Spider-Man's Entanglement

As Peter ran, his Spider-Sense suddenly went off. However, his mind was too chaotic to react in time. A jet-black and red mech rushed towards him, grabbed him by the waist, and then flew him forward at high speed for a distance before suddenly throwing Peter to the ground.

Peter was dazed from the fall. The beautiful, crimson and gold mech hovered in mid-air. Spider-Man was quite shaken by the impact. He took off his mask, and a voice from the cockpit said, "That guy was right after all. He really is just a high school kid..."

Peter angrily slammed his fist on the ground and said, "I'm not a kid, I'm Spider-Man!"

Stark on the other side let out a dismissive snort and said, "Spider-Man? Yeah, you've got a great reputation among the gamblers in Hell's Kitchen. The only good thing you've done is help those people win a lot of money."

Peter's rage was about to erupt. This unfamiliar robot had attacked him, thrown him to the ground, and mocked him. Angrily, Peter lunged forward. Iron Man's mech drew a beautiful arc in the air, dodging the attack.

Little Spider-Man didn't know any combat skills and had never fought a robot before. He didn't understand tactical route calculations, so he was naturally helpless against the Mark V equipped with Jarvis.

Spider-Man roared, "You damn robot, I'll show you what I can do!!"

Iron Man's mech landed, and he said, "Oh, really? Show me how you beat those no-good underground boxers?"

Stark's words were still as sharp as ever. Little Spider-Man's face turned red and then pale from his taunts. Finally, Stark seemed to lose interest in talking to this kid Peter any further. He said coldly:

"You're still a baby. Hurry back home. New York isn't your playground to run around in. Don't think that just because you're a little different from others, you can zip around the sky of this city. Someone has already noticed you."

Stark had no good feelings towards the current Little Spider-Man, especially after learning that he had extraordinary abilities but only used them to fight in underground boxing matches. In his opinion, this was an incredibly foolish act.

Stark had his own pride. Although he was a bit arrogant, stubborn, and sensitive, after experiencing the life-or-death crisis of being kidnapped, the true Iron Man had awakened. Therefore, he looked down on Peter, who was still just messing around.

Peter stood up, angrily threw his mask to the ground, and said, "You say I'm running around New York, but aren't you the same?!"

His rationality had slightly returned, so he said to Stark, "Yeah, you're wearing this mech suit. I can tell it's definitely not cheap. You have plenty of money to play with this."

"But what about me? My uncle and aunt are both not well. They can't even afford the medical examination fees. I really need money, so why can't I go to boxing matches? I haven't used these abilities to hurt anyone!"

Stark crossed his arms and said, "Have you ever thought that by having this ability and not saving others, you are inherently hurting them?"

Peter put on an absurd expression, shaking his head left and right as if he couldn't believe what the person opposite him was saying. He said, "These abilities are mine. I'll do whatever I want with them. They're my abilities, so why shouldn't I use them to do more for myself instead of helping others?"

The current Peter had not experienced Uncle Ben's death. He did not yet understand the meaning of "With great power comes great responsibility." Therefore, he now righteously believed that since he had these abilities, he should naturally seek more benefits for himself.

It could only be said that his thoughts were not entirely wrong. Everyone lives for themselves. But Spider-Man was ultimately destined to walk the path of a superhero. Peter's inherent kindness and resilience would gradually be awakened as he grew older, and he was destined to become a superhero.

As for Stark, though he was arrogant and conceited, he always had a sense of responsibility for the welfare of all mankind. He felt that as a super genius, protecting ordinary people and the Earth was his innate responsibility.

Stark could also see that Peter was abnormally agitated, likely due to some recent stimulus. So he said, "I know you have many questions that you can't figure out right now. I was like that too. But some things you have to experience for yourself before you can understand. No amount of lecturing from me can compare. I can only tell you that if you continue to hold this mindset, you will regret it one day."

After speaking, Stark's mech flew away, leaving Peter sitting alone, dejected and lost.

He really didn't understand why everyone was against him, as if he were inherently bad. Peter didn't understand why, after gaining superpowers, he seemed to be more miserable than ever.

He had earned money, but he didn't dare to give it directly to Uncle Ben. Because he was out wandering at night, he couldn't sleep well, and his grades had also declined. Moreover, during the initial excitement of gaining his powers, he had neglected Gwen's feelings, and now Gwen was giving him the cold shoulder. He wanted to beat up his nemesis Thompson, but he didn't dare to fight at school, so he could only swallow his anger.

These damn superpowers hadn't really brought him any great benefits. They hadn't made him rich overnight or allowed him to live the luxurious life he desired. He didn't understand where the problem lay.

Blowing in the cold New York night air, Spider-Man sat on the rooftop of a building in Hell's Kitchen, deep in thought.

At this moment, his enhanced hearing picked up a hushed conversation from an alley behind the building.

It was the back door of a nightclub. Two burly bodyguards were standing there. Peter could see them from his angle, but they couldn't see him.

Peter saw a bald man in a jacket talking to his subordinates. Peter's eyesight and hearing were far superior to ordinary people. He saw a target-like circular mark on the bald man's forehead. He heard the bald man speak:

"...As long as we step on the gas to the max before he reacts, you know, Andre has a fast car, he's modified it, so it accelerates much faster than a normal car."

"As long as we stay still at the start and he doesn't hear us, the moment he turns the corner, we hit him instantly, and he's dead."

His subordinate said, "I know a very suitable intersection at the end of Mary Street. There are some construction debris piled up at the intersection, and the smell of gasoline can be masked..."

The bald man flashed an evil smile and said, "We have to take him out before that woman does, so that Boss Kingpin will know who his most capable subordinate is..."

Peter listened to their conversation upstairs intermittently. From their talk, he learned that they seemed to be planning to use a car to run someone over. But Peter, having just been lectured repeatedly, was rebelliously thinking, what does this have to do with him? It was just a gang war, one gang member wanting to kill another. Why should he care?

Besides, there were no good people in this damn Hell's Kitchen anyway.

Thinking this, Peter slowly walked back. It was already very late. He had told Uncle Ben he wouldn't be back tonight, so he returned to Daredevil's apartment. Daredevil was still sleeping soundly.

Peter thought, perhaps what he just thought wasn't entirely correct. There was still one good person in Hell's Kitchen, and that was the friend in front of him. And he was perhaps too good.

Peter looked at the wound on Daredevil's calf, which was still oozing blood. Peter's bruises from being thrown by Iron Man had already completely healed. Peter suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. Daredevil was truly just an ordinary person, with no self-healing abilities like him.

So, by meddling, he had gotten himself into such a mess. He wanted to learn Daredevil's martial arts, but he didn't want to learn his way of handling things at all.

If he had rushed down just now upon hearing the gangsters' conversation to uphold justice and tell them not to commit murder, he wouldn't have had a peaceful night. There were at least a dozen bodyguards in the nightclub, and he would have to take them all down. That bald guy might even be particularly tough. With so many people, if he took even one hit, it would hurt for quite a while.

And the result would probably just be stopping a gang fight. But what kind of good deed was that? There were no innocent people in Hell's Kitchen; only other gangsters would get caught up in the fight. Peter thought, why should he spend the entire night, risking injury, to meddle in such trivial matters?

With these thoughts, Peter slowly drifted off to sleep. In his dream, he used his abilities to make a fortune and bought a house on the most prosperous street in Queens. Uncle Ben and Aunt May moved into the new, large house. They also hired a private doctor, and Uncle Ben's illness was cured. Aunt May looked more than ten years younger. Their family lived a very wealthy and happy life.

The first half of this dream was very beautiful, but perhaps because Peter had heard Daredevil's pained groans in the night, the second half of the dream took a sharp turn for the worse.

When Peter went out, a thug broke into his beautiful, large house. The thugs killed his uncle and aunt and ransacked everything. Their neighbors saw the thugs, but no one called the police. When the police arrived, they couldn't catch the culprits immediately. Peter became a wandering ghost, roaming the city every day, trying to find the murderers who shattered his happy life, but there were no clues.

Finally, in his dream, Daredevil appeared. Peter went to question Daredevil, asking why, after fighting so many criminals, he had missed those thugs. Daredevil coldly told him:

"The only one who can take full responsibility for this is probably yourself."

Peter woke up in a cold sweat. Dawn was breaking over New York. The cold air seeped in through the window cracks, filling his lungs and making him feel like crying.

Daredevil also woke up. Peter poured him some water. Daredevil said, "Thank you, but I might need to trouble you again later. Could you help me get some medicine from the clinic at the end of Mary Street?"