Spider-Man's Full Upgrade

The Quinjet's engines roared over the Pacific Ocean. The rear cargo door slowly opened, and the whistling wind flooded the cabin. The gold and red suit descended like a meteor, and Iron Man landed steadily. His faceplate slid open with a "shing," revealing Tony Stark's face, always adorned with a playful smirk.

"Miss me already?"

Seeing everyone's messy hair and innocent eyes caused by the sudden airflow from the opened door, Tony knew the answer. He just smiled and instructed J.A.R.V.I.S. to close the door.

"That kid's been busy since you left, Tony," Janet said without looking up, her fingers flying across the tablet as she monitored the real-time status of Avengers Tower. "I've never seen anyone so addicted to the 'superhero business'."

Tony scanned his teammates. Ant-Man Hank was still studying the data from the smuggled Vibranium samples. Bruce Banner, wearing noise-canceling headphones, was probably listening to some yoga music to keep him calm. Even Captain America, in the pilot's seat, was uncharacteristically distracted, his blue eyes staring out the cockpit window at the empty sky, as if searching for an answer there.

As for Thor, oh, he should still be in Asgard.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Tony shrugged, plopping down next to Steve and pretending to glance at the flight data. "I only arranged this because I didn't want the Tower to be idle—what do you think, Captain?"

"That kid can handle New York. I'm thinking about something else," Steve retracted his gaze and continued after a pause, "Perhaps we could invite King T'Challa to join the Avengers. I knew his grandfather; we fought side-by-side on the battlefield. I know every generation of Black Panther is a top-tier warrior."

Captain America then added what seemed like a contradictory statement: "But we can't interfere in Wakanda's internal affairs. We're not the US government... The biggest trouble this time might not be the enemy, but politics."

Tony's lips curled into that "I can do anything" smile. "Politics? I've dealt with more politicians than I've designed suits. Trust me, Captain, an African king? I can handle it."

... Hours later, the Avengers' Quinjet was hit by Vibranium weapons and crash-landed, smoking, deep in the Wakandan jungle. It looked like they wouldn't be going back for at least a month.

Peter, of course, had no idea the Avengers would be offline in New York for days. As soon as Tony left, he got busy. He tossed his backpack onto the table, stuffed his old suit inside, and headed straight for the lab to work on his new suit. He even dug out that ancient camera and casually handed it to J.A.R.V.I.S., asking it to print the photos inside.

"Alright, let's get to work!" Peter rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on the rotating 3D model of his old suit in the holographic projection. His mind raced as he tried to delegate everything he needed to do. "J.A.R.V.I.S., keep an eye on New York for me. Notify me immediately if anything happens. Also, pull up the surveillance footage from the Osborn Tech Expo on March 12th—can you do that?"

Stark has archived the relevant data.

"Fine," Peter said, unsurprised, his fingers swiping across the virtual screen. "And list everything Herman stole. I want to see exactly what he took."

A detailed list of stolen items appeared on the table. Peter studied the design of his old suit while asking, "What material are Captain and the others' suits made of?"

Stark Industries' latest high-tensile composite fiber material, with a primary structure of...

"Then use the same type, but increase the web spacing on the red parts by 1.2 times..." As he spoke, he pulled down the eye mask from the projection and casually tossed it aside, redesigning a pair of rounder white lenses to replace the original slender black ones. Although it was his first time operating this system, he was astonishingly quick to get the hang of it.

"This looks a bit friendlier, don't you think, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"

If you wish to convey a positive emotion, brighter colors are recommended.

"Good idea."

A few minutes later, a refreshed Spider-Man emerged from the restroom on a high floor of the Tower. The new suit's red and blue color scheme was brighter, and the 3D-printed composite fabric fit his body perfectly. Web-like glider wings had been added under his arms for gliding, and the white lenses could change size with his facial expressions to convey his emotions.

The spider emblem on his chest was slightly smaller, and the design on his back had changed from a fierce, sprawling spider to a circular, chibi design—upon closer inspection, it was actually a clever storage device. The suit could automatically fold and shrink into a palm-sized spider disc for easy carrying.

Concealed pockets were hidden on both sides of his waist, replacing the previous bulky belt. In the center of his waist was a spider-shaped light, designed specifically for dark environments like sewers. Of course, the coolest feature was the tactical display built into the lenses, which could connect to the Avengers' satellite, providing real-time communication and analysis.

In short, externally it looked like the classic suit, but with some high-tech additions. Moreover, to avoid any unexpected situations, Peter made two suits.

"Okay, I'm uploading the keyword search program I wrote. I can't believe I memorized the entire code," Peter typed on the projected virtual keyboard. "J.A.R.V.I.S., can you access the Avengers and NYPD's cooperative network? You should have the authority, right?"

Access to New York's police and fire systems has been completed.

"Hacked?!" Peter blinked, surprised that the Avengers hadn't gone through official channels. But he couldn't worry about that now; having the system was the priority. He figured the NYPD wouldn't mind... probably.

"Oh, uh, integrate my program into it, then match it with all police and fire department dispatch information, and analyze the situation comprehensively."

Real-time crime alerts were immediately projected onto his lenses—where crimes were occurring, whether the police or fire department could arrive in time, and whether the criminals' weaponry required Spider-Man's intervention. Everything was clear at a glance. This system would allow him to avoid trivial matters that the police could handle themselves, focusing his energy on things that truly needed Spider-Man.

Next, he pulled up the surveillance footage from the Osborn Tech Expo, which Tony had somehow obtained. He used the footage from different angles to create a holographic projection model, a method of investigation he'd seen in Iron Man 3. Now, Peter was using it to reconstruct the events of his spider bite. He poured a glass of water from the water dispenser and stood aside, watching everything recreated by the model.

The holographic projection re-enacted the scene: he and Gwen were walking and chatting between exhibits when suddenly, the glass case containing the mutated spider shattered without warning, and the crowd instantly descended into chaos. The image zoomed in. Karl Danvers bent down, picked up the spider, quietly approached, and pressed the deadly creature onto the back of Peter's neck.

"What was the cause of the display case shattering?"

No relevant records in the Osborn database.

"No record?"

Peter continued watching. He instinctively swatted away the mutated spider that bit him. In a corner of the surveillance feed, a blurry figure suddenly crouched down—but the footage seemed to have been tampered with. Peter couldn't see the person's face clearly.

"Can you retrieve information on that person, the one who crouched down?"

Data has been encrypted. Warning: This segment has been externally tampered with.

Someone had altered the information? S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra? Ugh, probably the same group. Realizing he wouldn't get any results, Peter temporarily set aside the matter and turned to the list of high-tech products stolen by Herman: exoskeleton spinal neural connectors, extreme environment survival devices, light particle projectors...

He pulled up a holographic projection of the light particle projector from the list.

"A fish tank?"

Light particle projection device, developed by Horizon Labs. Its function is to manipulate light particle reflection to generate virtual images.

"All the stolen items are semi-finished products. Someone must be responsible for perfecting them—J.A.R.V.I.S., search for researchers in the field of light particles?"

There was no one he was looking for.

"Or perhaps special effects artists with related research experience?"

J.A.R.V.I.S. seemed to pause for half a second, clearly not expecting such an unconventional line of thought, but quickly pulled up matching profiles:

Quentin Beck, Hollywood's most creative special effects artist, missing for a month.

Found you.

Mysterio.