I Want to Be an Astronaut

"Spider-Man, Cletus had already taken control of some NASA employees. They locked down the rocket's launch sequence, and we have no way to stop the launch."

Coulson delivered the first piece of bad news while Peter was still standing on the rocket, fighting an unending stream of symbiotes. "I have to say, that's not the most troublesome part. Can you determine the blast radius?"

"The blast radius can't be determined for now. You'd better not do that."

Having roughly understood what Spider-Man meant, Fitz immediately reached a conclusion and warned him. Although this was an unmanned launch and they had already begun evacuating the surrounding personnel, there were too many variables. He had no way of determining how much trouble the rocket fuel would cause if it exploded.

And there was an even bigger problem—what if the explosion still couldn't kill Carnage?

"All right, let me think!" Peter punched Carnage in the face, but this time, Carnage's head exploded outright. In its place, more and more Carnages spread across the rocket's surface. These things kept spawning like roadside monsters in a game.

And they were not the sort that became mass-produced fodder in greater numbers. This was more like the late-game level of a Souls game, where elite enemies outnumbered regular mobs—though Anti-Venom could still kill them instantly.

But according to the system's scans, not one of them was the real Cletus. The bastard had definitely hidden inside the rocket.

"All right, how quickly can you regain control of the launch platform and alter the rocket's flight path? There should be around 120 seconds from liftoff until the payload fairing separates. Can you do it?"

Coulson looked over the scene. Ward, Mei, and Spider-Woman were going all out in their new equipment. Their protective gear used modified versions of Scarecrow's