Watching a living person get blown to pieces right before his eyes had a tremendous psychological impact on Spider-Man, who was still new to this.
His stomach churned. He nearly lost control and threw up the pizza he'd eaten for lunch.
"Y-why did you kill him?!"
Spider-Man was shocked and furious. He glared at Alvin and shouted, "You shouldn't have killed him! That's murder! You killed a man!"
Unfortunately, Alvin couldn't be bothered to entertain him. He turned to Black Widow. "I'll leave the rest to you. No problem, right?"
"No problem. I'll take care of everything."
This time, Black Widow didn't refuse. She studied the Bolter for a few seconds, then looked away.
"Wait, where are you going?"
Spider-Man raised his hand and shot a strand of Silk, trying to ensnare Alvin.
But before the Silk could shoot from his wristband, the web-shooting device on his wrist was suddenly crushed by some unseen force.
"Mr. Peter, before you question me, I have a question for you." Alvin still had a certain fondness for Spider-Man. He tilted his head toward the furious young man and said calmly, "You asked why I killed him. Then let me ask you: why shouldn't I have killed him?"
"Dr. Connors was just acting impulsively. I'll stop him!" Spider-Man said.
"Let me put it another way. The Dr. Connors you claim didn't deserve to die flipped dozens of cars while chasing us just now, injuring over a hundred innocent civilians." Alvin spoke slowly and methodically. "And under American law, he threatened my life and property. I had the right to shoot him, didn't I?"
"But..."
Spider-Man was suddenly at a loss for words. He stood there with his mouth open, unsure what to say.
"You're Peter Parker, right? We're with S.H.I.E.L.D." Black Widow walked over