responsibility was. This was a performance of responsibility, but he did not want to pass this responsibility to his daughter, because he knew how painful it was.
Peter Parker of Earth One was born in 1915, it was the eve of the outbreak of World War I, the world was in chaos, and he grew up in the 1920s and 1930s. When he was working as a young man, he happened to encounter the Great Depression of the United States. It was not uncommon for the economic depression to lead to an increase in crime. Everyone was so poor that they had no food to eat, so don't expect starving people to be content with their lot.
Instead of counting on the charity of the government for free food, it was better to find a way on their own.
In this world, Peter Parker lived a hard life and was poor for many years. He encountered many setbacks in life and encountered many separations. Starting with the death of his uncle and aunt, and in the 1930s, he personally killed the leader of the New York underground organization, Norman Osborn. And in the following days, he completely disintegrated the Osborne Group.
At the end of the 1930s, World War II broke out. At this time, Peter Parker met Howard Stark, who worked for the military's underground front.
He was persuaded by Howard's lobbying and finally participated in the special front anonymously. The Dark Spider was active behind the enemy lines. From the fall of France to the Third Reich, he was there.
Bombing railways, burning warehouses, destroying munitions factories, robbing bank vaults. There was also stealing intelligence and assassinating high-ranking officials. These things were all done by the Dark Spider Peter Parker. Planting a bomb on a railway bridge could kill all the Nazi soldiers on a train.
Peter Parker helped the process of the war, but also stained his hands with blood. In this war, no one could stay out of it, not a single person.
The Spider-man of this world was not a simple Mr. Nice Guy. From his behavior, it could be seen that Peter Parker was more mature and steady, and his spider bites were full of poison. Those who were targeted by Peter would most likely die.
That was why he was the Dark Spider, not the Spider-man. In fact, not many people had even heard of his name. He only worked in the dark, and he was as silent as a spider catching insects.
But there were times when he was weak. For example, every December, on the eve of Christmas, he always went to the cemetery to pay his respects to his deceased relatives and friends.
This was his weakest moment. Usually, Mary would accompany him, but this December was too cold. Just the night before, it suddenly rained in New York, and the temperature dropped by seven or eight degrees. Mary's health was not as good as Peter's. She would get sick if she went to the cemetery in the suburbs for two or three hours in this weather.
So it was May who accompanied Peter. As for Anthony, he was grounded by Peter. At present, he was not allowed to go anywhere except the company and home, because the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in New York was unknown. If it was really to deal with Anthony, it would be difficult for him to run away if he met him alone outside.
The car drove all the way to the cemetery in the suburbs. Peter, who was driving the Cadillac, said nothing all the way. May could see that her father was in a heavy mood, so she did not know what to say. Every year on this day, Peter was like this.
The cemetery was planted with cedar trees, which were evergreen all year round. The white snow fell on the green pine trees, and the white and green were interesting, but there was no one to appreciate it here.
The creaking sound of footsteps came from stepping on the snow on the road.
The first place Peter and May went to was the cemetery of Uncle Ben and Aunt May. A bunch of lilies was a memorial for sweeping the grave.
Peter stood in front of the grave in silence. There was a trace of memory in the eyes of this man, who was already in his fifties.
"Uncle Ben and Aunt May were good people. They were still willing to help others in the Great Depression. They advocated democratic life and political ideas, but they were not accepted by the mainstream at that time." Peter looked at the tombstones of his relatives and said to May.
"Uncle Ben taught me to be strong, and Aunt May taught me what to be strong for."
May had never seen her grandparents' relatives, but this did not prevent Peter and Mary from mentioning them to her. May said, "They were good people. Without them, there would be no father."
Peter smiled, touched May's pretty little face, and then went to the next tombstone. The name on the tombstone was Harry Osborn, born in 1915, died in 1937.
Peter presented a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums. May had never heard of this name on the tombstone, and she was a little curious.
As if feeling May's curiosity, Peter said, "Harry Osborn, my best friend. I don't think I'll have such a good friend again in my life. "
May looked at her father's sad eyes and asked, "So young, is it because of illness?"
Peter shook his head and said, "No, the reason is very complicated. If we want to get to the bottom of it, I killed him."
This answer was beyond May's expectation. She opened her mouth and said nothing.
Then came the next tombstone. It was another name she had never heard of, Phileas Hardy. It sounded like a lady.
Born in 1910, died in 1940.
Peter presented a bunch of red roses.
As if introducing all his friends today, Peter once again said to his daughter, "A beautiful lady is buried here. For this lady, your mother and I have quarreled many times."
An old man in his fifties said and smiled, but May couldn't smile.
"She helped me a lot when I was young, but I didn't know how to cherish her at that time. When I wanted to do something, it was too late." Peter said with a sigh.
The next tombstone was for a family member, who seemed to be a father and a daughter.
George Stancy, born in 1895, died in 1947.
Gwen Stancy, born in 1915, died in 1935.
Peter offered a bird of paradise and a white rose to each of them.
"George Stancy, he was probably the bravest police chief in the history of New York City. He dedicated his life to fighting against evil, until a gunshot ended his life in the dark night. He didn't die honorably at all. He was shot by a gangster who wanted to rob him of his briefcase. George had no money in his briefcase. In fact, he was penniless. " Peter said in a low voice. May could hear that even after so many years, her father was still angry.
May didn't want to ask what happened to the gangster, and Peter didn't want to talk about what he had done.
He calmed down and said to his daughter, "Gwen was my first girlfriend. Of course, that was before I met your mother. At that time we had some pleasant things, and some unpleasant things happened to us. Even though so many things had happened, I had never thought that she would pass away so soon. New York in the 1930s was more chaotic than you can imagine. "
Peter took a deep breath, and May saw a deep sense of powerlessness in him. It was something she had never seen before.
The last two tombstones came from two of Peter's comrades, his comrades in World War II.
Bucky Barnes, born in 1920, died in 1944.
Steve Rogers, born in 1922, died in 1944.
Peter presented them with Persian chrysanthemums.
"Two brave soldiers." This was Peter's evaluation of the two: "But they couldn't hold on to the final victory of the war. Especially Steve, who was a cartoonist for the newspaper when I was writing articles for the Daily Bugle as a reporter. "
Peter said with emotion, "Bucky was strong, Steve was thin. Steve shouldn't have joined the army, but he tried all kinds of ways and finally used his experience at the Daily Bugle to squeeze into the ranks of war reporters. "
"I used to be colleagues with him. He was a talented young man. If he had concentrated on painting, he might have become a famous painter one day, instead of being shot to pieces by the Nazis with the Shredder (MG-42 general-purpose machine gun), and in the end, he couldn't even put his body back together." Peter finished with a long sigh.
The Starks' mausoleum is not here, but in the Los Angeles manor. So Peter and May can't worship them here.
For Peter Parker, Howard may have been his only remaining friend, but he died in 1955. The Dark Spider hides in the dark, not wanting to be found, and not wanting to be involved with others.
In order to protect himself, and also to protect his family. If it hadn't been for Howard's accidental death, leaving behind a young son, Anthony, who needed to be taken care of, maybe Peter would never have stepped into New York. There are too many memories of him here, good and bad.
The Dark Spider is lonely, and perhaps will be lonely forever. The only reason Peter still supports living in this world is probably his wife and daughter.
On the way back, the atmosphere was even more depressing, even more depressing than when they went to the cemetery, and May could hardly breathe. She offered to walk with her father, and finally walked back to the company. It was only one street away from Stark Industries, and Peter didn't refuse his daughter's request.
The two of them walked on the winter streets of New York. The temperature was a little cold, but May felt a little better, at least much better than staying in the stuffy car. Although the cold wind made her feel a little cold, and her face had goosebumps.
"If only there was a hot drink," May thought, stamping her foot.
There were no chain stores like Starbucks that served coffee and hot chocolate in the world. If you wanted something hot, you had to go to a coffee shop.
May had no choice but to take Peter's hand and walk in the direction of Stark Industries, but a steaming stall on the side of the road attracted her attention.
It was an ordinary food cart stall, but it didn't sell fast food like hot dogs. Instead, it wrote on its signboard: Hot soup, hot drink, oden.
May knew hot soup and hot drink, but oden? She had never heard of it, but she didn't care what oden was. If this stall could provide a cup of hot coffee or hot milk, she didn't mind buying two.
Peter could tell that his daughter thought it was a little cold. After two or three hours of cold wind in the cemetery, both of them needed a hot drink.
May took Peter to this strange stall, but the stall owner didn't seem to notice them. He was flipping through a dozen or so newspapers, as well as a lot of magazines, which were scattered messily on the side. The more he read, the deeper his frown became, as if he had seen a lot of bad news.
May had no choice but to pat the iron railing next to the cart and make a sound. "Do you have hot coffee here?"
Hearing the sound, the stall owner looked up and saw May and Peter standing in front of the stall. His eyes suddenly widened.
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