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漫威超级英雄双语故事. Spider-Man 蜘蛛侠：群雄进攻试读：
The Story of Spider-Man
Peter Parker was just an average kid who loved science. While attending a presentation about radiation, he was bitten by a radioactive spider. This bite gave Peter amazing abilities. He could cling to walls, leap like a spider, and sense danger.
Peter used his scientific knowledge to create sticky fluid and web-shooters. With these he could spin webs and swing from skyscraper to skyscraper high above the streets of New York City. He created a costume and called himself Spider-Man!
One night, Peter's beloved uncle Ben was killed by a burglar—a burglar Spider-Man could have stopped earlier that night but had decided not to. Peter was devastated. But he remembered something Uncle Ben had always told him: With great power comes great responsibility.
He would never again pass up an opportunity to help. From that day on, Peter used his powers to fight for justice and defend the public. He stopped everything from petty thieves to Super Villains.
Peter has had countless amazing adventures since becoming Spider-Man. This is just one of them...扫一扫，收听本节英语音频Chapter 1
“Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up,” Peter Parker mumbled. He squinted and tried to will away what was coming toward him.
“Hey, bookworm!” Flash Thompson called out from the other end of the hall. Peter looked up from his locker. Flash was Midtown High's quarterback and was always followed by a group of other jocks and adoring cheerleaders.
“Think fast!” Flash said as he tossed a balled-up piece of loose-leaf paper at Peter. It bounced off his forehead and into his locker.
“Real funny, Eugene,” Peter said. He never called “Flash” by his nickname, because he knew the jock hated his real name. “Maybe if you used paper for something other than throwing, you'd actually graduate high school before you're a senior citizen,” Peter quipped.
“And maybe if you spent less time studying and more time relaxing you'd have better luck with the ladies,” Flash said, motioning to the giggling cheerleaders several lockers away.
“Luck, huh? Glad that's something you think you have, because it's all you've got,” Peter shot back.
Flash waved his hand in the air to dismiss Peter. But Peter could tell by the look in Flash's eye that his comment had stung.
“Come on, crew. Let's not waste any more time with this loser,” Flash said. Then he and his fan club headed down the hall.
Peter picked up the crumpled paper from the floor of his locker. He opened it. Even though he wasn't surprised at what he saw there, he had to admit that it still bothered him.
He tossed the paper into the recycling bin. Flash shot a look back at Peter over his shoulder. By his smile, Peter could tell that Flash had seen him open the paper and throw it away. And the worst part was that Flash seemed to be enjoying every second of it. If Peter thought he'd stuck it to Flash before with his comment about Flash's need for luck, it was Flash who had the last laugh — as usual.
Flash and Peter went their separate ways — Flash to the schoolyard and Peter to the school library. Maybe Flash was right. Maybe Peter did spend too much time studying and not enough having fun. After all, it was lunchtime, and the rest of his class was outside enjoying the beautiful late-fall weather. He was holed up in the stuffy school library, preparing for the next week's science test. And he was the only one in there.
Well, almost the only one.
“Hey, Pete!” Gwen Stacy said.
“Shhh!” the school librarian scolded.
“I thought I was the only one who spent my lunchtime studying,” she whispered.
“Even a girl as smart as you has to be wrong sometimes,” Peter said, and he thought he saw Gwen blush a little.
“Well, I couldn't ask for better company,” she replied.
Then it was Peter's turn to squirm uncomfortably. He set his books down next to her and took a seat. If Flash could see him now! For once Peter was happy to be a bit of an outsider. In this case it meant he got to spend time alone with Gwen Stacy. There was no way any other kid in his class would be joining them. Who else would pass up the beautiful weather for a study session?
Then the library door creaked open, and Peter couldn't believe what he saw.
Flash was on his way in. What could he be doing in a library? Smiling, he slowly walked over to where Peter and Gwen were sitting.
“Hey, bookworm, I noticed you dropped this,” Flash said, and handed Peter the drawing he'd thrown out just a few minutes earlier. There it was in plain sight. And Gwen was staring at it, too. What would she think? Would she find it funny? Would she laugh at him?
Peter ripped the paper off the table and grabbed his books.
“I've got to go,” he said, and pushed the chair back, maybe a little too hard.
“Shhhhhhhh!!!” the librarian said again.
“But I was just doing my good deed for the day!” Flash said sarcastically.
“You wouldn't know a good deed if it hit you like a ton of bricks!” Peter replied, imagining a ton of bricks falling onto Flash.
“How would you know about a ton of anything? You're such a weakling you couldn't even lift a pound!” Flash said.
Peter stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
“Shhhhhhhh!!!” the librarian said so loudly that Peter could hear him through the closed door.
Peter was shaking.
He was hurt.
He was embarrassed.
But most of all he was angry!扫一扫，收听本节英语音频Chapter 2
Peter spent the rest of the day distracted. In chemistry lab, his teacher noticed that he was not quite himself.
“Can anyone tell me the symbol for gold on the periodic table of elements?” the teacher asked.
When no one could answer, he turned to Peter, hoping his star student would know.
“Peter?” he asked.
“Huh? Oh...” Peter said. “Sorry, what were you asking?”
His teacher looked deflated.
“The symbol for gold. On the periodic table,” the teacher repeated.
“Ummm, G???” Peter answered.
“AU. AU is the symbol for gold,” the teacher said with disappointment.
And Peter was disappointed, too. He didn't like anyone getting the better of him. And Flash was certainly doing just that. He had him so down that Peter couldn't even concentrate in his favorite class. He couldn't even remember the most obvious answers.
But he did remember that piece of paper with the drawing and how he'd felt when Gwen saw it. Peter just wanted that day to end!
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Peter made his way to his locker to collect his things.
“Pete!” someone called from behind him.
He turned to see Gwen.
“Hey, I just wanted to say that I think what Flash did before was a bit mean,” she said.
“Yeah, well, I don't let it get to me,” Peter replied, trying to smile.
“It sure doesn't look that way,” Gwen said.
“You're not your upbeat self. Don't let that jerk get to you. You'll be the one laughing when you've won a Nobel Prize and he's still repeating sophomore year.”
Peter tried to imagine this.
“Thanks,” he said, forcing a smile.
“You're welcome,” she said, grinning. “Want to go hang out at the Queensboro Coffee Shoppe? We can finish up our studying. Pick up where we left off in the library?”
Peter thought about it. It sure was tempting. But he knew he might not be the best company right now. He was in a really bad mood, after all. And besides, what if Flash busted in on them again? Peter was sure he wouldn't be able to hold back. And he couldn't hit Flash. Peter packed an unusually powerful punch.
“I wish I could,” Peter said. “But I promised Aunt May that I'd run a few errands before I got home.”
Gwen looked disappointed, but understood. Peter searched for things to grab from his locker and paused, his eyes landing on his gym bag. Then, as Gwen walked away, he snatched it and made his way up to the school's top floor.
Peter looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then he slipped into a small supply closet that he knew hadn't been used in years.
He unzipped his bag and took out his famous red and blue mask, gloves, and boots. He always wore the rest of his costume under his street clothes, just in case he needed a quick change. He put on the rest of his costume and relied on his special power—his spider-sense—to warn him if anyone was around.
Confident, Peter sneaked up the stairs to the rooftop and pointed his wrists at the school's clock tower. Then he shot streams of webs from his web-shooters, and faster than anyone could notice, he swung out over Queens toward the city.
Being Spider-Man
didn't mean Peter didn't have to deal with the same problems as ordinary teenagers. But it did give him unique
ways of blowing off
steam. One of his
favorite ways was using his webbing to swing over the rooftops of New York and through the skyscraper canyons of Fifth Avenue.
Spider-Man swung his way to the Queens cable car that ran over the Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan. He shot his webbing at a car and hitched a ride under the cab into the city. The wall-crawler would make it to Manhattan in no time!
“Woo-hoo!!!!!” Peter hooted as he swung over the East River. There were few things that made him happier than this. He climbed up the side of the car and noticed a little boy looking out over the skyline with his hands against the window. Peter waved at the surprised kid, who smiled and waved back. The boy tugged on his dad's shirt, but before the man turned around, Peter was gone. He'd leaped off the cab and was swinging between skyscrapers and springing from water towers.
Soon he was in Central Park, swinging from the trees and enjoying the crisp fall air. He noticed people running and biking on the park trails, pointing up at him in amazement as he swung by. A little boy dropped his ice cream as he watched his favorite Super Hero swing right overhead. Everything was so different when he was dressed as Spider-Man. People were interested in him. They were excited when they saw him. They grabbed their smartphones and snapped pictures. It wasn't like school at all.
Peter looked down and saluted his fans. He loved the attention.
But being Spider-Man wasn't all about having fun. And Peter was reminded of this when his spider-sense began to tingle.
“Of course,” Peter said. “Nothing like a problem to spoil a perfect afternoon.”
As he continued to swing through Central Park, he looked for any sign of trouble. Then he noticed lights flashing from police cars. There were at least a dozen of them parked at odd angles in front of the Museum of Natural History. Then he looked up and couldn't believe his eyes.
“What's going on?” he said.
Daredevil, another Super Hero, whom Spider-Man had worked with a bunch of times, was swinging away from the scene. Daredevil had a special extending billy club that he used to swing around the city the same way Spider-Man used his webs.
Daredevil turned around.
“Spider-Man!” he said, looking at Peter.
Peter noticed Daredevil's glance. He must have been using his other senses to spot Spider-Man. After all, as Spidey knew, Daredevil was blind. No matter what had tipped him off, Daredevil started to flee over the city. Spider-Man chased after him. Both of the heroes swung through alleyways, over rooftops, across bridges, and through tunnels until Spidey finally caught up with Daredevil to confront him.
“Hey, DD, what's up?” Spider-Man asked. He looked down. “Other than us, obviously.”
Daredevil gritted his teeth and took a swing at Spider-Man with his billy club.
“Whoa. You in a bad mood or something?” Spider-Man asked.
Daredevil just grunted and swung at him again.
“Um, okay, if it's a fight you're looking for...” Spider-Man said, then lifted his wrists and shot webbing at Daredevil, and the pair began to struggle in midair!
In the clash, Spider-Man noticed something fall from Daredevil's belt. He shot a web to snatch whatever it was. And in that moment of distraction he allowed Daredevil to escape.
Peter looked at the object he'd caught. It just looked like a chunk of metal—very heavy metal, but still metal. And if it came from the Museum of Natural History, it must be valuable. Peter rushed back to the gathered officers. He might have lost Daredevil, but he got something in return.扫一扫，收听本节英语音频Chapter 3
“Here you go, Officer,” Spider-Man said as he dropped the metal into the sergeant's hand.
“Wow, you Super Hero types never stop surprising me. One of you steals something, another one brings it back,” the cop said.
“Honestly, I'm not sure what's going on. The guy who got away is usually on our side,” Spider-Man replied.
“We know. Daredevil's helped us before, too,” the sergeant said. “But he's now wanted for questioning.”
None of this was making sense.
“Well, got to run—or swing, I should say,” Spider-Man said. “Hey, before I go, what's so special about that chunk of metal?”
“It's from the vibranium exhibit at the museum,” the sergeant said. “It's the strongest metal on earth. Really rare. Captain America's shield is made from it. Better hope Cap doesn't go bad. This stuff would hurt if it was thrown at you!”
“Yikes!” Spider-Man said, not wanting to think about it. He waved to the officers, who thanked him; then he swung off across the river toward home. By the time he got there, the sun was setting. He swooped down behind his garage and changed out of his costume.
“Peter! I was worried about you!” Aunt May said when he finally walked into the house. “Where have you been?”
Aunt May had always been edgy. But she'd been worse since Uncle Ben died. She often thought the worst when Peter was running late. Peter kissed her on the cheek and smiled, which always made her smile, too.
“I'm sorry, Aunt May,” Peter said. “I lost track of time studying after school, and then I got stuck on the train. I didn't have service in the tunnel, so I couldn't call.”
Peter didn't like lying to Aunt May, but he couldn't ever tell her the truth. He couldn't tell her he was the amazing Spider-Man.
“I'm just glad you're home,” she said, squeezing his hand.
After dinner, Peter went up to his room to do his homework and was soon ready for bed. But he had a lot of trouble sleeping. He wondered why Daredevil had stolen the vibranium. He worried about his upcoming science test.
Before he knew it, morning had arrived and it was time for school again. He wasn't sure how much he'd slept, or if he'd even slept at all. He felt like a robot going through the motions as he showered, brushed his teeth, and got ready for school.
“See you later, Aunt May,” he said between yawns as he left the house.
“Peter!” his aunt called after him. “You forgot this,” she said, standing at the door, holding his backpack. “You know, studying is great and important, but if you study too hard you'll just exhaust yourself.”
Peter pecked her on the cheek and continued on to the subway, which he rode to school, completely wiped out from the night before.
“Hey, look who it is!” Flash shouted as Peter walked into Midtown High.
“Not in the mood,” Peter replied.
“Bookworm's ‘not in the mood,’ ” Flash teased.
Peter opened his locker and yawned.
“Tired, Parker? What, was the Math-lete World Series on last night? Went into extra innings?” Flash said, elbowing his buddies for a laugh.
“Hey, check this out,” one of Flash's friends said. “Somebody's posted another angle.” He held up his smartphone, and there was a clip of Spider-Man battling Daredevil. Peter's fight had gone viral!
“Ooooooh!!!!!”
“Dude, let me see that,” Flash said, grabbing the phone from his friend. “Man, he's freaking amazing. Send me this link. I want to print out some of those pictures and put them up in my locker. Maybe that's what I'll major in when I get to college—Super Hero. You can do that, right?”
Anytime anyone talked about Spider-Man around Peter, he became uncomfortable. He couldn't let anyone find out he was Spider-Man. So he never knew how to react.
“I don't think any of them go to college,” Peter said. He was immediately sorry he said it.
“Huh?” Flash said.
“I don't think Super Heroes go to college. I think they're a bunch of dopes. I don't trust any of them,” Peter said, not sure how to get out of the conversation without bringing more attention to himself and to Spider-Man. He felt himself blush a little at being put on the spot. Of course he didn't believe these things, but if the other guys thought he hated Super Heroes, they'd never discover he was one.
“Hohoha!” Flash laughed. “I think Petey here is scared of Spider-Man! Is that it? Is Petey-weety afwaid of spiders?” he said in a babyish voice, making “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” gestures with his hands.
Peter slapped his hands away.
“Ouch!” Flash shouted genuinely, grabbing one of his hands where Peter had hit him. Peter had held back his strength, but even a light tap from Spider-Man was going to sting a little. Still, Flash tried to make it look like he wasn't hurt.
As he walked away he shouted down the hall, “Better be careful, Petey. Spider-Man is going to get you! Bwahahaha!”
As Flash moved on to his class, Peter couldn't help burying his face in his locker and cracking a smile.扫一扫，收听本节英语音频Chapter 4
On his way to his next class, Peter bumped into Gwen.
“Peter!” she said, smiling at him.
“Oh, hi, Gwen,” Peter responded, smiling back.
“Hey, I just got an alert on my phone that says they have Wall Street blocked off. Some sort of thing going on at the stock exchange,” Gwen said, looking concerned.
“My dad works down there,” she continued. “I hope he's okay. I texted him but haven't heard back yet.” Gwen's father was a captain in the New York City Police Department.
Peter's first thought was that he'd throw on his Spider-Man costume and swing down to the stock exchange to see what was up. He had actually almost moved to jump away from Gwen and up to the roof. Whenever he heard about trouble, his first thought was always to run off and check it out, and then help if he could.
But he stopped himself this time. He was there at school to learn. He couldn't run off every time he heard something might be wrong.
“Did they say what was going on?” Peter asked.
“Nope,” Gwen answered. “Just some news that blocks were roped off in the area.”
Peter decided to wait until he had more information. After all, the city was protected by one of the world's top police forces. They could easily solve most of the city's problems. And if it seemed like they could use a hand, he'd be there as fast as possible.
“Well, let me know what's up,” Peter said.
“I'm sure everything's fine. You'll hear back from your dad soon. He's just got to be busy with everything that's going on down there.”
“I hope so,” Gwen replied.
For the next two hours, Peter couldn't keep himself focused on his schoolwork. He stared out windows, looking for police helicopters or other Super Heroes rushing toward downtown Manhattan. He fought the urge to go check out the scene. It was in his nature.
Then, just before the dismissal bell rang, Peter heard two kids in his English class whispering about the scene downtown.
“I heard it was another Super Hero scare down at the stock exchange.” One of them said.
If there was any truth to that at all, Peter had to get involved.
Brrrrrrinnnnng! Brrrrrrinnnnng!
Right after the bell rang Peter headed into Manhattan. He sneaked off the school grounds without anyone seeing him and swung quickly under the tracks of the elevated number 7 subway line on his way to downtown.
Before him was the New York Stock Exchange, and standing on top of it was his fellow Super Hero—and his good friend—Nova!扫一扫，收听本节英语音频Chapter 5
Okay, now I know something's up, Spider-Man thought.
He didn't know Daredevil all that well. Sure, he knew enough to say that he was one of the good guys. But he couldn't say he was totally, 100 percent, absolutely sure he'd never go over to the other side and become a Super Villain. But Spider-Man had fought beside Nova a bunch of times, and the two heroes had become pretty good friends.
“Hey, Nova!” Spider-Man shouted as he swung by. “Not sure what's going on here, but I'm sure it's all a great big misunderstanding...”
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