"At last, it's over."
Little Spider Peter slumped onto the rooftop of a skyscraper, gazing at the city beneath the night sky as he let out a long breath. After seven hours of intense fighting, the situation had finally been brought under control.
Aside from Hebron and Stark's Mechanical Army, groups of mutated individuals who had banded together on their own had also joined the battlefield. Osborn Industries had brought out its technological products and recruited personnel as well, making a major impression before the eyes of the entire world.
Norman Osborn practically beamed as he watched his fame soar and thought about the follow-up orders promised by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military. This disaster had been like a spectacular advertisement watched by the whole world. Osborn Industries might not have been the most dazzling participant, but it had certainly been one of them.
"I'm hungry!"
A faint female voice suddenly sounded behind Little Spider Peter, startling him so badly that he nearly fell straight off the rooftop more than three hundred meters above the ground. He twisted around and found Quiet's face less than five centimeters from his, utterly serious.
"Don't you have food with you?" Peter was completely helpless when it came to Quiet. While she was parasitizing Gwen, his Spider-Sense was terribly sluggish around her and almost useless.
"That's for proper meals." Quiet was dissatisfied. She wanted something else now, a change of flavor. Like those strange birds, for example.
"Okay, okay, I get it." Peter sighed and stood up, asking Quiet, "What do you want to eat?"
"Bird wings, bird legs, and that big lion looks pretty good too." Quiet pointed around below the skyscraper. During the earlier battle, she had collected plenty of provisions, and she remembered every single location clearly.
"I can cook them for