"One more!"
In a game world that had almost completely recreated the Battle of New York, Harry Osborn, the "Son of America," was slaughtering enemies left and right, kill markers appearing over his head one after another. On the other side, Amadeus was using Hulk to smash everything in sight. The two of them looked extremely happy.
Only Peter was going through the motions.
"You don't seem particularly satisfied, Spider-Man. You're not like your friends."
A Chitauri soldier Peter had snagged with Silk looked at him in confusion. "What happened? Is this game not to your taste?"
The one speaking was, of course, Ultron. He was merely borrowing an NPC's mouth to communicate with Peter. Peter tightened Silk around the virtual Chitauri soldier's neck as he said, "That's true enough. It's hard to explain why someone would enjoy something they already have to deal with tirelessly in real life!"
Peter snapped the virtual soldier's neck. Then another Chitauri soldier lunged at him and continued chatting with Peter. "Why? According to my analysis of the data, you seem very focused on and enjoy being Spider-Man in reality."
"Maybe that's exactly why I don't want to be Spider-Man in a virtual world? Tell me, do you even understand what the Avengers mean? If you throw all the Avengers into a game world, they'll lose their motivation to be Avengers too."
Peter kicked Ultron away, then looked at the growing number of Chitauri soldiers charging toward him with some helplessness. "I know you really want to talk to me, but I've only got one mouth, okay?"
"Perhaps I know the reason. But you could simply switch servers, to ones you prefer more, couldn't you?"
"That's hard to say. After all, my friends invited me to queue up together!"
"So your friends seem very