Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 59: Old Peter's Tragic and Happy Family Affair
“This city is great.”
In the afternoon, on the streets of Osborne Tower, Mason, who had just enjoyed the fiery scene of the old man teaching his daughter-in-law a lesson, was pushing old Emma for shopping.
Harley was accompanying them with two big dogs, and the scene looked like a family outing in the afternoon.
However, the relationship between the two men is indeed complicated.
The White Queen wore a hood and looked at the orderly Osborne Tower with her eyes. Her powerful mental power also swept around, sensing the thoughts of those passers-by.
Regrettably, people's hearts after the apocalypse are no less scheming than those in the prosperous world, and the voices Emma hears are mostly dark, but as a user of psychic power, she has long been accustomed to all of this.
She said to Mason:
“Although people’s hearts are unsettled and there are hidden dangers within, we can’t blame too much on a doomsday city built on a wasteland. The manager here is a wise man.
Just like you, Mason."
"Old Norman is a schemer, but he's really good at it."
Mason explained:
"He is deliberately trying to win me over, trying to form a stronger alliance to help him gain more power. I have arranged a meeting between him and Black Bolt, and you will be needed to act as Black Bolt's translator and representative.
Of course, you'll have your first round of medication today. I've prepared seven different basic potions for you, and you'll have to try them all before we devise a more effective treatment.
Your body is completely broken.
The huge mental power is a burden to you, so I will take some measures to temporarily restrain it until you are healthy again."
"well……"
The White Queen in the wheelchair sighed, pulled her hood, and withdrew the mental power she used to maintain her bright and glamorous illusion appearance, revealing her old and weak figure.
This scared the little kid on the street. Even in this wasteland where human life is worthless, it is rare to be injured as seriously as old Emma.
Emma ignored the child's fearful look and said to Mason:
"Can you not use such a formulaic tone between doctor and patient? Mason, I know this is a foreign experience for you, but I want us to be closer."
"Relationships need to be cultivated, Emma."
Mason responded:
"We can't expect too much at the beginning. Fortunately, we still have enough time to get to know each other. Besides, I don't plan to send you to Utopia. There are still some hidden dangers there."
"Then you'd better not go!"
Old Emma coughed and said:
"Mutants' xenophobia and solidarity are relative. Our society is no different from other civilizations, and is equally full of contradictions and darkness.
They can be a help to you but they can also be a drag on you, especially some extreme thoughts which are dangerous cancers.
You don't belong there, Mason."
"I will consider your suggestion seriously, but now we should go back."
Mason reached over to cover Emma with the blanket and said:
“The lab equipment should be ready. Don’t resist, Emma. This is necessary treatment.
And I know how to make you happy. I have prepared a beauty potion for you. Although it cannot benefit your health, it can at least make you beautiful again without having to maintain the mind illusion. "
"Phew, that's good news."
The White Queen smiled.
She is a very complicated person and cannot be simply divided into good and bad people, but one thing is certain, as a famous beauty in the mutant society, her obsession with her appearance is ingrained in her bones.
"Wait, something interesting seems to be happening there."
Just as Mason was pushing Emma back to the main body of Osborne Tower, the White Queen suddenly pointed to a restaurant in front and said:
"Go and have a look. There is an 'old friend' there."
"Um?"
Mason raised his eyebrows in surprise, then called Harley back and pushed Emma into the restaurant with her. As soon as they entered the door, they saw old Peter sitting at the table with a painful look on his face.
On the left is Mary Jane with a blank expression and little May Parker looking around with wide eyes.
On the right is Spider-Woman Gwen Stacy, wearing a black and white cape and spider costume that outlines her perfect figure, and sitting next to Stacy is Mrs. May Parker from Mason's hometown world, and standing next to her is Ashley Parker.
Well, the Spider-Family is reunited.
Now Mason and Harley both showed expressions of watching the fun. Their "family" chose a table at the side and sat down, starting to listen to the discussion over there.
"You! Are you really my future self?"
Little May Parker doesn't care about the complicated grievances between her father, mother and Aunt Gwen. What this little girl cares about is the wasteland mother opposite who is middle-aged but still maintains a good temperament.
She stared at Mrs. May Parker and said curiously:
"You said I would marry Hawkeye when I grow up? But why? Hawkeye is too old. He can be an uncle already!"
"That can't be helped, Xiaomei."
Facing her childhood self, Mrs. May Parker didn't know how to explain her life for a moment. She could only look at old Peter with a strange expression and said vaguely:
"My father had died in the war, and I was left alone. Clint, who had also lost his family, came into my life at that time. It was a very difficult situation to describe.
But I’m just happy to be here and to see my childhood self again.”
"I'm excited to meet my future self, too!"
Little May Parker grinned, revealing her missing front teeth. This naive and cute smile made Ashley Parker, the irritable wasteland girl standing next to her mother, couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The crooked and grumpy Spider-Woman thought she and Mei would definitely be friends, and then she heard Mei waving a spoon and saying to her:
"So, you are my daughter? I have always fantasized about having a daughter as cute as me when I grow up. Ashley, let me see your face."
Xiaomei looked at her daughter from another time and space curiously. Ashley hesitated for a moment, took off her spider mask, revealing a wild but not ugly face.
Xiaomei was very satisfied with this.
The only thing she didn't like was Ashley's short hair. The girl inherited Mary Jane's aesthetic and preferred long hair.
"Call mom quickly!"
The little girl cheered and made another excessive request, but this request made Ashley curl her lips. She was not going to obey her eight-year-old "mother" in everything.
She was more interested in the "grandfather" sitting beside her with a distressed look on his face.
The real Peter Parker Spider-Man!
During the depressing time of growing up in the wasteland, her grandfather's heroic stories were her only entertainment, and she wanted to make a name for herself in the wasteland in order to pursue her grandfather's great cause.
She now really wants to fight against her grandfather to prove her strength.
But old Peter had no such intention at all.
He pretended not to see the challenge in his wasteland granddaughter's eyes, and his eyes just moved back and forth between Mary Jane and Gwen.
His relationship with Mary Jane had just been repaired, and the two had just been lying in bed "discussing" life a few days ago. However, Gwen's sudden return dealt him an unexpected blow to the life he thought would be peaceful.
"What's the guy who already left doing back here?"
Mary Jane elegantly used a knife and fork to cut the synthetic beef on the plate, and said in a gentle but sharp tone:
"Can't you find a Peter Parker that satisfies you in countless parallel worlds?"
"I found it. I found it before I left."
Although Gwen Stacy was younger, she was not afraid of the hidden hostility from Mary Jane. She smiled sweetly at old Peter and brushed her hair to reveal the scar on her neck.
She picked up the juice and said:
"My leaving was just to make Peter feel less uncomfortable. It doesn't mean that I gave up on the man I chose. On the contrary, some people...are they still clinging to their ex-husbands after a divorce? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?
I made it clear, Mary Jane, I'm not planning to leave this time, and you'll be invited to Peter and I's wedding.
Remember to attend on time.”
"Stop arguing, the children are here."
Old Peter turned around and glared at Harley who was winking at him, then said weakly to the two ladies whose eyes were about to flash with lightning:
"Can you please be decent in front of your granddaughter?"
“That’s my granddaughter too.”
Mary Jane snorted, feeling that she had a great advantage.
But Mrs. May Parker hesitated, and whispered:
"Well, Ms. Mary Jane, I have to make it clear that my mother is Ms. Gwen. In our world, you and your father went through an exaggerated story that is difficult to describe. In short, you two were not able to be together in the end for many reasons."
"Ha! Who has the advantage now?"
Young Gwen Stacy laughed and held her wasteland daughter's arm like a victorious general, but Mary Jane rolled her eyes, picked up the confused little May Parker beside her, and said:
"You're the only one with a daughter?"
"That's enough!"
Old Peter, who was being squeezed from both sides, couldn't stand it anymore.
He stood up suddenly, turned around to look at Mason who was watching the fun, and shouted:
"Mason! I'm applying to join Team K! Take me out of this hell, quickly! Please."
"Well……"
Mason rolled his eyes and said:
"But I already have a Spider-Man on my team."
"Come on, Grandpa!"
Ashley Parker's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she waved her fist and screamed:
"Let's have a fight! Whoever wins will stay in Team K! I've been waiting for this fight, and I swear I won't bring disgrace upon the name of Spider-Man!"
“Oh my god.”
Old Peter slapped himself on the face, and sat back in his chair in pain, saying:
"Is this how we have to live our lives from now on?"
"Three generations living under one roof, with girls on every side, stop complaining."
Seeing Harley winking and sip the wasteland juice, she shouted to Old Peter:
"Use your masculine charm to convince Mary and Gwen. Wouldn't it be wonderful for the family to live happily together in the future? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but this is a wasteland. Don't care about those morals that will only restrict your happiness... Ugh."
But then Harley seemed to suddenly remember something. She turned back and waited for Mason who looked innocent, and whispered:
"You must not learn from him! Mr. K, good children must not learn bad things!"
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“Mutants, Inhumans… they are truly amazing creatures, they should have existed in the same world as us, but they are a miracle that has never been born on our land.
Perhaps it was destiny's guidance that led them back to this wasteland where they were supposed to be."
The old Green Goblin who had returned from Attilan sat in his hovercraft and looked through the rearview mirror at the alien city floating in the sky behind him.
As the lord of this wasteland, he was invited to participate in the awakening ceremony of the first batch of Inhumans yesterday and stayed in the city. Black Bolt personally led him to tour the city that was born in ancient times but now seems advanced and mysterious.
This tour made the calculating old Norman immediately realize the value of this city. He knew that this was Black Bolt expressing his goodwill, and that the Inhumans who had left their homes urgently needed a safe place to recuperate.
And this is exactly the help that the Green Goblin can provide right now.
Not to mention that he also saw a mutant like Emma who could manipulate minds in the crowd. Although he had failed to eliminate the forces behind the Green Goblin and the Swordsman, he was not discouraged.
At the moment, Mason, this amazing young man, has obviously established a connection with this group of stubborn xenophobic idiots. Mason is his ally, which means that he can get help from these guys when necessary.
It has always been a simple truth that my friends' friends are my friends.
Hmm...
It seems that maintaining a good relationship with Mason is indeed the top priority. In this case, let's start by providing Team K and Attilan with all the necessary facilities.
Just as he did for the Amazons and Atlanteans.
Money offensive never goes out of style!
Even after the apocalypse.
"Father."
When the old Green Goblin returned to his office, a slightly weak call made Norman, who was thinking about something with a gloomy face, immediately change into a smiling and kind face.
He took off his coat and quickly walked forward to support the frail young man who was basking in the sun .
This young man is 70% similar to Norman, but the gentleness between his eyebrows is completely different from his calculating father.
"You should rest, Harry. You just woke up. Those people said you need to rest for at least a month before you can go out."
The old Green Goblin whispered to his lost and found son.
This was also one of the supports he received from the Quint Society. Those mysterious guys helped him bring his son back from the frozen time.
"I just saw Peter."
With a hint of nostalgia and joy, Harry said to his father:
“He didn’t know I was watching him, but he was still hopping around town with Gwen to help others like before, but those Amazon sisters didn’t need his help.
They seem to hate men, especially men who are stronger than they are.
What a unique culture.
It was a joy to see familiar friends after the apocalypse.”
"Peter? Humph, he's a bad friend. You should stay away from him."
Norman took out various potions to prepare medicine for his son, and whispered to Harry:
"Several years ago, you paid the price of your life for this wrong friendship. Kid, you should have learned your lesson. Being Spider-Man means bad luck, and you have experienced the power of that bad luck firsthand."
"It's not Peter's fault."
Harry shook his head and said stubbornly:
"I went to help him, and he helped you too. You know he's a kind man, Father, and you know Peter would never refuse help when we need it.
You know this very well.”
"Okay, let's stop talking about that annoying guy."
The old Green Goblin was obviously unwilling to continue talking to his son about Spider-Man, whom he hated. He helped Harry to the treatment cabin that was like a "greenhouse of life" carefully prepared for him, and saw a stack of books on his son's bedside.
Harry is his pride. This child's thirst for knowledge is not at all like that of a rich second-generation playboy.
The professional books Harry used to relieve his boredom also made the old green devil's eyes turn. A good idea came to his mind. He thought for a moment and said to Harry:
"My son, I know you want to make a difference in our world, but you are not suitable for what I am doing now. You don't like these conspiracies, so I plan to find you a job that will make you happy.
What do you know about Mason Cooper and what he is trying to do?"
