Chapter 66: Good Neighbors in New York

Moses was eventually taken back to New York lying in the gap between a train and a railroad track.

"This is wrong." After getting off the bus, he found a place where there were no people and no cameras, raised his hood, and spat out the dust inside with two "Puh, Puh" sounds. "I'll buy a ticket to make up for it when I have money."

The system comforted him: "You didn't take up anyone else's seat."

“But I did evade the fare.”

The brown-haired boy reached out and flicked the rubber strap of his swimming goggles worriedly. "I hope the family that adopts me has a sewing machine. This thing is combined with the hood. I feel like my brain may be deprived of oxygen at any time."

"But Shazan wasn't much better when he first became a superhero. At least I have more experience than him."

New York City train stations are crime hotspots at night.

Soon, women's screams and sounds of thrashing were heard in the crowd.

"Is this what they call 'it's better to be lucky than to be early'? Today is Spider-Man's first day on the job. I hope others won't think I'm in league with the robbers." Moses jumped onto the wall, skillfully climbed upside down across the ceiling, and landed on the metal bracket above the railroad tracks. When he passed by the flashing red camera, he said hello, "I'm sorry, security guard, I didn't mean to scare you. Don't call the police."

Web Shooter is ready.

The dense crowd of people in the train station surged below him. A child looked around and saw his figure. He excitedly pulled the corner of the elder's clothes: "Mom! Look! It's a spider!"

Following this clear shout, people raised their heads one after another, and exclamations suddenly rose one after another, accompanied by the flash of shutter buttons.

"I prefer you to add 'man' after it. It sounds more human."

The eyes under the lens narrowed slightly, Moses raised his wrist and pressed the button, and the next moment, the white net accurately covered the thief's head.

"Perfect hit, very good~"

**

"Peter Parker?"

The woman in uniform shrugged her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her. "Were you brought back by Shazan from... um, Cyprus in the Mediterranean?"

The young man with brown hair rubbed his teeth in his chair nervously. "Yes, that's right."

"But you've been living in Moldova? Why did you move from an Eastern European country to Asia?"

Hey guys, how should I know?

Moses just asked Billy to say a few less common addresses. He definitely didn't teach him to cross Asia and Europe.

Moses, who was hearing the name of this country for the first time, fiddled with the buttons on his clothes with his fingers unconsciously, trying to find an excuse: "Uh, because of some family reasons."

The woman lowered her head and wrote two words on the document: "You are an orphan. Who did you live with before?"

"An old man adopted me—the unregistered kind. Well, he was a Mo-Mo..."

"Moldova."

"Yes, Moldovan, I was too young to remember the name of the place. And his wife was Cypriot."

In the office, an adult and a child looked at each other.

Moses tried to appear as sincere as possible.

"Do I look a bit unintelligent?"

While waiting for the answer, he spoke to the system.

System: “Guess?”

Finally, the woman picked up the documents and put them on the table in order. "The verification work has been completed for now, and it is similar to the information we learned before. We have already contacted a host family for you. Coincidentally, the lady's last name is also Parker. Do you want to meet her now?"

Even though Parker is an extremely common name in the United States, this coincidence still made Moses nervous for a moment.

He asked in his mind, "I thought this time it was like Superman and Batman, where none of their relatives were around?"

"Don't panic," the system said, "Although Spider-Man and May are indeed relatives in theory, she can't guess in this direction."

It spoke with such certainty that Moses, who felt the flag was standing high, became even more uneasy.

He waited in the office for about ten minutes, and then the door was pushed open, and a neat and tidy older woman carrying a backpack walked in. She smiled immediately when she saw the thin boy sitting in the high-back chair.

"Peter? Nice to meet you."

"Me too, Ms. Parker."

"Since we have the same last name, you can just call me Mei." She walked over and gave Moses a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then picked up the paperwork on the table. "I just need to sign here."

The staff member from before pushed up his glasses and asked, "Let me confirm again, are you two ready?"

"I'm fine."

"Of course." The gray-haired but powerful woman said happily, "Although Peter and my husband don't look alike, we sound like a family."

System: "Look. The difference between you and her husband Ben Parker is just the difference between the painting styles of two different eras, the adaptation of film and television dramas, and the replacement of actors."

Moses:"……"

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Madam May is over 50 but still as charming as ever, and Peter Parker is also good-looking, but they have little similarity in facial features. Moses speculates that this may be because in this world, Madam May's husband Benjamin Parker is still Richard Parker's younger brother, but Peter was not born as Richard's son (this is the same as Superman).

When General Zod invaded Earth, the Kryptonians did not believe that Kal-El was the son of Jor-El, indicating that Superman did not look much like his theoretical father in this world.

The souls of the heroes are still themselves, but the system may have referred to too many parallel universes when making the shell, which saves a lot of trouble.

At least he now had a comfortable place to stay, complete with a sewing machine from the last century. Moses found that Mrs. May Parker was not well off. Although she was loving and energetic, and the rooms were neat and tidy, the area of ​​the house was only about the same size as Clark's single apartment near the center of the metropolis.

——The poor god is watching over you.

He decided that he had to go out and work if he had the chance, and not add burden to Mei because of his own problems.

The title was something they had agreed upon on their way home.

"There's a big age gap between us, so I guess you probably don't want to call me mom." Mei winked at him playfully, "You can call me whatever you want, I don't mind at all."

"But we have the same last name." Moses tried to put on a natural smile, but failed. He looked a little embarrassed and nervous, raised his hand and made an awkward and ambiguous gesture, "You know, this way most people will think we are relatives. How about I call you Aunt? Sorry, I think this might be more reasonable..."

The woman stroked his back with her soft palm. "That's great, Peter." She praised him generously. "I think this name is great! Aunt May, it sounds a bit cool to me, a bit like a western cowboy."

She spoke so easily, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that it didn't seem like they were meeting for the first time. The young man beside her finally relaxed, his tense face softened, and he slowly revealed a shy and excited smile.

That's the right thing to do.

Mei thought as she looked at his messy hair.

**

As a minor, it is impossible not to go to school. Spider-Man has not found the organization yet, so he can't skip classes legally like Shazan, but the school files are still being entered these days, so he is not in a hurry to report.

Moses first chose a morning when no one was at home, took out the sewing machine and quietly started it.

"System, can you give me a sewing machine operation manual?"

He looked at the pedal and asked after a long pause.

The system actually searched the database and said regretfully: "It's not that I won't help, but this model is too old. The Internet was not well developed at that time. I can't find it for a while."

Well, maybe all sewing machines operate similarly.

Moses dragged over a chair and began to struggle with his uniform.

Spider-Man's name has been on the headlines of many New York newspapers. Since the beginning of the 21st century, people's worldview has been refreshed by the continuous emergence of superheroes and superheroes. After Darkseid's invasion, everyone's psychological endurance has been unprecedentedly trained. Surprisingly, not many people on the Internet questioned his behavior.

...There were some comments complaining that his clothes were too ugly.

"The mask makes him look like a robber."

"Is that goggles for real?"

"Oh my god, it's Spider-Man? I thought it was the second Aquaman."

The system originally thought that it was fortunate that Parker was busy with mundane things and rarely checked social media, otherwise his next plan might be to look for a time machine or learn a large-scale forgetfulness spell.

The result was different from what it expected. When Moses heard it mention it, he didn't even raise his head: "What's the big deal? I'm wearing a mask anyway."

You say Spider-Man's uniform is ugly, what does that have to do with me, Peter Parker?

"Is my left eye crooked?"

System: "...Indeed, it needs to rotate about 15 degrees."

World peace has nothing to do with Moses for the time being; another thing that needs to be focused on is how to make extra money.

The only places where minors could work without breaking the law were restaurants or cafes. He even registered his age as 16, the minimum age for employment.

If he considers a more wild approach, he can also go for boxing.

Or, find a middle ground.

"Excuse me, is the boss here? I see it says they are hiring." On weekends, Moses ran to New York's Chinatown with his schoolbag on his back. It is well known that in European and American countries, Asian stores are always more active than local stores, and are more likely to hire workers.

However, this shop located on the corner of China Street, with slow business but high wages, is not an ordinary Chinese restaurant or milk tea shop, but an antique shop.

In all conscience, Moses felt that it exuded the breath of a liar from the inside out.

But people always have to have the courage to try.

White smoke rose from the incense burner in the room. A white-haired Asian man who had been lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed sat up when he heard the voice. He pushed up his round glasses and looked at Moses: "Have you read the conditions clearly? We are hiring short-term workers here, and there is a low chance that there may be unexpected dangers. In that case, the store will bear the medical expenses and extra overtime pay."

This was written on the job description, and Moses saw it.

But they gave too much.

"I'm fine," he assured, puffing out his chest.

Whether it's a gang fight like in a Hong Kong movie or a gang dispute in the United States, Spider-Man can definitely solve it!

"Okay then." The old man smacked his lips, bent down to get the contract from the drawer, and suddenly remembered something and straightened up, "Wait, there's one more thing. Do you have any opinion on superheroes?"

"I, uh." Moses guessed his expression. "Is the front one okay? I've always wanted to discuss with Iron Man how the shock-absorbing material inside the new armor he released at the Stark Technology Expo achieves high-speed shear thickening."

The old man's eyebrows were entangled because of this series of unfamiliar words.

"...What a coincidence." This time he put the contract paper directly on the table and urged, "Sign it quickly if you like it. We're leaving soon."

"What? Wait, this store is closed?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions. You'll know when you get there. It's a takeaway business anyway."

Do you have a take-away business for antiques?

Moses checked the contract in confusion, and signed his name after confirming that there were no problems.

Half an hour later, he and the old man who called himself Uncle stood at the main entrance of the Avengers Building.

Spider-Man: “…”