Civil War!

Before the plane landed, Peter obediently dropped from the ceiling, ready to take off the suit and put it back.

At this moment, Happy said, "You don't need to take it off. Tony gave it to you. Wear it if you like it."

"Uh, it's mine now?"

"Yes."

"It's really mine?"

"Yes."

"Oh oh!" Peter excitedly waved his hands, remembering that this was part of the funding from the September Fund that he and Iron Man had discussed.

However, this Spider-Man suit truly exceeded his expectations, which was why he hadn't thought of it at first.

Having gotten used to hard times, suddenly receiving a suit worth at least several million dollars felt a bit unreal.

"The plane is about to land. Are you sure you don't want to put on your seatbelt?" Happy pointed to the seats not far away.

He was a bit traumatized by this energetic guy who had been jumping around on the plane for six hours. He just wanted to finish this job quickly, return to Stark Industries, and stay away from this kid.

Kids were so troublesome!

Peter obediently returned to his seat.

He knew that the noise during landing would be another torment for his five senses.

Fortunately, this time he was mentally prepared, and the suit's design was also very thoughtful, helping to block out a lot of unnecessary external stimuli.

"After we land, we'll go to the hotel first. You can rest there. Either tonight or tomorrow, Tony will summon you, and you'll have to depart. Understand?"

Happy began to tell Peter his upcoming arrangements.

Peter nodded, indicating he understood.

He'd just treat this as a company-sponsored trip.

He had never been abroad in his life!

He decided not to take off the suit.

He thought of a good idea.

He'd wear the suit like thermal underwear, close to his skin, and take off the mask to hide it in his pocket. Then he'd put on his clothes over it.

This way, when needed, he could simply take off his outer clothes and transform into Spider-Man!

This idea was brilliant!

Peter couldn't help but praise his own cleverness.

—

Under an overpass near Berlin, Captain America had just finished kissing his ex-girlfriend's niece, Sharon Carter (Pah, what a scoundrel).

Captain America, Falcon, and Winter Soldier got a low-key car from Sharon, as well as a plane that could fly to Siberia, along with Captain America's shield, Falcon's flight suit, and so on.

It was practically a gear giveaway.

Previously, after Winter Soldier woke up from his hypnosis, he also recalled some things.

The Winter Soldier Program back then didn't just have Winter Soldier alone. Besides him, they had trained five other powerful Super Soldiers, and those five were even stronger than Winter Soldier!

And the guy disguised as a psychiatrist knew how to activate them!

Before, he had infiltrated the place where Winter Soldier was held and, deliberately under the eyes of the world's media, controlled Winter Soldier to destroy the facility and escape, causing chaos. This also intensified the conflict between Captain America and Iron Man.

Captain America didn't know the psychiatrist's purpose in doing this, and he didn't have the time to think about it carefully now.

He realized that if the psychiatrist were allowed to activate those five Winter Soldiers, it could lead to a greater disaster!

So he prepared to stop him!

It was for this reason that Agent 13, Sharon Carter, would help Captain America and the others, who were now fugitives.

Not only that, but Captain America had also contacted Hawkeye.

Hawkeye, in turn, had taken Wanda from Vision and brought Ant-Man, Scott, as well.

Now, Captain America's side, six people, had gathered at the airport.

Just as Captain America was jogging towards the helicopter.

Whoosh—

An electromagnetic projectile fell from the sky, landing precisely on the helicopter's propeller.

With an electromagnetic burst, the propeller's startup device was directly paralyzed.

It turned out to be Iron Man!

Boom—

As Iron Man appeared, War Machine's black metallic body also descended from the sky.

"Fancy meeting an old acquaintance at the airport, right?"

"It is quite strange."

Captain America was accustomed to the passive-aggressive remarks of these two guys, who were all cold armor on the outside but incredibly repressed on the inside. He said, "Tony, that psychiatrist, he's the one pulling the strings."

Whoosh!

A nimble figure leaped down from the second floor of the airport. He was clad in a black suit of armor with a metallic sheen, his build powerful yet well-proportioned.

It was none other than the King of Wakanda, T'Challa, the "Black Panther."

"Captain."

"Your Majesty."

Black Panther and Captain America greeted each other.

In truth, he held no real grudge against Captain America, but he believed his father had died at the hands of the Winter Soldier, and so he was here to get revenge on him.

At this moment, Iron Man spoke up.

"Ross wants me to arrest you within thirty-six hours. Twenty-four hours have already passed, can you cooperate?"

Captain America said seriously, "You've got the wrong people."

Iron Man merely replied, "Your judgment is flawed. Your old comrade killed many innocent people yesterday!"

"But there are five more Super Soldiers like him somewhere," Captain America said. "I can't let the psychiatrist find them first!"

"Steve, you know what happens next," Black Widow also slowly emerged from the side. "Do you really want to fight your way out?"

Seeing their positions, Captain America realized that his actions had never escaped the calculations of these old comrades from beginning to end.

They had been waiting for him here all along.

Iron Man looked at Captain America's expression and sighed, "Alright, I don't have time to mess around with you. Pajama Baby!"

Whoosh—

A figure leaped out from the side.

It was Peter.

In fact, before Captain America had even entered the airport, they had already gathered inside at Iron Man's request.

He was hiding behind a car.

The mission Iron Man had given him was to snatch Captain America's shield as soon as the fight began.

So that's exactly what he was doing now.

Whoosh—

A stream of webbing shot out, sticking precisely to the shield in Captain America's hand.

Immediately, Peter pulled hard.

Captain America instinctively tried to pull it back, but Peter's strength was greater, forcing him to let go.

Peter grabbed the shield with his right hand, spinning in mid-air, and even had the leisure to shoot a web dart at Captain America's hand.

Thwack!

The web dart hit Captain America's hand, exploding to form a small web handcuff that bound him.

"Good job, kid," Iron Man praised.

"Thank you, thanks for the compliment, but I think I could have landed that last move more stylishly," Peter chuckled. "Oh, right, Mr. Stark, can you stop calling me Pajama Baby? Look, I'm not wearing pajamas anymore."

"Can we discuss the name later?"

"Okay," Peter looked curiously at Captain America, becoming a little too excited and stumbling over his words. "Hello, Captain, it's great to meet you. I often see you in gym class, but this is my first time seeing you in person. You're my fan, oh no, I'm your fan, oh wait, that's not right..."