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Chapter 887 Hello, Lightning

Chapter 887 Hello, Lightning

Ultron is gone, and he may return, but he leaves behind more problems, such as Ultron's followers. These people have never believed they were wrong or that they have done anything wrong. If they continue to follow their ideas, it may lead to an era of Ultron without Ultron.

Vision's answer to this problem was to convert Ultron's followers into his own, thereby minimizing all harm. To put it simply, Peter felt this was only a temporary solution, but Vision insisted on addressing the symptoms first, saying, "We have so many things to do; we don't have time to solve the root cause."

After exchanging a few words with Vision, Peter left.

Peter was about to send invitations to Venom and Lightning, and he was surprised to find that Lightning and Venom lived in Queens, just a few blocks away from his house, no more than five kilometers away.

"It's basically just one neighborhood away—I never realized it. Speaking of which, what's Flash Thompson's family like? I don't think I really know anything about them. In the cartoon, he lives in a junkyard. I hope he doesn't have such a miserable life."

Peter arrived at Lightning's house half-jokingly. The first thing he saw was a police car parked in front of the house. Surprised, Peter checked the situation and found that Lightning wasn't home yet.

So where did the lightning go?

As Peter was wondering, his air senses and shadow vision gave him feedback simultaneously. He quickly got up and found the Venom agent beating up some thugs who were robbing a store. Lightning lifted the ATM and smashed it next to the robbers, scaring them so much they went limp.

Yes, that's right. In Europe and America, ATMs are something you can find everywhere, even in supermarkets.

Then Flash silently tied them all up. Only then did Venom remind Flash: "Spider-Man is here."

"Oh, hey, little spider."

After finishing his work, Lightning turned around and saw Peter in his battle suit. He scratched his head and asked, "Are you alright? I mean, uh, is there something you need?"

"Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to contact some friends who are related to spiders and have a party at the Spider Web Base, so I've been sending out invitations everywhere—but actually, there aren't any invitations."

"Um, okay, no problem. What time? I'm available anytime?"

Peter, upon hearing this, looked at Lightning and asked, "Anytime?"

"Yes, anytime."

Peter looked around, then asked, "Would you like to go for a walk together sometime? See if there's anything else we can help with?"

"Sure, no problem!"

Venom then spoke up beside Lightning: "He must have discovered something and wants to tell you, I can guarantee that."

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Lightning chose not to answer Venom's question.

Before leaving, Peter glanced at the petty thieves and asked, "Are you planning to call the police?"

"Uh, never mind, the boss will take care of them, I mean the police."

Lightning shook his head, and Peter left without saying anything.

After a while, the two men began to spread their webs in the New York sky and dealt with several petty thieves they encountered on the street. With the efforts of the defenders and the NYPD throughout the night and this morning, they finally managed to suppress these opportunistic thieves.

Peter, crouching on the rooftop watching the police cars blaring down the street, suddenly asked Lightning, who was standing next to him, "You said you're always free, Thompson, don't you have a Christmas party at home?"

"Ah, no, no, no."

Lightning quickly shook her head and explained, "My dad's a policeman, and as you can see, he's very busy today. I doubt we'll be able to have a proper Christmas celebration at home. So I'm free all day. Anyway, my sister's going to a classmate's house for Christmas, and my mom has a few friends too—"

Peter simply nodded and said "okay," without adding anything else. It wasn't until a while later, in the silence, that Venom seemed to realize something: "Your dad's police car didn't even leave the house. That's so unbelievable."

Lightning remained silent for a while, then crouched down next to Peter and poked its head out.

"How should I put it—I don't really know how to put it, little spider. Ever since I was very young, I think I was only five or six years old, maybe even younger, my dad would beat me all the time, and then I would drink. He mainly beat me; my sister was rarely beaten, and he almost never hit my mother either."

"Back then—in short, I started working out. My family wasn't short of money anyway, so I started learning rugby. I started trying to become an athlete, and then in my second year of junior high, I beat him up and told him, 'If you can't beat me, don't hit my sister either.'"

Then that day, Lightning saw his father sitting on the ground, looking at his son, and then started to hug a bottle and wail.

For a long time, Lightning didn't know why. Back then, he was also a school bully, bullying other bookworms and thinking that his muscular physique was something special.

"There's only one difference. I know why I hit those people—do you know why I think about bullying other people, Spider-Man?"

Peter hadn't actually studied the psychology of bullies in school, so he shook his head. Lightning sighed and looked up at the sky: "I have dyslexia, damn it, not only that, but many times I want to read, I want to do well in school. My dad, my mom, and many others have told me since I was little that the people who are respected are doctors, lawyers, and professors. Not those—a few stars out of thousands, and then people only remember those stars for five or six years. But I can't learn that, so every time I see those guys studying at school, I—I think the root of all this might be that I hate myself."

Of course, this is not a justification for bullying.

"When I—when you appeared, I thought you were absolutely awesome, you know? You're different from any other superhero I know. You walk around with us, helping us deal with the bad guys. You made me think, maybe I could be like you. I thought, I could apologize to those nerds, maybe I could stop causing trouble."

After going around in circles, Flash's speech was incoherent. He struggled to organize his thoughts before finally saying what he wanted to say: "The reason my dad is an alcoholic and abusive bastard is because—Venom and I later discovered that his partner and superiors were all corrupt cops who did all sorts of bad things. My dad didn't want to be a bad guy, but he didn't dare stop them either. He just watched these bad guys do those things every day, keeping everything bottled up inside. Then he'd come home and beat me, and after that, he'd watch me drink."

"We're all bastards, aren't we?"

Peter listened to everything in silence, then asked Lightning, "Does your dad know you're Agent Venom?"

"----No."

"Perhaps, I mean perhaps, you should let him know that today might be a good day."

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