Chapter 1570

"Doctor! Doctor! Hurry and let me hide!"

Peter Parker's young, high-pitched, and even thunder-like shouting came from the doorway. Even the flames of the fireplace were blown swaying from side to side by the cold wind he brought in, as if they were about to go out.

The young man squeezed in through the door crack, nimbly fished out a "Closed" sign from the shoe cabinet nearby and hung it on the hook outside the door, then reached out his arm and pressed the leftmost button on the door's intercom. The rolling shutter outside the big door slowly lowered.

The room was so dim that only the firelight from the fireplace remained, as if the sky had suddenly turned black. Peter's movements were so fast that the other three didn't have time to stop him, but his next actions were even more incomprehensible.

Peter crossed the living room at top speed, arrived at the kitchen in the back, fished out a bottle of Scotch whisky from under the leftmost cabinet, and poured himself a finger's worth into a crystal glass nearby. He tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth like medicine.

Only then did he stand by the island and let out a long breath. The three people sitting by the fireplace all widened their eyes, as if they had seen some monster fleeing for its life but on the verge of death. Shock was mixed with confusion, and curiosity was mixed with cautious hesitation.

What kind of annoying thing in this world could make Spider-Man drown his sorrows in alcohol? This question no one even dared to ask, because it sounded like the funeral bell of the world's destruction or the alarm of a flood destroying the world.

"Sorry, but I need some courage."

Peter said while gasping for air. He pushed his nose down hard, looking completely unaccustomed to alcohol, being stung until he bared his teeth, then showed that kind of numb confusion.

"Shocking." Gwen placed one leg over the other and evaluated with her hands on her knees.

"God bless, hopefully so." Peter said while walking toward the door, but he had stood up too quickly, and the alcohol that hadn't been fully digested rushed to his brain, so when another shadow landed from the portal, his weakly sounding spider-sense couldn't stop him from continuing to walk forward.

Peter sighed deeply. His face, which had yet to shed the immaturity of his youth, held deep sorrow, adding some mature charm to his always cheerful and energetic youthful temperament. Frigga encouraged: "Keep your current state, Shiler will understand you."

"God!"

At this, the two sitting on the sofa didn't know what Loki was referring to. Loki sighed deeply, then said.

"The problem is, it really is! If I hadn't fallen in love with her, I wouldn't have known other Spider-Men, and I wouldn't have risked my life to help George Spider-Man get credits!"

"People give beauty meaning to certain links in social life. If you don't appreciate it, they kick you out, which is also considered fair." Gwen said with a smile.

Peter flipped himself over like a pancake, lying face down on the island table, letting half of his cheek make intimate contact with the cold magnetic countertop to relieve the burning sensation brought by the alcohol.

"I think you understand..."

"What's wrong with you? Who provoked you again? Is it Thor, your brother, or the God King of Asgard?"

"Very coincidentally, this time it isn't him." Loki sneered, then the same sorrow, almost identical to Peter's just now, climbed onto his face, and said: "But he isn't entirely innocent either, it's Steve."

The two collided head-on. "Bang!" Peter was fine, but the other figure clutched his nose and sat on the ground. Hearing the cry of pain, Peter almost jumped up as if his feet had grown thorns.

"Can let you escape temporarily, 'temporarily'." Gwen bit the last word hard. He put his elbow over the back of the sofa and looked at Peter.

"No more." Peter crawled up from the ground using his hands and feet. He clutched his head and said: "That was just a joke. Courage won't come from industrially brewed products. If I leave Shiler with the impression of a drunkard, Shiler will kill me faster than that big asteroid in the Cretaceous period."

Then, he waved his hand at Peter to signal he was fine and let Peter go do whatever he needed to do. After Peter left, Loki walked to the fireplace, rested his elbows on the top of the fireplace, and asked: "Is there any wine?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay, Loki?"

Frigga pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, as if he wanted to stick a layer of film onto the chair, and then disappeared from the room. But he still couldn't leave. He stared tightly at Gwen and asked.

"But he still knows the rumors between you and Tony, or George could have some rumors with Tony, or Tony and Steve could have some, and you and Tony could have some, and Tony and George... In short, all of you could have some rumors. Believe me, that has more impact than Spider-Man or whatever."

"But it can let me..."

"It's simple—I find a place to hide. Whoever can defeat the other hunters and find me wins."

"That fact makes Steve feel very panicked. You think if you can't get enough love from the big family of the All-Father, then at least you should form your own big family to get enough love from family members."

"I think you should know..." Stark grabbed before Peter could open his mouth and then continued: "But none of us would say you can't drink. What we want to know is just why you want to drink."

"But Shiler already knows George is..."

"Peter, I think you should go, because Shiler will be off work soon, and you don't have the possibility of turning into a dinosaur for the time being." Stark looked at Peter and then pointed to the bottle of wine on the island surface and said: "But before you go, you can have a little more courage, just don't drink too much."

"No, it's not that kind of party where a group of people sit together drinking, chatting, and playing games. It's even older than that." Loki shook his head.

But Peter suddenly froze, and then let out an even higher-pitched wail, saying: "Why wasn't I born 33 million years ago? That way I could solve both the dinosaur extinction and the trouble I'm facing now!"

Stark put down his coffee cup and stood up. He took a bottle of tequila from the wine rack under the cabinet and poured a glass bottom. He turned to find ice cubes. While shoveling ice, he said: "It seems like every time you come to my place, you're full of worries."

"You swear that's the first time you've thought of that, that it's a sudden inspiration, and a joke, absolutely not a feasible part of some plan that might have been put into practice, and in the future it's also..."

"The fact that my caution caused me to have another me take a shift for George was discovered by Shiler, so I must go explain this matter clearly to him, instead of letting George face it alone."

"Who would walk into a psychologist's office laughing?" Loki retorted unceremoniously: "Then he should go see a psychiatrist."

"I suggest you consider my previous suggestion, Peter." Stark proposed again, then added: "I stick to my view. If a more impactful fact is placed in front of Shiler, then you can successfully pass this difficulty."

"George Spider-Man chased me all the way wanting to beat me up, but I'm not the point at all. How on earth am I going to open my mouth to Shiler? He will definitely say it was me who corrupted George."

"Why don't you say the dinosaur extinction was because you weren't born 33 million years ago?" Frigga said angrily.

Frigga turned his eyeballs to look at him and said: "You haven't said such philosophical words for a long time, but it's still all nonsense, and you're always trying to pollute my brain."

"What's wrong with this world?" Frigga started rolling his eyes again and poked his finger into his cheek flesh, muttering unclearly: "Why can't a lonely wanderer still be given time to be alone?"

Peter seemed to have lost all his strength and leaned his waist against the island, his upper body lying sideways on the island surface, letting out a wail like a bird that had fallen headfirst into a wheat field.

"Could it be one-on-one? That's indeed a bit awkward." Frigga said, although he said so, his expression was clearly gloating. He raised his tone a little more and said: "You must have used your sharp wording and clever brain to make every blind date candidate retreat in the face of difficulties, right?"

Peter climbed up from the island table sluggishly, looked back every three steps, and arrived by the fireplace. He didn't move a chair for himself but sat directly on the ground in the corner between Gwen and Frigga, and used both hands to scratch his hair hard, looking anxious and irritable.

"Turning into a dinosaur probably can't solve the trouble in front of you, Peter." Gwen said quite tactfully, and Peter indeed needed more people to remind him to face reality.

"It's a pity." Stark handed Peter a cookie and said: "It was premeditated, thought over repeatedly, and the most feasible part of a plan that should have been put into practice long ago—if you still don't have a public spouse in the legal sense."

Loki stood up from the ground, rubbed his nose and forehead hard, and said: "Why is it that every time I appear in front of Tony Stark, I always have to collide with something, while he can sit there and use his idiot laughter to mock all of this?"

But then Stark laughed out loud. Loki and Frigga looked at him together. Stark covered his mouth and said: "I guess you haven't paid attention to our animal friends lately. Spider-Pig, Pikachu, and that raccoon have all played together, and they also brought along Alligator Loki."

But who knew Loki shook his head again, pinched two fingers together, and said: "It has to be a little older than that."

Frigga covered his eyes, but Stark said: "You're referring to social activities, right? That's also very normal. For young people with a relatively wide social circle, social activities are a very good way to meet the opposite sex. Peggy and I met at a military social event."

"I guess the reason you hurried to hide on Earth should be the same as Alligator Loki." Stark looked at Loki and said: "Steve is urging you to get married."

"Now the whole of Asgard has quite a few Lokis, and after Steve questioned them one by one, he discovered that Loki's marriage rate is pitifully low, especially compared to Thor. The vast majority of Lokis don't even date, and some even live alone for their whole lives."

"Then, you adopted an extremely old and traditional way to choose a favorite object for me—blind date."

"Perfect reasoning." Loki evaluated sincerely, then said in a tone of having no desire to live: "Steve surpassed Odin. Of course, that was the result of my plan. I thought I would always be a little stronger than the All-Father, but I ignored a fact, a very major fact."

Gwen only felt it was a bit funny. Spider-Man was often trapped in various similar troubles because of his excessively high moral standards. The root cause was that the words "shirking responsibility" simply didn't exist in Peter Parker's brain.