MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

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"Your beer, sir."

The bartender placed the beer Peter had ordered on the counter.

"Coors Light? Why not try something a little stronger?"

Antonia Aguilar said, eyeing the beer in Peter's hand.

With a slight smile, she pushed her glass of wine toward him. "Or a glass of tequila."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in cactus juice," Peter replied, glancing at her drink.

"That's a funny thing to say, but agave does have a cactus-like smell."

Sitting beside Peter, she scanned the surroundings. "You should be worried about the trouble the Vampire Queen and Blade Runner are going to cause you now. After all, you took the queen away right in front of them. Do you need my help?"

"Not yet. I should have a way to deal with them."

"Are you always this confident, Peter?"

"Always."

Antonia smiled, picked up her wine glass, and said, "I hope your actions won't betray your confidence. According to our agreement, you should now tell me everything you know, especially about the 'Queen.'"

"Are you sure you really want to hear it?"

"Why not?"

Antonia shrugged her eyebrows. "After all, I told you my story. Think about it. If I wanted to kill you back then, why would I waste so many words with you?"

Peter pushed his beer glass forward. "I thought you just wanted to declare victory."

"I wouldn't be that arrogant with you, Peter."

She stretched out her black-gloved hand, took a sip from her glass, and said, "After all, you're quite special, so I won't treat you like an ordinary person."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Peter said, "But you're also very special. For instance, can I ask your age, Teacher Antonia?"

Since Matt had mentioned that Antonia's age was comparable to Captain America's, Peter's curiosity drove him to ask directly.

"Don't you know that a woman's age is a secret?"

The charming Antonia glanced at Peter. "Especially for a beautiful woman."

"No need to tell me, you'll know when the time comes."

She finally answered, her tone teasing.

"What is 'when'?"

Antonia set her glass down and said, "The time will come, depending on fate."

"Fate?"

Peter didn't expect her to use the word "fate."

"Is it fate that we're chatting here now?"

Peter felt her words were oddly reminiscent of Mrs. Weber.

"Yes, destiny cannot be denied."

Antonia said, stroking the neck of the bottle.

She was warm and toasty, the whiskey doing its glorious work.

"Everything a person experiences in life is preordained. God has already set our destiny. Even the conversation between you and me is now arranged. No one can change it."

She paused before continuing.

"You buy a cup of coffee, kiss your girlfriend. Do you think these are your choices, things you decided to do? No. This is just fate weaving the threads."

Peter frowned. "As a biology teacher, shouldn't you believe in natural science? Aren't you afraid of teaching your students badly?"

"It's not a contradiction."

Antonia's desire to speak seemed to be sparked, and she said to Peter, "I once tried to control my destiny. I thought I could control people's hearts and make my mother fall in love with me. I succeeded at first, but soon she committed suicide in the bathtub."

She stared at the wine in her glass. "It's ironic. She took her life in the bathtub to spare me the trouble of cleaning up the blood."

"It was quite kind of her."

Peter said, offering a suitable remark.

Antonia ignored him and continued, "I once tried to control a little girl. Do you know why?"

"No idea."

"Because her father was an animal, and she was my neighbor. She was very sweet. It seemed anyone could be her friend, and the happiest thing for her was her birthday."

"At that age, birthdays mean endless possibilities: a piñata full of candy, a toy box spilled across the floor. Only when you grow up do you realize that every birthday is actually like a turnstile, moving you further and further along, until one day birthdays no longer matter at all."

Her gaze deepened as she continued, her eyes clouded with pain. "But this child was only nine years old when she died, on her birthday."

Peter was intrigued by Antonia's story. "What happened?"

"I tried to get her to tell the police what her father had done to her. It seemed like it should have been easy. Maybe it would have been difficult for someone else, but I could have forced her into confessing."

Antonia became lost in her memories.

"I was so confident back then. Suddenly, I felt like maybe this was the meaning of my existence. If I could save a nine-year-old girl from an animal like her father, at least it would prove I wasn't useless."

"Then what happened?"

"Then."

Antonia fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "When the family was outside the supermarket, making a scene, the little girl saw a coin on the road. I can still hear her voice now. No one paid attention to it at the time."

"The child thought, 'Pick up the coin if you see it.' She went to pick it up."

Her tone grew indifferent as she continued, "The scene is still so vivid in my mind, like it happened just yesterday—her body, the SUV, her shoes."

After recounting her tragic tale, Antonia flicked her glass with her fingers.

"This is the choice of fate. I can't change anything. Even though I could control hearts, even if I had killed that beast, I couldn't change what happened."

After this brief digression, she looked Peter in the eyes and said seriously, "Now, back to business. Why does the 'Queen' obey your every command? Is it related to the parasite inside your body?"

"That's a long story."

"I don't mind. I have plenty of time tonight."

"Even if I start from the evolution of life?"

Antonia nodded, "Of course, there's no problem. Don't forget I'm a biology teacher."

After a brief silence, Peter asked her, "Do you know Prometheus?"

"Certainly."

"Prometheus is one of the gods of the Titans. He helped humans steal fire from Olympus and taught them to use it. He was abandoned and punished by the gods, but humans, the ones he helped, didn't punish him."

Peter slowly said to Antonia, "We are the descendants of Prometheus, and the punishment he endured is now passed onto humanity."

Antonia furrowed her brows slightly, unsure where Peter was going with this.

"There's a race in outer space called the 'Space Knights'. Due to an unintended action, one of them—whom I call 'Prometheus'—came to Earth and created mankind."

Peter's words confused Antonia. She had never heard of such an origin for humans.

"Are you sure you're not just making this up?"

Of course, Peter was making it up.

What he was describing was the origin story from an alien world, unrelated to Marvel. But even while lying, he didn't seem half-hearted.

"When did these Space Knights visit Earth?"

Antonia decided to test Peter's story with her biology knowledge.

"About 390 million years ago."

Peter said casually, "A mural discovered 35,000 years ago on the Isle of Skye in Scotland depicts giants pointing to the stars. This mural records their visit to Earth."

This mural existed in the alien world of Peter's past life.

However, he couldn't guarantee its existence in this world. Still, he figured Antonia might not check the information immediately.

"About 390 million years ago, during a cold era on Earth, plants were beginning to spread, and salamanders were migrating from water."

Antonia fell silent in thought.

Peter continued, "To destroy humanity, the 'Space Jockeys' created a deadly biological weapon—the protozoa. It was stored in a cylindrical petri dish as a black liquid."

"This protozoan is highly sensitive to environmental changes. The slightest change can trigger it to leak, infecting organisms, causing them to freeze and become aggressive."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Due to the DNA optimization of the protozoa, its attachment to organisms causes mutations in their structures, ultimately resembling the form of the host."

Antonia looked at Peter with suspicion in her eyes. The idea of such protozoa had a ring of truth, but it seemed far-fetched.

Peter didn't notice her expression and continued. "They created this protozoa—essentially a virus—that turns its host into a zombie. It's a violent, aggressive creature."

"Wait."

Antonia interrupted, her expression puzzled. "Why would they want to kill humans? Didn't they create us?"

Peter said calmly, "First, one of the exiled Space Knights led to the emergence of highly intelligent humans on Earth. Humans were never meant to be created."

"Secondly, the Space Knights had their own plans, including altering Earth's atmosphere so it could become a new home for their species. They aimed to cultivate experimental human beings with similar DNA, waiting until their race could occupy the Earth. When that day comes, humans will no longer have a place on Earth."

After explaining this convoluted theory, Peter took a drink from his beer. "Prometheus stole fire and created humanity. But humanity is destined for destruction. This is how the Earth will end."

Hearing Peter's brief explanation, Antonia was left in shock.

If Peter wasn't lying, then this race of Space Knights was indeed a terrifying enemy.

Could it be that the "Queen" is a creature from this destructive species?

She looked at Peter and asked, "Why can it reproduce through spores? And why does this virus only zombify the human body, but a 'Queen' is born?"

"I have a protozoa embryo inside me. After it's born, it produces a reproductive body. Once it's parasitic, it absorbs part of both your and my DNA, then breaks free from your body," Peter said, continuing his tale of lies.

These details, of course, were all fictional.

The true life cycle of the alien species was much more complicated.

In Peter's previous life in the alien world, the Space Knights had created aliens in order to destroy humanity, but ultimately, they were destroyed by their own creations.

Humans made androids, and in turn, the androids experimented on humans, leading to the eventual downfall of humanity.

It was ironic that the creators were destroyed by the creatures they created.

Antonia frowned and asked, "How do you know this? And why do you have this protozoa inside you?"

Peter waved for another beer and replied, "It's simple. I was chosen by the Space Knights to destroy the Earth, but I'm not really interested in that."

Antonia immediately frowned after hearing Peter's words.

She began to suspect that Peter might be lying to her.

"Are you writing a science fiction novel, Peter? An old British novel filled with complexity? Everyone in it is chasing the same answer: Where did we come from? It seems like a simple question, but it's forever troubled, leading to all kinds of invented stories."

"Believe it or not," Peter replied lazily. "I've kept my promise and told you the truth. Whether or not you believe it doesn't concern me."

Seeing Antonia doubt him, Peter continued, "I will take the Queen with me. The Space Knights can't know about her birth, or they'll come and destroy Earth ahead of time. For the safety of Earth and humanity, you don't need to thank me."

After crafting a half-true story, Peter set his glass down and walked out.

Though Antonia suspected he was lying, the details Peter had provided did seem eerily accurate.

She wondered, could there really be a picture of the Space Knights visiting Earth on the Isle of Skye?

Lost in thought, she watched Peter leave, and though she wanted to regain control of the "Queen," a doubt lingered in her mind—what if there was truth to Peter's story?

After all, he could control the "Queen." This incredible, body-shattering creature had already been born. What else was impossible?

As Antonia hesitated, she took another sip of her red wine.

"Well, whether it's true or not, Peter, you can't escape from this."

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