"Sure enough, you really do have a thing for this kind of suit."
Hawking glanced at the sketch Peter had drawn. It was the red-and-blue Spider-Man suit he had originally worn while fighting in underground boxing matches.
"Flavius!"
With a point of his finger, he cast the Transfiguration Charm. Peter's school uniform immediately transformed into a Spider-Man suit. Hawking had given it a bit of a makeover, though—it looked roughly like the suit Spider-Man would wear a few years later, complete with a spider emblem on the chest.
"This is so cool!"
Peter touched the Spider-Man suit he was wearing, excitedly bounced in place twice, struck a Spider-Man pose, and fired a barrage of webbing at the large tree ahead with several sharp thwips.
"Hawking, your ability is practically magic."
"The clothes should last around three hours before changing back. Tomorrow, you'll still need to get yourself another suit."
After giving him that reminder, Hawking transformed his own clothes into a dazzling golden suit of armor.
Peter froze again.
"So you're that—Armor Hero!!!"
Of course he knew God of War, or rather, Armor Hero. The class had been talking about him nonstop these past two days. Many of his classmates worshipped him, including Thompson, who did not get along with Peter.
When Hawking had invited him to fight criminals at night, Peter had thought it felt a little like Armor Hero. He had assumed Hawking was imitating Armor Hero, never expecting Hawking himself to be Armor Hero.
"Come on. We'll mainly be operating in Queens Park today!"
Hawking sprang into the air, with Peter following close behind.
Peter only had two free hours at night. The Bronx was too far away, and the trip there and back would waste plenty of time. It was better to operate directly in Queens