Just a few seconds ago, Peter felt that things could not be worse. Mary's disappearance, the appearance of the clone, and he never expected that Aunt May would react so violently to the fact that he was Spider-Man - he had already begun to regret confessing to Aunt May.

And now, at this moment, the troubles that just now have been left behind.

Richard Parker, his father who had been dead for fifteen years, was standing in front of him at this moment, with the smile on his face so vivid and powerful, so real.

"You... are you still alive?" Peter's mind was blank, but he instinctively felt that he needed to ask questions at this time, very necessary, "Dad, you are still alive? But how is that possible!? They said your plane..."

"I know the air crash. Sit down first, Peter, relax." Richard's hand gently pressed on his shoulder. "I know there are many things to explain besides melancholy, but-"

He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.

"Come here, Peter."

Peter hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly moved towards his father.

Richard Parker held him firmly in his arms, his embrace as warm and powerful as any father's.

"Get out now!" Aunt May shouted abnormally. Peter had never seen her get so angry. "Go out! I have had enough of your Parker's farce in the second half of my life! It was my sister who married you, not me! I don't want to have any relationship with your messy things anymore!"

"May." Richard said, "we are finally a complete family now."

"No! Wait!" Peter slapped his head and shouted, "Aunt Mei, do you know my dad is still alive?"

"Yes, I know."

"You know my dad is alive but doesn't tell me?"

"You didn't tell me you were Spider-Man either."

"You know but don't tell me!"

"I'm protecting you!" Aunt Mei said angrily, "Look at this terrible situation now, he's back now!"

"Calm down, May." Richard walked towards the refrigerator, opened the cabinet door, and explored it inside. "I think everyone should be hungry at this point. We have to talk to the family. Peter wants to know the reason."

He took out a box of pizza and a bottle of ketchup: "Look, pizza, cold pizza is perfect for this time."

Peter was stunned, feeling overwhelmed, wondering whether he should be happy or afraid now.

Abandoned genetic experimental base in Osborne Industry.

"I want to tell you, Mary Jane, this place was once powerful."

Wearing a Spider-Man uniform, but with a festered face, Peter bowed his body on the console and fiddled with it, like a mad scientist preparing to create Franskentan.

The panicked Mary Jane was fixed on an experimental lounge chair, her hands and feet were firmly fixed, and her whole body was filled with disturbing wires. She was the poor white mouse who was unfortunately selected in this crazy experiment today.

"But the environment here is really not very good, no wonder Osborne ended up messing up himself."

He paused and tried to show a smile that made Mary feel at ease, but this double-sided face only made people even more creepy.

“I had to make some improvements to the lab here because it was simply useless,” he said. “But I think I improved very well, and we’ll try it first and then do further testing…”

Mary Jane had stopped shouting, her emerald green eyes stared blankly at the black ceiling, tears gently slid down her cheeks.

"Everything will be fine, Mary. You are about to change and become a look I don't need to worry about. You will be able to protect yourself and we can be together again."

After saying this, he seemed to be ready to press the button. And at this moment, a violent stinging came from the back of his head, which was a buzzing spider sensing.

Eric pressed the laboratory bench with one hand and flew in, and the metal combat boots kicked hard on the twisted and festered half of his face.

"It's over, clone boy." Eric stepped on the control board of the laboratory bench and touched his fist. "You should go back to the cage."

Parker Residence.

This is a scene that Peter dreams of all the time—his father, Richard Parker, Aunt May and himself, sat around the dining table at home, enjoying the delicious pizza happily, the rippling warmth melted in the light yellow light on the top...

OK, maybe the last part is a little problematic.

The difference from the fantasy is that the atmosphere in reality is very awkward and solemn. Aunt May did not sit down, but stood by the dining table with her hands wrapped around her hands, staring at Richard with cold and hostile eyes. Peter felt as if he had been trapped in a tragic family ethics drama, and unfortunately he was in the protagonist's position.

He couldn't help but ask, "Then... is my mom alive too?"

Richard shook his head and said, "Listen, when you were a kid, I invented something. I meant to...."

"Cure diseases, use animal DNA, genetic engineering, I know." Peter said quietly, "I know one of your former colleagues, Professor Cott Conners, who is a good man. He just hopes to use lizard DNA to regenerate his broken arm, and turn himself into an ugly monster. (The villain Lizardman in "Amazing Spider-Man 1")"

"Yes, Connors was my colleague, and I'm very sorry for the accident." Richard closed his eyes gently and fell into painful memories. "That's why I ran away. Osco Enterprise sponsored our project. We thought our research failed, but the sponsors felt that we had succeeded. I just wanted to help people and find a cure for the disease, but in the end I created something that would create demons. If they abused it, more tragedies like lizards would be born. It's too dangerous and I can't watch it happen."

He sighed and continued, "They took away my experimental results, and you can't successfully counter-claim a billion dollar company unless you have a billion, and unfortunately I didn't. In the end, they still needed the knowledge of us experts. I was short of money at the time, and they promised that we could at least control our research results and master a small part of the rights. I thought it would be better to have my results under my own eyes than to be snatched away by them, so I... well... agreed. We compromised to the last step, and we just had to go to Chicago to sign a contract, and the contract was completed."

"It's the crashed plane." Peter had guessed, "You didn't board."

"Yes." Richard said, "I regretted it at the last moment before boarding. I don't think that was the original intention of our research, nor the life we ​​wanted. But your mother disagreed. She said that she was also a company employee and she could sign the representative. I couldn't stop her...I couldn't stop her from boarding the plane. I think if the plane had not crashed, we would definitely divorce later, but that didn't affect my love for her deeply, even if I still love her."

Richard stopped and observed Peter's expression for a moment.

"I'm sorry, kid. But in theory, your mother's choice is not wrong."

Peter was silent, his stomach full of whispers disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know what he should say now.

"And next, I have to say first." Richard said, "You may not like to listen to the next part."
Chapter completed!