What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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"I'm fine, Dad."

Gwen responded to Sheriff George.

"But you look...you really haven't been infected by any virus?" Officer George asked in a strange tone, facing two legs that were pointing straight up.

"what?!"

It was only then that Gwen realized she was still upside down.

She quickly turned over and sat back down on the ground.

"If I said... I encountered an evil god and was influenced by it, would you believe me, Dad?" Gwen's pretty face turned red, and in her embarrassment, she also started to shift the blame.

"What do you think?"

George helped his daughter up and carried her on his back.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I made you worry."

Gwen lowered her head in shame.

“You don’t need to apologize. In fact, you’ve done a great job, and I’m proud of you… Of course, as a father, I don’t expect my daughter to be any kind of hero.”

George put Gwen in the ambulance, his tone unusually gentle. While others might be praising the person who solved the problem, he knew perfectly well who had been the first to step forward.

Dozens of ambulances were rescuing people at the same time.

Gwen naturally received priority escort in exchange for George's favor.

She received effective treatment.

This avoided the tragedy of having to wait months for surgery after a leg injury.

When Gwen was wheeled out of the operating room, it was already late. The city had not yet recovered from the chaos of the Spider-Man's attack, and the streets were still filled with the sounds of sirens and the chatter of the crowd.

Inside the hospital.

The corridor lights were a cold, white.

After receiving treatment, Gwen was taken to a ward. George had to deal with the day's events, and her mother was on her way, so she watched TV alone after waking up.

Almost every television station was reporting on today's events. Gwen saw herself on TV, but no camera captured her face clearly.

Most television stations focused on the scene of Ian descending from the sky and the golden light tearing through the heavens, and the comments from the television hosts were almost entirely full of praise.

"That's what a hero is."

Gwen sighed.

I feel a bit down and melancholy.

outside.

Suddenly, his footsteps quickened.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

"Are you a nurse?"

Gwen turned her head and saw two strangely dressed men. A tall, thin man wearing a red cloak was walking in front of her, and he had oddly shaped metal ornaments pinned to his collar.

The other was a blond, muscular man who was at least two meters tall. Under his red cloak, a gleaming silver breastplate was visible, and he was holding something in his hand—was that a kebab?

Gwen smelled the delicious aroma of food.

"Who are you looking for?"

She swallowed hard, her voice filled with confusion.

“The person we’re looking for is you.” The cloaked man stepped forward, his pupils gleaming in the lamplight. “I am the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen Strange, and this is Thor.”

Doctor Strange introduced himself.

“No, I wasn’t sent to a mental hospital either.” Gwen’s gaze slowly moved to the sign at the foot of the bed—she was in bed B12, 7th floor, General Surgery, at New York Central Hospital.

"Relax, child."

Thor took a big bite of the roast meat.

He replenished his nutrition after the war.

“Miss Gwen Stacy, stop pretending. We’ve already seen through your secret. You and that evil god are old acquaintances. Perhaps you are also an evil god that is resurrecting?”

Doctor Strange still loves deduction.

Gwen's eyelashes fluttered.

“Ian? That boy?”

She began to understand why this person had contacted her.

"That's right! It's that evil god who forced us to believe in him!" Doctor Strange slapped his thigh, his tone tinged with a hint of heartache for the power of magic.

Gwen tilted her head.

"I don't think he's an evil god."

She pointed to the news on the television.

The camera pans across the streets where people are spontaneously mourning, finally settling on a blurry photograph of a golden figure, with everyone praising the boy who saved the city from disaster that day.

“Actually, I also don’t think he’s an evil god,” Thor chimed in at this point. “An evil god wouldn’t dare to fool me, after all, my father is the great Odin!”

He still loves to show off his dad.

"..."

Gwen has begun to believe that the two men are Ian's friends.

"Oh? You don't believe me? Thor, when I found you, you didn't say that. You said you believed me." Doctor Strange seemed a little flustered after hearing this.

"This is the magic he taught me, isn't that sinister enough?" Doctor Strange said, pulling out his appendix. Gwen felt nauseous at the sight, while Thor pondered whether there was any way to cook it.

Upon seeing Thor's gaze, Doctor Strange immediately became alert and put away his precious appendix.

And at this time.

“I remember now, you’re that slovenly fortune teller who only tipped five dollars, and that boy, Ian, he’s the one who kidnapped me from your house once.”

Gwen suddenly realized.

This made Doctor Strange, who was already emotionally agitated, somewhat embarrassed.

"First of all, I tipped little because I didn't have any money myself. Secondly, I am not friends with the evil god Ian; I was the first believer he captured."

Doctor Strange wanted to cry whenever he talked about it.

"They're all his followers, yet they don't praise their god with every word they say, instead they curse him?" Gwen looked suspicious upon hearing this, finding the two of them rather strange.

"He likes it when people call him an evil god."

Doctor Strange sighed.

"..."

Gwen suddenly found herself speechless.

She remembered Ian boasting to her about the lair of some evil god.

"So, what brings you here? I am not his follower, nor am I some new evil god, and don't try to trick me into joining any evil god's church."

Gwen sighed.

His tone was very wary.

"Tony sent us to find you, hoping you'll join our little group—the Evil Eye Alliance." Doctor Strange finally explained his purpose.

He was also being driven by others.

"Shouldn't it be called the Northern Divine Alliance?"

Thor's eyes widened.

This Thor seems quite unhappy with Doctor Strange's naming method.

"We'll talk about this later." Doctor Strange didn't want to argue too much; after all, he was just a minor third-in-command, while Thor was clearly the second-in-command.

"Can I ask what your alliance does?" Gwen couldn't help but raise her bandaged hand when she saw the two men about to argue.

"To resist the invasion of an evil god?"

She used her imagination.

however.

Doctor Strange simply shook his head.

"No, we can't resist that evil god at all. Our alliance is mainly to deal with the great changes in the world. You should have noticed that our world is gradually becoming more and more dangerous, right?"

Doctor Strange's words made Gwen seem thoughtful.

"Ah."

She nodded.

"A savior organization? You want to be superheroes too?"

When Gwen mentioned this new term, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She knew it was the damned fragments of memory in her brain at work.

“Superhero, I like that word.”

Thor nodded frantically.

"more or less."

Doctor Strange, on the other hand, was more reserved in his emotions.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Gwen's response was clearly unexpected by Doctor Strange.

"That shouldn't be the case. You were the first hero to rush in and save people."

Doctor Strange was utterly perplexed.

"I just suddenly realized I'm not cut out to be a hero." Gwen lay on her side on the bed, feeling her broken and reconnected thigh, her spirits slightly low.

"Is it because of the injury?"