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Richard looked at his son with a complicated expression. "You really are Peter Parker, aren't you?"

He put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "I never thought we'd be face to face like this, in this way."

Peter glanced at Gwen, noticing Richard's excited expression, and knew that Gwen must have told him his identity.

"I didn't expect that either."

Peter was silent for a moment, unsure how to address this cheap old man.

Because he had never met him before and didn't have a deep relationship with him, he really couldn't bring himself to call him "father."

"We are all proud of you. We are so proud to see you like this."

Richard held his hand tightly, and Mary, who was beside him, was also moved by her husband's emotions and reached out to hold Peter's hand.

She could sense that this seemed to be an inseparable connection between bloodlines.

Back in the villa area, Gwen and her mother Helen chatted at a nearby bar.

"Waiter."

Helen called over the waiter she had met last time.

As she spoke, she tapped the rim of the glass, “This time I want you to put another Long Island Iced Tea into this drink, and this time, you have to upgrade it before you give it to me.”

She was a little dissatisfied with the drink the other person had mixed last time.

"Are you still drinking?"

Gwen didn't know her mother drank alcohol.

"It's just an alcoholic beverage, and I only tried it recently."

While Helen waited for the waiter to mix her drink, she asked Gwen, "Can you tell fortunes?"

"Fortune telling? No, I don't know how, but I know a Mrs. Weber who is very good at it. I don't know how she does it, maybe it's 'Gypsy'."

Helen coughed. "Um, Gwen, did you know that 'Gypsy' is a racist term? Many people think it's a completely racist term, an abbreviation of 'Gypsy,' because obviously Gypsies always fool people."

"Stealing babies and all sorts of other random things, well, I'm starting to wonder what I'm even talking about? Come on, Todd, can you hurry up?"

Todd is the bartender at this restaurant and also the bartender who mixes drinks for Helen.

He was wearing a black polo shirt, which looked like a bundle of dry branches.

The ruggedness of his acne face nearly caused Gwen to drop her mozzarella stick when she first saw him.

"No problem." The other person's voice was a rough, hoarse voice typical of adolescence.

There aren't many people here.

Gwen even pictured this scene in her mind.

Each stall and table had a tombstone, and it would have been more fitting to have the area covered in cobwebs and cemetery moss.

She was a little unsure if this was the only bar in the area.

"What do you think of bars, Gwen?"

"Uh, I don't know, is it a place for relaxation and leisure?"

Helen shook her head and said:

"In my opinion, wine is wine, and greasy food is greasy food. That's how it should be. Look at the notices pinned to the walls here."

"Affected nonsense, road signs, artificial retro style, a paddle—what can a paddle possibly be associated with? Maybe it's used to intimidate those annoying customers?"

She wondered how long it would take for Todd to finish mixing the drink.

But Helen soon decided to focus on the present and talk about her new friends—Gwen and Peter.

"Let me ask you something," she said, her words slightly ambiguous.

Speaking indistinctly made her feel so good.

Helen guessed she had drunk—five?—five Long Island Iced Teas.

Each of them individually was weak, but together they formed a large pot of foam in her stomach. "Gwen, let me ask you something."

Helen placed a drink in front of Gwen.

“Have you ever thought that my life means something, something bad, and you hate it, and… right? But then you find that your whole life revolves around this thing, something completely different from everything else, and in many ways, it’s worse than all the things you thought you had to do. Do you understand what I mean, Gwen?”

"Maybe, I don't know."

Gwen shook her head; she thought her mother was drunk.

Helen sighed softly, "Well, actually I'm talking about my parents, and dealing with my relationship with them is the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

She heard a sound coming from her right: the clicking of fingers on the bar counter.

At the end of the bar, no one was sitting there.

But she seemed to see a crow standing there, trying to stick its beak into the mouth of a small wine glass to drink.

Its beak was on the glass bottle, making a clinking sound.

Smoke slowly rose from its beak.

She blinked, and the crow vanished.

Helen felt like the crow who wanted to drink, longing for family but never quite reaching it.

"Gwen, you must be something to me in the future, right? My daughter, or my granddaughter?"

She said something that stunned Gwen.

Helen's voice was soft as a surge of hot acid refluxed from her stomach up to her throat like a rocket.

This is a chilling reminder: I might be drunk.

But she still stared intently at Gwen, waiting for her answer.

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As they walked out of the bar, Peter asked Gwen.

"I'm fine. It's probably because I drank some alcoholic beverages that I'm a little drunk."

"you've been drinking?"

Peter looked at Gwen in surprise; he hadn't expected her to drink alcohol.

"Yes, I talked to my mother, I mean my future mother. I never imagined she would look like this when she was young. She looks like another version of me."

When Gwen was questioned by her mother at the bar, she ultimately decided not to hide it and told her her true identity.

"Does she know who you are, Gwen?"

Peter asked her questions.

"Yes, I told her. At first she was shocked, but she calmed down quickly. Then she asked about her life. I said that my dad and I would always love her and that she was a mother who loved her family very much. Then—she seemed a little frustrated and couldn't understand why a girl who hated her family would become someone who protected her family."

"call!"

Gwen let out a sigh of relief. "But I'm happy that I can talk to my mother like a good friend of the same age, sharing our troubles. I think that's probably why Doctor Strange sent us here. He wants us to see the regrets in life and realize that it's part of life."

"Sounds reasonable."

Peter nodded; he felt that Gwen seemed to have grown a lot.

"Enough about me, what about you, Peter? Your strength seems to have increased a lot."

"Hmm, I've absorbed countless dark creatures, but it's still not enough. I'm still struggling to deal with the Black Strange."

He said in a serious tone, "Even if I brought all the aliens from parallel universes, it still wouldn't be enough."

Having witnessed Peter's fight against the Eye Demon, Gwen thought Peter's performance was already very impressive.

Now that Peter says it's not enough, she suddenly feels terrible.

“I think, Peter, power isn’t something you can gain by simply absorbing it, like Doctor Strange. Maybe you could relax and chat with your parents. This is the first time you’ve met like this, and maybe you’ll gain something different this way.”

"may be."

Peter nodded.

He thought of Richard and Mary's parents in this world, and the expressions on their faces when they learned that he was their future son.

evening.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the ground, and the city lights began to illuminate the city.

Dr. Pym, who once unintentionally released the Eye Demon, has returned to this era using the quantum tunnel he invented.

As for why he came to this era, it was because Doctor Strange sent him a message.

He was told about the dangers facing the world and the Black Strange's attempt to reverse time.

After some consideration, he used the quantum channel to come to this era, intending to bring Peter back.

After all, it was these two who helped him settle the trouble he had caused in the past, so he couldn't refuse.

Driving the car, they merged into the traffic and headed towards the manor.

Dr. Pym slowed down when he reached a section of road with less traffic.

"what happened?"

Dr. Pym's daughter, Hope van Dyne, sitting in the back, noticed her father's unusual behavior.

Hope also participated in her father's research on quantum channels, and out of curiosity, she asked her father to bring her to this era.

The slightly mature-looking Hope, with her hair tied in a ponytail, frowned and glanced back.

"Nothing much. Just a few troublesome flies."

Dr. Pym frowned, picked up his phone, and answered a call from a friend. "Kate, this is Hank. I think I'm being followed."

As he spoke, he sent his location to his friend.

"understand!"

After arriving in this world, Pym contacted his old friends and told them about his identity.

Although the other party did not believe it at first, they were quickly convinced by Pym.