At the Avengers' base, Matt looked at Spider-Man and said, "You want to investigate the military's monster-making incident? You think it might be connected to Nick Fury's assassination?"
Peter nodded. "We have to figure out all the connections behind this, understand exactly what they're doing and what else they intend to do, and then find a way to deal with it."
"I definitely can't handle all of that alone. No matter what, I only have two hands. If I'm saving people, I can't fight monsters. If I'm fighting monsters, I can't investigate The Truth. I can't split myself into three or four people, and even if I could, it still wouldn't be as good as working together as a team. After all, we each have our own strengths..."
"I have to say, Peter, you've grown a lot over the past few years. I'm genuinely surprised to hear you say something like that." Matt stood and began rummaging through his backpack. Then he said, "Remember? You used to think your fists alone could defeat every enemy and save New York."
"I still want to defeat every enemy and save New York, but I think the method can change." Peter placed both hands on the table, his expression unusually serious.
College life and all sorts of magnificent experiences had given him a measure of maturity as well. Like a sapling that had already grown woody branches, he would surely become a sturdy, powerful tree in the years ahead.
He said, "A long time ago, I didn't understand something Doctor Schiller told me. He said that no one was an island. Everyone living in society was bound to leave traces behind..."
"Everyone's traces form a vast web. On that Web, no one and nothing can hide, and beyond fists, this is one of