"Can I have a bite of this cake? Or did you make it especially for me?" Peter asked, bracing himself as he pointed to the cake on the table.
"Of course you can." Hearing Peter say this, Sheila's eyes shimmered with delight as she immediately went to the kitchen to get a plate and cutlery.
Peter immediately pulled a small vial of web-fluid dissolver from his pocket and carefully and quickly sprayed it onto Finn's wrist, then stuffed the bottle into Finn's hand.
Finn lowered his eyes, his expression unchanging as he covered the small vial of solvent with his palm.
“Try it quickly.” Sheila immediately sliced the cake she had carefully prepared and asked with an expectant gaze, “Is it good?”
Then Peter once again met the gaze of Finn, who was staring straight at him.
“I.. I've had a cold lately, so I can't really taste anything.” Peter indeed found it tasteless, he was aware of this situation; even if he were threatened, he couldn't say it was delicious.
Peter simply put down the plate in his hands, took a deep breath, walked into that eerie and terrifying bedroom filled with black webbing, his body stiffening.
It seems you're looking forward to it too." Sheila hadn't expected Peter to be so obedient and walk into the room, "I will give you the most wonderful experience.
The moment the door slammed shut—
Peter attacked Sheila directly, but Sheila had already prepared, firing pitch-black webs toward him at the same time.
Why resist?" Sheila asked. "Don't you want to have me? To have a perfect and powerful descendant?
"Sorry, I really don't want it at all," Peter said firmly.
With the battle instincts honed through two years of combat experience, Spider-Man's movements were agile and lithe, allowing him to narrowly dodge lethal black threads even within the narrow bedroom. Seizing the opportunity, Peter's wrist flicked sharply, the web-line, carrying a high-voltage current, shot out instantly, binding Sheila's arm tightly.
"Zzzzt—" High-voltage current surged through the webbed line and into her body.
"Ah!" Sheila let out an extremely painful scream, her body convulsing violently. The patterns beneath her skin instantly became clear and hideous, her eyes suddenly rolled back into a piercing blood-red. Under the electric shock, the woman's emotions spiraled completely out of control—manic, violent, driven entirely by predator instinct.
This was her true mutation—
It was not a rational enhancement, but a complete animalization.
“You dare hurt me?!”
Sheila fired webs like a madwoman in a counterattack, her nails lengthening as if she wanted to completely tear her chosen prey to shreds.
A fierce battle was erupting in the bedroom. It wasn't until the moment when more and more webs began to envelop the bedroom, making it nearly impossible to dodge, that Peter crashed through the bedroom door. The first thing Peter did was fix his gaze upon the dining table, but the chair was already empty, leaving behind only several strands of completely dissolved black webbing.
Seeing that Finn had successfully escaped, Peter immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Sheila rushed out after him, seeing the empty seat, her chest heaved violently, her blood-red eyes filled with nothing but pure rage.
Peter Parker! How dare you lie to me!!
Peter agilely dodged Sheila's frenzied attack by shifting his body to the side.
The two continued to fight recklessly in the living room for a long time, leaving furniture overturned and shards of broken glass scattered everywhere, turning the place into a complete mess. Peter's nerves were taut as he locked onto every movement of Sheila; finding another opportunity, he raised his wrist and fired his electric web once again.
But this time, Sheila was prepared. She braced herself against the electric shock with her arm, letting out a roar as her other hand tightly gripped Peter's wrist.
"Crack—" Sheila crushed the electrified web-shooter with her bare hands, sending parts and electrical sparks flying in all directions.
“Do you know the difference between you and me? You need a web-shooter, but I do not. Spider-Man, I am more perfectly evolved than you,” Sheila said with a ferocious smile, at that moment, she used webbing to bind Peter's wrists, rendering his hands unable to move or resist, “But our offspring can evolve even more perfectly.”
At this moment, Peter was also screaming "Oh no" in his heart.
Sheila panted heavily, her body reeling from one electric shock after another, yet her eyes now burned with a fury so intense it seemed as if her love had turned to pure hatred.
Little Spider-Man, shouldn't you be begging me by now?" Sheila said with a mocking laugh, reaching out to seize Peter's throat, "I am very angry with you right now.
Peter, struggling against the sensation of suffocation: ".." Are you begging me to mate with you and then eat me? Is there anything more terrifying in this world than that?
Flying Spider-Man can save everyone." Sheila stared at the silent Peter with a cold sneer, her voice as cold as ice, filled with arrogance and contempt, "But when you can't fly, who is going to save you?
Peter's gaze had already swept to the gold and red streak of light racing toward him from the distant horizon.
It's Iron Man.
"I'm not just Spider-Man." Peter, whose throat was being squeezed, replied with a smile in a raspy voice, his tone carrying composure, confidence, even a hint of pride.
—He is still an Avenger; he has comrades to fight alongside him, he has never fought alone.
In this situation, Spider-Man finally understood Finn's previous actions. Peter used all his strength to deliver a fierce kick to the defenseless Sheila, using the recoil, his back slammed hard into the floor-to-ceiling window that was already covered in cracks.
The window shattered with a roar, a cold wind whistled in from behind.
In the moment of weightlessness, Peter only saw Sheila's blood-red eyes, filled with madness.
In the next second, he fell straight down from a height of 53 stories.
Peter waited for Iron Man to catch him, but he suddenly discovered.. there was another person who had also jumped down from above.
After seeing the person's face clearly, Peter's pupils contracted sharply, he was almost scared to death.
—Finn Osborn??
Peter, who hadn't been panicking before, was practically driven mad with fear; he had thought that Finn had escaped to a safe place long ago.
"Why are you jumping off buildings again!!" Peter broke down at a high altitude, his screams scattered by the wind, he didn't know if Finn could even hear him.
Spider-Man struggled frantically, but his wrists were bound tightly by black webbing, making it impossible to break free.
Iron Man was also deeply shocked as he watched the two children falling freely through the air.
—Are these the Romeo and Juliet of a new era? Both falling from a building?
Stark was just about to speed up to catch the two of them.
At that very moment.
In mid-air.
On Finn's back, a pair of large, clean, almost snow-white wings suddenly unfurled.
The wind completely tousled the young man's hair, but his exquisite face showed not a hint of panic. Those beautiful, clear green eyes held not a single ripple, possessing even a near-inorganic calmness, as he simply gazed at Peter, who was falling through the air before him.
With a flap of his wings, his figure suddenly accelerated, charging precisely toward Peter.
Reaching out both hands, he firmly pulled Peter into his embrace.
The downward momentum was instantly halted.
At this moment, Peter suddenly recalled what Sheila had said just now—
Flying Spider-Man can save everyone.
But when you can't fly, who will come to save you?
And at this moment, Peter heard Finn's clear thoughts once again, it was an unexpected answer that struck him—
【I've got you.】
Peter could only think: It's over, I really have to love him for the rest of my life.
Peter's mind went blank as he was pulled into an embrace; after a few seconds of mental buffering, he looked at the wings on his boyfriend's back in disbelief.
“……How do you have wings??”
Chapter 79: Explanation · Wings
Finn was currently brought to the Avengers base.
All the superheroes stared at Finn, who was sitting in the very center, with looks as if they were observing a rare animal.
Finn, sporting a pair of wings, was also visibly nervous.
A pair of pure white wings tucked slightly behind his back, yet they still could not hide the abruptness and the attention they drew.
Finn Osborn, who had always been composed in any situation, seemed as if he had never been this flustered; his fingertips curled unconsciously, his gaze flitting frantically across the faces of Iron Man, Captain America, Dr. Bruce Banner, others, before turning to Peter Parker, who also wore a look of surprise, with a pleading gaze.
The way Finn Osborn had rushed without hesitation to save Spider-Man back then was incredibly cool, but his current, overwhelmed state was extremely pathetic.
"What exactly is going on with your wings?" Iron Man was, of course, also incredibly incredulous. Who could have imagined that the Young Master of the Osborn family actually had a pair of wings.
Finn frowned, unable to answer.
He couldn't exactly tell the truth—that he had used the points he worked so hard to earn back when he was a system to exchange for it.
Host, did you exchange points for this as well?" System PP was also learning this for the first time. These wings were truly too beautiful; System PP couldn't understand why Finn had intentionally hidden this from him. System PP recalled discussing the races marked with a "?" on the information cards with Finn before. Thinking of this, System PP also formed a reasonable guess: "This is an [Angel] race exchanged with points?
If it were the [Angel] race, I would have told you long ago," Finn thought gloomily. "I told you, I haven't really saved up many points for myself before. The little bit of points I have left isn't enough to pick any good races, but it feels like a waste not to pick something.
—After finally finishing the KPIs for 100 worlds, he had to pick a cheat to reward himself, right?
System PP: 【So, Host, you have chosen??】
[It's the Birdman.]" At this point, he could no longer hide it, Finn answered shamefully, even with a hint of indignation, "[You have no idea how expensive an Angel's points are! This is all I could afford to exchange.
Finn wanted to cover his face.
"The [Angel] race is so strong, with so many high-level abilities! But I can only afford [Birdman], which basically just means having a pair of wings to fly; I can't do anything else." When he exchanged for this race, Finn actually just thought the wings were beautiful, being able to fly counted as a skill.
But after becoming Finn Osborn—
Carrying the identity of Young Master Osborn, he couldn't exactly walk around with his hands on his hips, openly showing off a pair of inexplicable wings.
Moreover, he also possessed his very own exclusive newbie System PP. As a senior to the old system, Finn had his own image to maintain and refused to reveal his high-end resume of having served one hundred hosts with utmost dedication, only to ultimately exchange it for the most basic [Birdman] bloodline.
—How could he bring himself to say that!?
—All the other systems are top-tier! Only he kept getting slapped in the face, only to counterattack and eventually turn into a Birdman!
—It doesn't sound much more noble than a system!
System PP, you must learn from my mistake." Finn began lamenting in his heart again, lecturing System PP, "Whatever you do, don't bet all of your points on the Host. Yes, those high-level plugins are meaningful to the Host. But even without plugins, the Host can complete missions using his own strength. But for us systems, without points, we truly can't even exchange for a decent-sounding race!
Hearing Finn's inner thoughts was both pathetic and hilarious, Peter really couldn't help but laugh.
The sudden laughter caused all the Avengers to look at him simultaneously, their eyes filled with confusion.
“No, I just thought..” Peter immediately suppressed his laughter, struggling to maintain a straight face as he quickly came up with an excuse, “The chibi version of himself that Finn drew before was a little boy with wings. At the time, I thought it was just a style, I didn't realize it was actually realistic.”
It was practically identical.
Peter thought to himself—
That eternally bright and optimistic [SUMMER], wearing white clothes and possessing a pair of soft, lovely little wings, was the most realistic Finn himself.
At this moment, Peter thought of Sheila again—that woman who claimed to adore him, but in reality, was intent on devouring him and fighting him relentlessly.. This recent terrifying incident with an admirer was enough to leave Peter with a psychological shadow.
Spider-Man saw his obedient, beautiful, bright boyfriend, who had rushed to save him without hesitation, with those large wings. With such an extreme contrast, what reason did he have not to be eternally loyal to Finn?