Aaron rarely slept in, not getting up to wash up and prepare breakfast until the sun was high in the sky.
The family sat around the dining table, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed the steaming, delicious food. A long-lost sense of happiness slowly welled up in his heart.
But the warm atmosphere did not last long before it was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a phone.
"Hello, Peter Parker." Aaron answered irritably. "I'm enjoying the happiest part of the day aside from nighttime.
You'd better have a good reason, or I'll give you one."
"Sorry, sir." Peter Parker apologized sincerely, but then his tone turned excited. "I know where they'll be making the deal.
The Staten Island ferry, at eleven."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, sir.
I'm already on my way. This time, we'll catch them red-handed.
Then we can follow the trail, catch them all in one net, and wipe out these high-tech arms dealers for good."
Aaron raised an eyebrow and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was nine-thirty. There was still an hour and a half until the deal, so as long as he arrived within half an hour of it, that would be fine.
"Got it. I'll head over after breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
"Is there a problem? Don't forget, I have a flying motorcycle.
Even if I give you a thirty-minute head start, you might not be faster than me."
"Fine. Enjoy your breakfast."
After hanging up, Aaron looked at Daisy and the others' curious gazes and shrugged helplessly. "It's nothing. Stark asked me to look after some arrogant brat.
He's still too green. He needs a senior to give him some guidance."
Peter Parker sprinted all the way there, swinging rapidly between skyscrapers on his webs. When he saw the ferry leaving