Milk, eggs, cereal, and steak and chicken.
Peter looked at the basket full of things and looked at Aunt May's shopping list to make sure that all the ingredients were purchased.
As the only able-bodied man in the family, he was sent out to buy the ingredients for today's dinner without any hesitation.
Aunt Mei is going to have a big dinner tonight to celebrate Mei Dai's first birthday. The little guy has to eat cake and blow out candles before he has all his teeth.
When paying the bill, Peter counted the money three times to confirm that the cashier had not changed the wrong money before leaving. When he left, the cashier and the customers in line behind him were impatiently waiting.
But today's days are no different than before. We have to spend our money carefully and spend every cent in two.
On the way back, the communicator on his wrist told him that someone on Wilson Street needed help. This communicator was made by Peter Parker and could monitor the New York Police Department's police channel.
A large number of police cars have rushed to the scene after receiving the news, but the call for help has not stopped, and the police command center is still deploying a large number of police forces to Wilson Street.
This means there must be big trouble there.
Peter didn't hesitate, found a secret corner as usual, put on his spider uniform and rushed to the scene.
This was his first heroic action, but I have to say that it was so cool to hang out in the city.
Every building can be used as a support point for him, and he can jump freely between the worlds. The street scene of New York passes under his feet, and the clustered heads are like pixels.
He had only practiced swinging in the back alley before, which was not as spacious as here. Now the entire New York City was his playground.
Peter finally stopped on the building closest to the scene. His eyesight could also see what was happening on the ground at this distance.
The frightened crowd fled in all directions, and police cars formed an array to surround the center of the disaster. Armed police officers with live ammunition were using the police cars as a cover and were waiting to suppress the super criminals in the smoke and dust.
The smoke and dust were not caused by the Sandman. If it were that guy, he would have created a sandstorm and blown away all the police cars.
When the dust settled, a figure gradually emerged. It was a guy wearing a purple hood and holding a crowbar who was wreaking havoc.
Peter learns that the bad guy is the Destroyer, a member of the crime syndicate's destruction unit, armed with an indestructible magic crowbar.
This guy is a second-rate villain at best, not very powerful, and he doesn't have any memorable evil plans or tragic life experience.
His weapon is just the crowbar, with a single attack method and no other magical abilities.
He was committing a crime at this time, and my web launcher was filled with web solution. It was perfect to torture him as a training exercise.
So Peter stood on the edge of the rooftop and jumped down, overlooking New York City. The ground was getting closer and closer to him. Just when the New York police noticed him, they shot out spider webs and stuck to the glass exterior wall of the building. His whole body paused as if falling. , using the pause buffer to turn over and land.
A perfect heroic landing.
He had practiced this move countless times in his mind, but he never expected that the effect would be so perfect.
Although my knees hurt a little, it was worth it.
"Hey, man. How did your magic crowbar get past security? It's a dangerous item and needs to be confiscated." Peter asked sincerely.
The Destroyer was surprised when he saw this spider face that he could never forget in his dreams. Spider-Man has disappeared for a year. The citizens of New York thought that Spider-Man would never come back, and the Destroyer thought so too.
"Damn it, it happened to be today that you appeared again when I chose to commit a crime. It doesn't matter, then come and say hello to my crowbar."
The Destroyer swung the crowbar and smashed it in the direction of Spider-Man. Powerful magical energy was stimulated, the shock wave swept across like a wave, and a crack opened in the ground.
The spider sense gave Peter a timely warning, and he nimbly jumped out of the damage range. With his agility, he narrowed the distance to the Destroyer in just a few flashes.
"That's not how a crowbar is used to hit people. You can't fix Spider-Man like that."
Peter kept talking dirty words, but his movements were still quick.
Now he can finally use his power freely without suppressing it, which makes him feel physically and mentally happy, and the Destroyer has become his punching bag.
He relied on his spider sense to dodge the Destroyer's attacks. The Destroyer wielded a crowbar but could never touch the little spider. On the contrary, the little spider could always hit the Destroyer with his fists.
This makes the Destroyer a one-sided punching bag.
Another jab hit the Destroyer right in the face, causing him to tilt his head back in pain. The punch force of twenty tons was not comfortable even for him.
Peter seizes the opportunity to shoot a spider web to stick to the Destroyer's crowbar, and snatches him from the Destroyer after a struggle. Without the crowbar, the Destroyer became vulnerable, and Peter easily netted him.
"Spider-Man, your heroic career will one day end when someone pulls off your ridiculous mask. After losing the secret identity of Spider-Man, you will be vulnerable."
The bound Destroyer laughed wildly, without the slightest remorse that should come with being arrested. He thought he had caught Spider-Man's weakness, but forgot that he was just a poor guy wearing a mask.
Peter just said coldly: "Are you threatening me?"
Destroyer didn't realize anything was wrong, he thought this Peter was still the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
"Intimidation, threats, you name it, but if you ask me to define it, it's retribution."
There was a loud snap, and the Destroyer's eyes widened in disbelief, suspecting that it was just a nightmare, but the pain on the left side of his face told him that this was reality.
Spider-Man did give him a slap in the face.
"How did you..."
Before he could finish speaking, bang, he was hit on the right side of his face again.
Peter said, "Spider-Man accepts no threats. Never again."
He raised his hand, and the Destroyer huddled in fear, as the pain felt real on his face, and there was a buzzing noise in his head.
"No, don't fight anymore. I've been subdued. A hero shouldn't attack a criminal who has been subdued."
Peter held down the struggling Destroyer and said: "I am making sure that when the police come to put you into the police car later, you will not be able to resist. Obviously you still have the ability to hurt others, such as remembering the appearance of these police officers. Retaliation after prison break."
"No, I promise you." The Destroyer has lost the desire to fight. At this time, he hopes that a policeman will come up and take him back. He does not have the skills to heal himself. These pains will torture him and prevent him from sleeping. Sleep for a long time.
Peter waved to the onlookers New York police to come up for follow-up processing. They had already watched Spider-Man solve this crisis, and it was time to give them some work.
A young policeman greeted him cheerfully, as if meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and said: "You are finally back, Spider-Man. You are different from before."
Spider-Man responded: "Yes, I have changed. Adapt as soon as possible. Now it is a brand new Spider-Man protecting New York."
This is a new Spider-Man, a new Peter Parker...
