Chapter 264 Understatement
The eyes were drooped, the muscles were stiff, and he was still briefly.
No one can see Peter Parker’s eyes and expression, but everyone can feel the complexity and contradiction conveyed in the picture.
Uncle Ben did the same, looking at Peter quietly, waiting, waiting for Peter to look up at him. He wanted to look into Peter's eyes and speak.
However, Uncle Ben was disappointed.
Peter was still stiff, and the muscles in his left arm seemed completely tense. He could feel the alienation through his clothes, and he was panicking to hide the turbulence in his heart.
Uncle Ben exhaled softly, and finally continued, "Peter, remember, with great power comes greater responsibility."
In one sentence, that's it. , Peter was not moved or pondered, but was stung——
What is Uncle Ben hinting at?
Does Uncle Ben know that he is going to the underground boxing ring to make extra money?
With a sudden movement, Peter raised his head, frowned slightly, and instantly distanced himself and entered defense mode, "Are you worried that I will become a criminal?"
Uncle Ben couldn't believe his ears and looked at Peter's face was filled with resistance and anger.
Seeing Uncle Ben's impatient expression, Peter couldn't help but straighten his back, raised his voice slightly, and his momentum climbed to a higher level, "Don't worry about me, okay?"
Despite the words Civilized, but the irritability and rejection are all too obvious.
Hormones take over the brain.
Peter tried to explain the ins and outs, but he soon realized that he couldn't explain and didn't know where to start. His words became slurred, trying to cover up his guilt with a loud voice.
"Things are different. I will solve it myself. Don't lecture me."
After a pause, seeing Uncle Ben about to speak again, Peter interrupted Uncle Ben in a rare moment and glared. Round eyes, looking straight at Uncle Ben.
“Please.”
A polite word, but placed here, it seems particularly sharp and sarcastic, instantly creating a distance.
The air stiffened slightly.
Uncle Ben looked at Peter, raised his hands and lowered his pressure slightly, trying to lighten the atmosphere, and even showed a smile to further explain his actions, "I didn't mean to preach to you, I know I'm not yours Father."
"Then stop pretending to be who you are." The words rushed out of Peter's mouth -
like a bomb.
Everything became quiet.
Peter was stunned.
Uncle Ben was also stunned.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Peter already regretted it. There were shallow ripples in his blue eyes. Whether he was stubborn or alienated, there were cracks. His eyes flickered slightly and he tried to swallow the sound. , I take back what I just said, but it’s too late to stop it.
Uncle Ben looked into Peter's eyes, and looked away in a panic and embarrassment. The smile at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, trying to hide it with a smile, but the more he did it, the more powerless he became. The embarrassment continued to overflow, and the smile quietly disappeared, revealing a touch of age.
My eyes don’t know where to land.
Peter's chest rose and fell slowly, and he was already regretting the words he had just spoken. Annoyance and anger swallowed up the remaining sanity. The words of apology were already on his lips, but his throat seemed to be strangled, and he couldn't say anything. His blue eyes also showed that A touch of confusion.
Then.
"Yes."
Uncle Ben spoke, interrupting Peter's last chance to apologize.
Uncle Ben nodded slightly, avoided Peter's gaze, adjusted his sitting posture, looked forward again, and breathed out invisibly, but his eyes looking forward could not find the focus, and he sat there looking a little at a loss. .
Peter knew he had hurt Uncle Ben.
But, how can he redeem himself?
Buzz, buzz buzz. Outside the car window, cars passed by and engines roared. The noise broke the silence in the car, but it was fleeting, allowing silence to fill the entire space again.
Peter sat there blankly, his tense emotions slowly drooping down like a deflated balloon, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Fleeting.
The words seem to be swirling on the tip of my tongue, but I can't find a single thought in my messy head, it's a mess.
Then, a sense of grievance and stubbornness came to my heart. Uncle Ben didn’t know anything but was dictating where to go, so what should he do?
Peter's eyes flashed slightly, he turned away and looked out the window, lowering his head to hide his loss, confusion and other inexplicable emotions. For a moment, he didn't know that it was shame and annoyance that took over. The upper hand, anger and grievance still prevailed, and his eyes dimmed.
Uncle Ben noticed it and hesitated to speak, but finally withdrew his gaze and said, "I will pick you up at ten o'clock in the evening."
This is the end of the conversation, the end of the conversation.
Peter couldn’t believe it: That’s it?
Peter raised his head suddenly and looked at Uncle Ben again, but he couldn't tell clearly whether he wanted to talk to Uncle Ben or not.
He didn’t even know what he was thinking.
I was annoyed and angry, not only with Uncle Ben but also with myself.
So, Peter didn't speak again, turned around, opened the car door, got out of the car angrily, and closed the door.
However.
Peter did not take a step, but stood there with his back to the car door, as if waiting for something——
He needed a step.
If Uncle Ben speaks again, he will apologize, he will apologize for what he just said.
Unfortunately, Uncle Ben didn't stop, started the engine, and left.
A gust of wind surged, and Peter turned around and looked over. He was shocked and surprised. He subconsciously took two steps forward because he knew he was wrong.
The footsteps just rushed out, and immediately stopped, standing there, struggling alone.
Adolescent children are always so contradictory. Even if they realize their mistakes, it is not a simple matter to bow their heads and admit them, because of self-esteem and pride, and because of complicated thoughts that they have not figured out yet, so Stumbling and stumbling, I tripped over myself.
Stop, turn around and prepare to leave, but can't help but stop again, looking at the tail of Uncle Ben's car, a little lost.
Ahead, Uncle Ben was ready to turn and leave.
Peter looked away, let out a long breath, lowered his head and shoulders, looked at the traffic in front of him, and prepared to cross the road, but after taking a step, he braked suddenly and pulled back.
The thoughts in his head were so chaotic that he had forgotten that he was not going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He came here just as an excuse. The real purpose was to go to the underground boxing match.
Steps, He pulled back and glanced again at the direction Uncle Ben left. The rear of the car was no longer visible, and then Peter turned around and trotted out in the other direction.
It can be seen from the back that all the confusion and confusion have been temporarily forgotten. After all, it has not changed Peter's decision. The youthful spirit has gained the upper hand. He still wants to show off his skills and test his abilities. Making extra money on the side was the only thing on his mind.
The troubles stayed where they were and disappeared in the roar of the traffic in the blink of an eye.
“Stuck!”
Finally, Sam Remy’s voice came.
Huh.
At this time, the crew realized that they themselves had been holding their breath involuntarily, and it was only now that they began to breathe and feel their heartbeat again.
(End of this chapter)