บท 47: Chapter 47 The Damaged Suit
When preparing to take off Bruce's suit, Aunt May looked up at Bruce and said, "It's okay not to take off the mask."
Bruce forced a smile.
He raised his hand and took off his mask.
"That shows a lack of trust in you." Bruce smiled.
Looking at the child, Aunt May didn't say anything, but began to help Bruce take off his battle suit very seriously.
When all the battle suits were separated from Bruce's body, Aunt May only saw the injuries on Bruce's back.
Although his cloak and battle suit blocked most of Bruce's injuries at the time, they still could not block all the damage.
A few small fragments had torn through Bruce's defense and pierced into Bruce's back.
Although Aunt May had helped Peter deal with his injuries before, Peter's physical strength and self-healing ability meant that he would be able to recover from many injuries slowly on his own.
But Bruce and Peter are completely different concepts.
"It might be painful." Aunt May took a deep breath and said, "Do you need anesthesia?"
"Just clean it up."
After listening to Bruce's words, Aunt May still didn't dare to take action.
But now Bruce has already disinfected his back.
Bruce poured medical hydrogen peroxide directly on his back to wash away the blood that had been flowing when he took off his battle suit.
Aunt May was well aware of the pain of this method of disinfection. Even the toughest man would inhale due to this method, but Bruce did not move.
He lay quietly on the chair, waiting for Aunt May to pick out all the fragments on his back.
Aunt Mei didn't know what the child had been through, she just felt a little sorry for the child.
But this did not stop Aunt May from picking out the fragments.
"Dang-dang~"
Aunt May picked up the fragments one by one and placed them on a tray beside her.
Bruce said nothing during this process. Although the pain behind him was extremely stimulating, he always felt that he seemed to be completely familiar with this feeling.
Time passed minute by minute, and when Aunt May picked out the last piece of debris, even though she was a strong old lady, she could hardly hold on.
Sitting on a chair beside her, Aunt May now feels a little exhausted.
Bruce stood up at this time, not caring about the blood still flowing behind him. He just smiled at Aunt May and began to bandage himself with gauze.
The time just now allowed Bruce to recover some strength.
Looking at the big boy, Aunt May said, "What are you going to do next?"
"Let's deal with the chaos in New York first, and then I'll settle the feud between us with those guys." Bruce bandaged himself meticulously, not caring at all whether he would be left with any scars.
"I can help you." This time it was not Aunt May who spoke, but the Red Death in the prison who tried to stretch out his hand.
Red lightning and little bats circled around his hands one after another.
"I'll take care of it."
Bruce only left these words to the Red Death.
"I still find it a little hard to believe. What the young reporter said before was right." Aunt May spoke at this time, perhaps because she saw that Bruce was in better spirits.
"Sometimes, the most untrustworthy things are what people do," Bruce said lightly.
His eyes were fixed on the bat suit, which was almost impossible to wear anymore.
He walked forward and removed things like arm armor that could still be used.
"We can do a new one, can't we?" Aunt May regained a little strength and walked to the other side, under Aunt May control.
A platform slowly descended from above.
There were various materials on it, and something used to make a spider suit.
Something like a generator.
"Now we can use this thing to rebuild a set of battle clothes for you." Aunt May sat in her seat and showed the thing to Bruce.
"Go up and try it."
Bruce didn't say anything and walked directly onto the platform.
When Bruce and Aunt May started making the battle suit, the little black spider who was taken away slowly woke up.
"Hey, where did you take me? I still have two papers to finish and I'm going to miss my Spanish class today."
"stop."
"If I miss one or two classes, I'll probably only get a B in Spanish. Hey, is anyone listening to me?" The little black spider knocked on the energy barrier in front of him and shouted to the four people on the other side.
"Stop!" Nick Fury couldn't stand this guy's chatterbox anymore.
I have to say that from this aspect alone, this guy is definitely the true Spider-Man.
The same chatterbox.
After hearing Nick Fury's shout, Miles finally stopped talking: "When you get angry, you're a bit like my uncle."
"Who are you?" Nick Fury didn't intend to continue any conversation with this guy on this matter.
What he urgently needs now is to know whether this guy can bear the title of Spider-Man.
"Spider-Man!" Miles said this to Nick Fury without any hesitation.
Nick Fury waved to the people behind him, signaling them to leave and that he would have a good talk with the young Spider-Man.
Silk glanced at Miles and didn't say anything.
Nick Fury picked up the tablet in his hand at this moment, and slid it gently twice, and all the information about the little black spider in front of him was displayed.
"Miles Morales entered Brooklyn Vision High School this year and is an elite student. His father is a police inspector at the Brooklyn precinct and his mother is a nurse."
Nick Fury told everyone everything he had investigated with an expressionless face.
Miles' eyes widened, but he was well aware that his disguise was completely flawed in front of SHIELD.
"Okay, you're right." Miles said, spreading his hands.
"So, how did you become Spider-Man, or who turned you into Spider-Man?" Nick Fury's eyes were quite sharp.
Everything is hard to believe right now.
As soon as Spider-Man dies, another one appears.
It's hard not to think in the direction of another conspiracy.
Nick Fury would rather believe that this is another Spider-Man sent to them by God.
That's why he asked Silk to bring him back.
Miles wanted to say something, but Nick Fury stretched out his hand to signal him not to speak for the time being.
On the other side, Spider-woman had already drawn Miles' blood and started testing and analysis.
"He has almost the same genetic makeup as Peter Parker, probably both were bitten by a spider."
After hearing what the other party explained to him, Nick Fury's eyes no longer had much hostility when he looked at Miles.
But his conversation with the spider was far from over.
(End of this chapter)
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