Civil War!

Before the plane landed, Peter obediently climbed down from the ceiling, ready to take off the suit and put it away.

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."

"Ooh!" Peter excitedly pumped his fist, remembering that this was part of the September Fund support he had discussed with Iron Man.

Still, this Spider-suit had truly exceeded his expectations, which was why he had not thought of it right away.

He had grown used to hardship. Suddenly receiving a suit worth at least several million dollars felt a little unreal.

"The plane is about to land. Are you sure you don't want to buckle up?" Happy pointed at the seats nearby again.

He was starting to get PTSD from this energetic kid who had been bouncing all over the plane for six hours. He just wanted to finish the job, get back to Stark Industries, and stay far away from this guy.

Kids were such a handful!

Peter obediently returned to his seat.

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

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared this time, and the suit's design was considerate enough to block out quite a few unnecessary external stimuli.

"After we land, we'll go to the hotel first. You can rest there. Either tonight or tomorrow, once Tony calls you up, you'll be leaving. Understand?"

Happy began explaining Peter's upcoming arrangements.

Peter nodded to show that he understood.

He decided to treat it as an all-expenses-paid trip.

He had never even left the country before!

He was not taking off the suit.

He had thought of a good idea.

He could wear the suit close to his body like thermal underwear, take off the mask separately and hide it in his pocket, then put regular clothes over it.

That way, whenever he needed to, he could just take off his outer clothes and transform into Spider-Man!

What a brilliant idea!

Peter could not help giving himself a mental pat on the back for his cleverness.

Under an overpass near Berlin, Captain America had just finished making out with his ex-girlfriend's niece, Sharon Carter. (Pah, you beast.)

Captain America, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier got an inconspicuous car from Sharon, as well as a plane that could take them to Siberia, Captain America's shield, Falcon's flight suit, and more.

It was practically an equipment giveaway.

Earlier, after the Winter Soldier woke from his hypnotized state, he had remembered some things as well.

The Winter Soldier Program had not consisted of only him. Besides him, they had trained five powerful Super Soldiers, and those five were even stronger than the Winter Soldier!

And that man disguised as a psychologist knew how to activate them!

Earlier, he had infiltrated the place where the Winter Soldier was being held and deliberately controlled him in full view of media around the world. He had made him destroy the facility and break out, causing chaos and escalating the conflict between Captain America and Iron Man.

Captain America did not know what the psychologist's true purpose was, nor did he have time to think it through carefully.

He realized that if he let the psychologist activate those five Winter Soldiers, it could bring about an even greater disaster!

So he was going to stop him!

That was also why Agent 13, Sharon Carter, had helped Captain America and the others, who were now fugitives.

Not only that, Captain America had contacted Hawkeye.

Hawkeye had taken Wanda away from Vision and brought in Scott, Ant-Man.

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

Just as Captain America jogged toward the helicopter, preparing to take off.

Whoosh—

An electromagnetic round fell from the sky and landed precisely on the helicopter's rotor.

The electromagnetic blast crippled the rotor's ignition system outright.

It was Iron Man!

Boom—

As Iron Man appeared, War Machine's black armored body descended from the sky as well.

"Didn't expect to run into old friends at the airport. Strange, right?"

"It is pretty strange."

Used to the sarcastic sniping of these two guys who wore cold armor on the outside but were incredibly flamboyant underneath, Captain America said, "Tony, that psychologist is the real mastermind."

Whoosh!

A nimble figure leaped down from the airport's second floor. He wore a black suit of armor with a metallic sheen, his body broad but perfectly proportioned.

It was the king of Wakanda, T'Challa—the Black Panther.

"Captain."

"Your Majesty."

Black Panther and Captain America exchanged greetings.

There was not really any enmity between him and Captain America, but he believed his father had died at the Winter Soldier's hands, so he had come to avenge him.

At that moment, Iron Man spoke.

"Ross told me to arrest you within thirty-six hours. Twenty-four have already passed. Can't you cooperate a little?"

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

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

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

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

Seeing their positions, Captain America understood. His actions had never escaped the calculations of his old comrades.

They had been waiting for him here all along.

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

Whoosh—

A figure jumped out from the side.

It was Peter.

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

He had been hiding behind a car.

The mission Iron Man had assigned him was to take Captain America's shield as soon as the battle began.

So that was exactly what he did.

Whoosh—

A strand of web shot out and stuck right to the shield in Captain America's hand.

Then Peter yanked hard.

Captain America instinctively tried to pull it back, but he was not as strong as Peter and had no choice but to let go.

Peter caught the shield with his right hand, his body spinning through the air, while he still had enough spare attention to fire a web shot at Captain America's hand.

Duang!

The web shot struck Captain America's hand and burst open, forming a small pair of web handcuffs that bound him.

"Good job, kid," Iron Man praised.

"Thanks, thanks for the compliment. But I think I could've made that landing look even cooler," Peter said with a grin. "Oh, right, Mr. Stark, could you stop calling me Pajama Baby? Look, I'm not wearing pajamas now."

"Can we discuss nicknames later?"

"Okay," Peter said, looking curiously at Captain America, so excited that he began rambling incoherently. "Hello, Captain, nice to meet you. I see you all the time in gym class, but this is my first time seeing you in person. You're my fan—no, I'm your idol—no, that's not right..."