A Hero's Heart

"We agreed on this before, didn't we? Me, Xia, Tony, and your Aunt May, after you turn sixteen, you can receive our training at the Avengers headquarters, and then you can go out and help others under our supervision."

Natasha looked into Peter's eyes and said very seriously.

"But on my way home from school, I saw people robbing others, even using knives or guns to hurt people."

The Spider-Man waved its arms and legs excitedly, saying anxiously.

"Then you can call the police. You're only twelve years old, Peter." Natasha didn't budge.

"But I have the ability to stop them," Spider-Man shouted at Xia Yu and Natasha.

In a moment of anger, the child yelled something, but immediately realized he had been impolite and quickly apologized in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Natasha, Mr. Xia, I didn't mean to yell at you. What I meant was that I can't just stand by and watch someone get hurt, especially when I have the ability to stop it. If I did, I feel like I would be a criminal."

Spider-Man tried to keep his voice down, but it was clear that he was a little agitated. Xia Yu guessed that he might have witnessed some criminal activity but was unable to stop it, so he felt very guilty.

I finally decided to make a set of clothes to carry with me at all times, so that I could do everything in my power to stop any crimes I could see.

They secretly made Silk, keeping it a secret from everyone, including Aunt May.

Xia Yu went over and ruffled the Spider-Man's hair, then asked softly:

Have you ever seen someone get hurt but couldn't stop it in time, Peter?

"I... one time after school, I had done a lot of practice problems at school, and I got home very late. That day, Aunt May was working the night shift..."

The Spider-Man told Xia Yu and Natasha about its experiences.

One night, on his way home, his extraordinary hearing alerted him to unusual sounds coming from a small alley, as if someone was begging for mercy.

The Spider-Man sneaked over and saw a street thug robbing an old man. The old man may have put up some resistance at first, but the thug beat him up and stabbed him in the thigh with a knife.

The elderly man, suffering severe blood loss, began to beg for mercy.

The Spider-Man had no equipment, no clothes, and no Silk Launcher.

At such a young age, he knew he couldn't just walk out like that, as it would cause trouble for his family, but he couldn't just turn around and leave. So he secretly called the police.

But when he returned after making the call, the thug was gone, and the old man had been stabbed in the stomach again.

The Spider-Man rushed over to help the old man, who clung tightly to the Spider-Man's clothes, his Spider-Man pleading for help. But before he could even utter a word, the old man died in the Spider-Man's arms.

"It's all my fault, Mr. Xia. I killed that old man. If I had stopped him in time, he wouldn't have died. I often dream about the look in his eyes when he was dying. He was blaming me for not standing up sooner."

The Spider-Man's eyes reddened, and he choked out, "I learned more about him later. He had a daughter and a adorable one-year-old grandson. They lost their father and their grandfather. It's all my fault, all my fault. I don't want this mistake to happen again, so I'm sorry, I can't do it."

Natasha went over and hugged the Spider-Man, patting him and comforting him, "It's not your fault, Peter."

This matter may have been buried in Spider-Man's heart for a long time, and he never dared to tell them. He couldn't confide in his friends at school either. This time, Xia Yu and Natasha forced him to reveal what was on his mind.

He was held so gently by Natasha, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. This was just a child.

Natasha's eyes also reddened, and she hugged him and cried her heart out.

Xia Yu let out a long sigh and lit a cigarette.

I've been in this crazy world for a few years now. It's a world full of insane criminals and terrorists, but also full of Hero with great love in their hearts.

Whether it's Captain America, who insists on doing the right thing, Iron Man, who is dedicated to protecting the Earth, or Nick Fury always has the world in his heart.

They were strong, noble, and had been through many dangerous things with Xia Yu.

But no one had ever moved Xia Yu like Spider-Man. Compared to what they did, the crime Spider-Man stopped and the old man's death seemed so insignificant.

However, the shock it brought to Xia Yu was unprecedented. The street thugs, the death of the old man, and the self-blame of the Spider-Man —scenes that seemed incredibly real intertwined appeared before Xia Yu's eyes.

Since Xia Yu came into this world, obtained the system, and followed the system's tasks step by step, experiencing many scenes that only exist in movies.

Xia Yu simply felt that he could fight alongside the legendary Hero in the movies, participate in them, become a part of the legend, a Hero, or even one of the giants of the Avengers.

But Xia Yu never truly considered what his purpose was.

Even today, the old man lying in a pool of blood, as described by Spider-Man- Spider-Man, appeared vividly before Xia Yu's eyes and uttered the line that only appeared in other Spider-Man movies.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Previously, Xia Yu's sense of reality about this world came from Tony, Pepper Potts, and Natasha, and later from all the Avengers. His life revolved around the Avengers or people involved in the storyline.

To the outside world, to ordinary people, Xia Yu has always maintained an illusory attitude.

Just like when we watch a movie, we only see the main characters, the villains, and the characters related to the plot. Everyone else, the passersby, are all fictional. We have no feelings for them, no expectations of them, and no sympathy or resonance with them.

A tear slid down Xia Yu's cheek.

He thought of Uncle Wang from Chinatown, whom he hadn't seen in a long time but who still transferred rent to his bank account on time; the cashier girl at the hot pot restaurant he used to go to; and even the girls he had slept with at the yacht party with Tony.

They are all real human beings, with flesh and blood and feelings.

This was the first time Xia Yu felt the reality of the entire world, rather than just the reality of his own small circle.

This was also the first time Xia Yu suddenly felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

If another Battle of New York were to occur, the number of casualties would not be just a string of numbers in Xia Yu's eyes, but rather a series of living, breathing people.

From that moment on, Xia Yu truly possessed the heart of a Hero and the sense of responsibility of a Hero.