Nick: Damn, I Became the Stand-In

Hello, Peter Parker.

"Or rather, Spider-Man."

Steve's words immediately put Peter, Peter had been relatively friendly, on his guard.

He thought that since someone had sent people to capture him in order to deal with Spider-Man, perhaps someone else would also target Uncle Ben and Aunt May in order to get rid of him.

Of course, since the Spider-Sense didn't give any hints, Peter didn't act rashly.

"Who are you?"

He fought alongside Captain America, but never saw what the other person actually looked like.

Captain America was still wearing his costume back then.

"Forgot?"

Steve raised his hand to cover the upper half of his face. "An old soldier."

"Team leader?"

Peter recognized him instantly and exclaimed in surprise and delight, "What are you doing here?"

"Come see our neighbors in Queens, and two other friends too. Would you mind if they came along?" Steve stepped aside, revealing a heavy black sedan parked not far away.

Nick Fury rolled down the car window, revealing half of his face.

Clearly, since being taught a lesson by Ben in Primus, this Egghead Fury has finally learned to "knock on doors."

Peter hesitated. After all, Nick Fury had a dark expression on his face, and even though it was the 21st century, he was still wearing an eye patch, which made him look like a bad guy.

But trusting Captain America and his own Spider-Sense, Peter nodded.

Nick Fury opened the door and got out of the car with Natasha.

"Nice to meet you, Parker."

He shook hands with Peter, but Peter's gaze was drawn to Natasha beside him.

This female agent, who came from the Red Room, knew exactly how to deal with hormone-fueled teenagers. The zipper of her black, tight leather jacket stopped just above her abdomen, and the Abyss -like cracks seemed to attract everything like a black hole.

With just one glance, Peter knew that these people must have something important to discuss with him.

Very big!

"Uh, hello..."

Peter blushed, turned his head away, and shook hands with Nick Fury shyly, but that was exactly the kind of shyness Nick wanted.

After introducing himself, he immediately reached out, palms up, and guided Peter's gaze back to Natasha. His hands, bearing Peter's gaze, hovered in front of Natasha, as if he were trying to support the weight of the two large spheres with his own strength.

"Nick Fury, this is Natasha Romanoff."

Peter Parker.

"Come in, have a seat?" Peter said, Peter around and changing the subject. Steve even felt that his behavior was a bit too rude.

He immediately looked at Natasha, signaling the former Soviet aunt to be mindful of her behavior and stop trying to trick this good young man.

Natasha didn't speak, but her eyes seemed to say: Big brother, I'm the one who's at a disadvantage!

Nick ignored their subtle interaction, and upon hearing Peter's invitation, he immediately nodded and said loudly:

"No problem!"

See? Innocent little boys are so easy to manipulate!

He patted Peter on the shoulder and said to the other two, "I like this boy!"

Then he prepared to follow Peter into the house, but Nick had just stepped out, before his foot even touched the ground, when he seemed to have some reservations and pulled back in mid-air.

Just to be on the safe side, I'd like to ask, is your cousin not here?

"Not here."

Peter shook his head, puzzled.

Nick let out a sigh of relief, and his aura immediately intensified.

He's doing it again!

However, he said, "That's a pity, he and I are old friends."

"Real?"

Upon hearing this, Peter raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"What? You don't believe me?" Nick exclaimed dramatically, as if offended. "You think it's impossible for him to be friends with a Black man? Kid, that's not a good idea!"

"That's not it."

Peter shook his head, feeling it necessary to clear Ben's name to prevent certain scoundrels from emerging. "Actually, Benny doesn't have much of a problem with skin color itself; the problem is, what have they done?"

Do you understand?

"He met Robbie once. Robbie was an editor at the Daily Bugle, and he was black, but Benny didn't dislike him," Peter said. "The problem is, sometimes things happen, and then people find out it was always caused by certain groups of people."

"Okay, this topic isn't important."

Nick Fury wasn't one of those low-level blacks; he had no interest in discussing color with Peter, nor did he bother to speak up for them.

The group entered the house and sat on the old sofa. Peter poured each of them a glass of water.

Nick Fury looked around the room and said in surprise, "For a billionaire worth hundreds of billions, the furnishings in this house are rather... simple."

It's more than just simple.

To draw a comparison, it's like Tony Stark leaving his mansion to squeeze into a garbage can with homeless people.

We're used to living here.

Peter shrugged.

The main reason is that Uncle Ben and Aunt May are used to living here. They can't bear to throw away any piece of furniture in this house, even that old black-and-white TV that occasionally displays static.

Peter glanced at the clock on the wall, then at Nico, who had been rambling on and on without getting to the point since sitting down, and hesitated before stammering:

"So, what exactly do you want to do...?"

His hands were swinging erratically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you, it's just..." Peter glanced at the clock again, "My Uncle Ben and Aunt May will probably be back in a few hours, and they probably don't want me hanging out with some shady characters... Uh, sorry!"

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Peter became even more flustered.

"I'm not saying you guys are shady, you know, after all, the captain's around... It's just that my uncle and the others don't know, and you're one-eyed, and she looks like a streetwalker from a nightclub..."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury and Natasha fell silent.

Egghead Fury awkwardly turned his head away, and Black Widow also put away her brightly colored "patterns" and silently zipped her clothes all the way up.

"You're quite the conversationalist, kid..."

"Thank you." Peter nodded, expressing his sincere gratitude.

"I wasn't trying to compliment you. Anyway, let's get down to business." Nick wiped his face, then took a stack of documents from his briefcase and placed them on the table.

"I was worried you wouldn't be able to accept it right away, but," Nick Fury stood up and said seriously, "We're actually here for Richard Parker and Mary Parker."

Peter was stunned, his gaze becoming bewildered and blank.

He didn't speak because he doubted he had heard correctly, but Nick Fury told him: You didn't mishear.

"That's right, it's your parents."

You can take a look.

He raised his chin, gesturing for Peter to pick up the documents.

For a moment, the room became unusually quiet. The three of them drank cold water, and only Peter kept turning the pages of papers, making a soft, rustling sound.

Steve Rogers looked at Peter with some concern, seemingly afraid that Peter wouldn't be able to withstand the blow.

Perhaps this child's body is many times stronger than his, but when it comes to the mind, everyone is both strong and fragile.

This is the second time Peter has received information about his parents during this period.

The first time was when he found the briefcase. It was because of this that he tried to contact Connors, and as a result, he was bitten by a mutated spider, thus becoming Spider-Man.

Since then, those clues have disappeared again.

Neither Connors nor Norman Osborn knew anything about Richard wife's whereabouts.

Connors even harbored resentment over Richard's disappearance.

Because of what happened during that time, Norman Osborn put the matter behind him, but rarely mentioned it.

They all believed that Richard and Mary might be dead.

Only Peter stubbornly believed that they had to leave for some special reason.

Perhaps one day, they will come back.

He knew this hope was extremely slim, but he still held onto it, like a dream that was as fleeting as a bubble.

But now, when Nick Fury bursts in with the harsh reality, that dream shatters.

So... they're dead?

Peter found his voice unusually calm.

"Dead."

Nick nodded.

"The very night they left you in this house, the plane was attacked. It was a stormy night, the weather was terrible, but the plane still took off. They disappeared without a trace, and finding these clues won't be easy."

"Hydra killed them?"

Peter asked.

Perhaps because he had long been accustomed to the absence of his parents, he felt sadness, but his emotions were not overwhelming.

But this calm only made Steve more worried about him.

"Peter, are you alright?" The veteran reached out and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder, making him feel that someone was with him.

"I'm fine, thank you, Captain."

Peter said softly.

Then he looked at Nick Fury.

"I thought Hydra had been wiped out long ago."

Peter certainly knew the story of Hydra; not just him, the whole world knew it.

Captain America, Steve Rogers, defeated Hydra, which enabled the final victory in World War II.

"Most were eliminated, but there were always remnants," Nick said. "You know, snakes are always good at hiding themselves, hiding in water, burrowing into caves..."

"We've kept this secret for a long time, and we didn't originally intend to tell you. Because even now, Hydra is still hiding it. It could be you, it could be me, it could be the captain, or even everyone. This secret might put you, an ordinary child, in danger."

"Until we discovered that you are not an ordinary teenager, but possess extraordinary Superpowers that, with a little training, would be enough to deal with most supervillains."

"This is a talent, and also the mission your parents left you. Perhaps I haven't introduced ourselves in detail yet, but one thing we can be sure of is that we have a common enemy."

"Hydra!"

Peter looked up, pursed his lips tightly, and stared at Nick.

So what are you planning to do?

Upon hearing Peter finally ask the question, Nick immediately grinned smugly.

Finally, they reached the goal.

Now, shouldn't we take down Spider-Man?

So he immediately took out the lines he had prepared for a long time and solemnly began to speak:

"I have an idea: to bring together some talented people and see what we can achieve, so that when people need us... we can win battles they can't win."

Peter:???

"That sounds familiar."

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