Uncle Ben felt the same way. "He's a great kid."
Hearing Uncle Ben and Aunt May's words, Peter tried hard to keep his face calm and stop the corners of his mouth from rising on their own.
He nodded slightly and said in a deliberately casual tone, "Yeah, he really is pretty amazing."
Just then, the sound of the door opening rang out. Uncle Ben and Aunt May said in delighted surprise, "Harry, you're back!"
But Peter, who had just been filled with joy, could no longer smile, because he saw the somewhat strange grin on Harry's face.
Oh no. Harry had definitely overheard what they had just said, and he could certainly guess that Spider-Man was him.
The smile on Peter's face froze. Was this what it felt like to die of embarrassment?
After the family finished dinner, Peter returned to his room. Before long, there was a knock at the door.
He nervously opened it. Sure enough, it was Harry.
Harry walked into Peter's room, sat down in a chair, then turned and stared at Peter without saying a word. Clearly, he was waiting for Peter to explain first.
Peter raised both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm Spider-Man!"
Harry waved his hand, and a cabinet slid out from beneath the bed. A piece of clothing then flew out of it.
The suit was mainly red and blue, woven from a special elastic material.
A huge white spider emblem stood out prominently on its chest, exquisite and eye-catching. It was exactly the suit Spider-Man wore in the news reports.
Harry fixed Peter with a stern gaze. "Peter, Tony once gave me the nickname Pajama Baby. I think that nickname might suit you better.
"You actually kept this from me all this time. Uncle Ben and