On Saturday afternoon, Peter Parker, like usual, wore a baggy and cheap spider suit that he even made by himself, flying through the streets of Queens, New York, doing justice and seeing if he could catch a few thieves.
His best achievement since his debut was catching a gang of bikers who were committing robbery.
Well, actually, two bad boys on a motorcycle snatched a lady's handbag, and then they were taught a lesson by him.
"Hey, kid! It's you again. How's it going? Did you gain anything today?"
Just as Spider-Man was squatting on the top of a store, darting his eyes around trying to find something worthy of his action, there happened to be a fast food truck selling omelets parked below. It was obvious that this greasy middle-aged uncle selling omelets was not the first time he had seen this little spider running around in the city.
You may be a little surprised at first, but after a few days you will get used to it.
Are you kidding? Even aliens have invaded this place, and news about the Avengers is on TV every day. So what's so strange about a little spider that can spin silk? What's more, this kid is a kind-hearted guy, doing justice everywhere... Even though he does some stupid things occasionally, the merits outweigh the flaws, right
"Hello, uncle. Today's Queens is still full of crime as usual. I have caught a thief today and... I also helped a child retrieve a balloon hanging on a tree."
Even though he accidentally popped the balloon and made the child cry...
Peter Parker was too embarrassed to say the last sentence.
But the middle-aged man selling egg pancakes did not laugh at him. Instead, he encouraged him and said, "Believe in yourself. As long as you can persevere, sooner or later you will become a superhero like the Avengers."
"Really? I can become a superhero like the Avengers? You know, I admire them so much! I also dream of joining the Avengers team one day and contributing my own strength to saving the world!"
As if he had suddenly opened his mouth to talk, Peter Parker flipped over and jumped down from a height of several meters, then stood aside and chattered in a very familiar manner.
The muscles on the middle-aged man's face twitched inadvertently, and then he hurriedly wrapped up the egg pancake with sausage, egg and spicy strips that he had just made and handed it to him.
"Take it and eat it. Uncle believes that one day you will realize your dream."
Peter Parker looked at the tempting omelet in front of him and swallowed quietly. He had been outside for most of the day without even a sip of water, so his stomach was naturally growling with hunger. However, all the money he brought with him for food was used to buy balloons for the crying little brat, so he was now penniless.
"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry today so I didn't bring any money..."
"Eat quickly. Even if you are out here to fight crime, you can't be hungry. Only when you are full can you have the strength to protect people like us. Don't you agree?"
Looking at the fragrant omelet in his hand, and then looking at the greasy but good middle-aged man, Peter Parker was so moved that he almost cried.
He had been confused during this period, especially after doing those stupid things, he once doubted whether he was cut out to be a superhero.
But today, the middle-aged man's recognition of him made him regain his confidence!
I, Peter Parker, will protect this city!
"Thank you, uncle. Although you are fat and greasy, you are a good person. Good people will be rewarded. Do you want me to sign for you? Maybe when I become famous, this autograph can be sold for a good price, which can be regarded as repaying the kindness of this cake."
The more serious Peter Parker's tone became, the stiffer the middle-aged man's expression became. There were even veins popping out on his neck, which was very rare for an obese man.
Finally, after Spider-Man finished talking, he managed a smile and said, "I'd better not trouble you. By the way, a few days ago I heard a gangster who bought egg pancakes from me say that there seemed to be a group of people selling drugs in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. This is a big fish. Do you want to go and have a look?"
Peter Parker, who had completely regarded him as a good man, had no doubt at all and immediately asked impatiently: "Where is it? It's finally time for me to show my skills!"
The middle-aged uncle quickly showed Spider-Man the way. He was even afraid that Spider-Man wouldn’t be able to find it, so he helped Spider-Man navigate on his mobile phone. It can be said that he sent Spider-Man to the west!
"Thank you for the pancakes, and thank you for the information. I will come back to tell you the good news after I take down these bad guys. Goodbye."
When Peter Parker heard that there was a big bad guy to be caught, he had no time to eat. He had to put it away and rush over.
Seeing that this guy finally left, the middle-aged man selling egg pancakes finally breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily took off all the disguises on his face, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them twice!
That bastard Tony actually asked him to do something like this. It really pissed me off!
Just as he was venting, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and he had to take a deep breath and answer it.
"Happy, how's it going, are you done?"
"Of course, there's no way I, Happy, can't handle a little brat myself. Now our target is the factory."
It turns out that the person who gave Spider-Man spiritual chicken soup and made him free omelets was none other than Happy, an imposter. As for the original person, he was nothing compared to Tony's wealth!
After hanging up the phone, Happy turned back to his original appearance and cursed Tony on the phone, even Spider-Man was not spared.
Dare you say that Grandpa Happy is fat and greasy
Your titanium dog eyes are blinded!
Uncle Happy is the thinnest handsome guy in the world of fat people. He has no taste at all and deserves to suffer!
"Oh, I almost forgot, there is also this..."
Happy was about to get in the car and leave when he suddenly remembered that he had left something behind. He hurried back to the fast food truck and took out a small white bottle.
"Why is there only so much left? Never mind, it shouldn't kill anyone, right?"
Happy shook the bottle and found that there was very little white powder left inside. He barely recalled that when he was adding the ingredients, his hands shook subconsciously in anger due to Spider-Man's mouth cannon attack.
But he immediately put this matter behind him. Anyway, Tony was watching over there, so nothing could go wrong.
Now that his mission has been completed, it is time to relax. It turns out that selling egg pancakes is not a job suitable for an elite talent like Grandpa Happy.