"Sir, Lucas's data also has a problem."
"What problem, Jarvis?"
"His identity is fabricated, and the method of fabrication is very crude."
"That's it?" Tony asked, surprised.
Many people use fabricated identities: illegal immigrants, assassins, spies. But what does that have to do with him?
Tony didn't think he and Lucas would have any further interaction.
"Sir, his appearance is very similar to Miss Stacy's. He seems to have appeared out of thin air, with no traceable past." Jarvis explained.
"Aren't all those agents like that?" Tony said, dismissively.
"Alright, Jarvis. Just pay a little attention to this person and Gwen. No need to do anything extra."
He owed Gwen a favor for what had happened last night. Checking on Gwen was just a precautionary measure. He wouldn't interfere with her identity or what she did, as long as it wasn't targeting Stark Industries.
On the contrary, after discovering that Gwen was only doing vigilante work, he even helped her cover her tracks.
"Yes, Mr. Stark."
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
"Lucas, you've been on this street once already."
Gwen turned to look at Lucas in the driver's seat, making a surprised expression. "You're not directionally challenged, are you?"
"I'm checking if anyone is following us." Lucas explained, rolling his eyes.
"What happened near Stark Industries last night caused such a stir, who knows if someone else will come looking?"
Gwen scratched her head, a bit confused. "I was careful to avoid cameras when I left last night. How did Mr. Stark find me?"
Lucas pointed to the sky. "Stark Industries has many private satellites, who knows which one might have captured you?"
"And Tony also has Jarvis, a highly optimized artificial intelligence. With the combination of huge amounts of data and artificial intelligence, It's quite easy to find someone in New York."
Gwen frowned.
Of course, she understood how powerful the combination of data and artificial intelligence was, but was this world's technology so much more advanced than her original world?
It didn't seem like it.
Looking at the surrounding buildings and recalling the various electronic products she had encountered over the past three weeks, she felt that the technological levels of the two worlds were similar.
"After driving around for so long, if anyone was following us, it would be impossible to hide it. It seems that only Tony has discovered your true identity for now, which is good news." Lucas parked the car.
"We're here. Smith Pizza. I'm telling you, don't let the old decor fool you. The taste here is much better than many luxuriously decorated gourmet restaurants."
"Smith Pizza?"
"Hmm? You know this place, Gwen?"
"Yes, I do." Gwen nodded.
"A while ago, after I ran out of money, the Smiths took me in, and I even worked here part-time for a while."
Lucas looked at Gwen, his tone faint. "What a coincidence. When I first came to New York, I had no money, and the Smiths also took me in."
When did this world become so small?
Thinking of attending several philanthropists' funerals and only gaining 1 stat point, Lucas felt relieved.
It wasn't that the world was too small, but that there were too few good people.
"Hey, Gwen."
A resonant voice sounded.
Although the owner of the voice was old, the muscle outlines under his clothes were faintly visible. He must have been a tough guy with eight-pack abs and a chiseled face in his youth.
"You're back. How was the interview today?"
Lucas answered first, smiling, "It went very smoothly, uncle Smith. I was planning to bring Gwen here to celebrate, but I didn't realize you two knew each other."
"Oh, it's Lucas. You know Gwen too?"
"Good afternoon, Grandpa Smith." Gwen greeted him first, then explained, "Lucas is my boss now."
"Huh? You are Gwen's boss? It's only been a few months, and you're already a bookstore owner? You're doing well." Smith laughed heartily.
"Then we definitely need to celebrate. You two sit down and order whatever you want. It's my treat today."
"One pepperoni pizza, not spicy, and a Coke, thank you, uncle Smith."
"I'd like the same, thank you, Grandpa Smith."
"Okay, just a moment."
A moment later, Smith came out carrying two plates.
"Thank you, Uncle Smith/Grandpa."
Perhaps because Lucas and Gwen arrived early, the store had relatively few customers.
Coincidences always tend to pique curiosity.
Smith, who had stolen a half-day of leisure, sat down nearby and gossiped about how Lucas and Gwen met.
Replacing the Vampire with thugs, Lucas roughly recounted how he met Gwen.
"Gwen, you're too careless." Smith's tone was a mix of reproach and concern.
"Didn't I tell you? I have a friend whose granddaughter went out alone at night a few days ago and was abducted." As he spoke, Smith's eyes reddened.
"Fortunately, she's fine and was sent back last night."
Gwen pretended to be ashamed, lowered her head, and murmured softly, "I know I was wrong, Grandpa Smith."
Lucas glanced at Gwen, realizing why she had been out on the streets fishing last night.
It turned out she was saving Smith's granddaughter.
As for a friend, what friend? A friend out of thin air.
However, this also benefited that bastard Vampire.
He should have been dismembered, not directly killed by strong UV light.
Next, Lucas comforted the old man, promising to look after and protect Gwen.
"Gwen, let's go visit that girl."
"Hmm? You have a way?" Gwen asked, surprised.
Lucas: "..."
"I don't have a way, but I have a friend, and she should have a way."
Hearing of someone means acquaintance, meeting someone means a friend.
Lucas's friend was precisely the psychiatrist Yao, also known as the Ancient One.
Although there was no evidence, he wasn't stupid. He knew the source of his illness.
After one psychological consultation and a night's sleep, all negative states were swept away. This was not something a doctor could achieve.
...
A certain neighborhood in Manhattan.
Gwen deftly put on her hood and Spider-Mask. She took off her jacket, revealing a black, white, and magenta-colored Spider-suit underneath.
Does this girl always wear a tight suit?
Well, I'm not bad either.
Lucas took out his three-piece mischief-making set.
Hat, mask, cape.
He rang the doorbell.
"Hello, open the door for a check—"
Before he could finish, Lucas was pushed aside by Gwen.
"Hello, I am Ghost-Spider, the one who brought Miss Smith home last night. May I come in and check on Miss Smith's condition?"