Just Playing, Don't Take It Seriously

Iron Man's face darkened. "That's not what I wanted you to say."

Peter waved. "Hi, everyone."

Iron Man: Fine. Fine. So that's how you want to play it?

The look in someone's eyes when they wanted to stab a person was impossible to hide.

Right now, Iron Man wanted to stab Peter.

Peter pretended not to notice.

He wasn't stupid.

Combining his earlier talk with Iron Man and the scene when the two sides had met just now, he had more or less figured out the situation.

This was no longer just about the Sokovia Accords.

Now, Captain America's side wanted to do something, but Iron Man's side either didn't believe that was what they intended to do or simply didn't care. They only wanted to bring them back first, while Captain America's side believed the matter was urgent and had to be handled first.

That was why the two sides had come into conflict.

Put simply, this was a civil war.

Their own people fighting their own people.

Anyone who took it seriously would only end up pleasing neither side and being hated by everyone.

So Peter simply relaxed and treated this as a chance to make himself known.

Besides, he hadn't been wrong.

While he did genuinely like Iron Man, he was also a Captain America fan.

The school often played Captain America videos. During PE class, they showed videos of Captain America encouraging people to exercise; if someone got detention for making mistakes at school, they showed videos of Captain America giving earnest lectures. Captain America was everywhere in daily life.

In a sense, he had become a source of spiritual support for many people.

Especially countless young people like Peter.

That was easy enough to understand.

Since the beginning of the new century, superpowered individuals had emerged one after another, and all kinds of incidents had happened constantly.

First came Hulk and Abomination. They fought in streets and plazas, even exchanging fire with the military, causing enormous panic among the public.

Then Thor arrived and fought the Destroyer, destroying an entire town.

After that, Loki brought the Chitauri army to New York. The battle even involved nuclear weapons. Many streets were destroyed, and countless people died.

Then there was Sokovia's collapse caused by Ultron.

Every single one of those events had continuously frayed ordinary people's nerves.

Every incident told them the same thing: this world was unsafe!

So they needed a pillar of support.

And the Avengers alone were not enough to serve as that pillar.

Iron Man was too distant from ordinary people, War Machine belonged to the military and was unsuitable for public appearances, while Black Widow and Hawkeye were not powerful enough.

Taking everything into consideration, Captain America, the former war hero, became their choice.

A positive image, historical credentials, official backing, no family or friends to rely on and easy to control—the benefits of elevating Captain America were simply too numerous.

In short, compared to those "old friends" of theirs, this "newcomer" and "little kid" was nothing more than an outsider.

Peter decided to treat this as a trial.

Neither side would go for the kill anyway, so this was the perfect chance to trade blows with these superheroes and see just how strong he was now.

While Peter was calculating in his head, Iron Man and Captain America started going at each other again.

It was obvious that Iron Man was furious.

He accused, "Are you an idiot? You dragged Clint into this? And you pulled Wanda out of the place where she was staying just fine? I've been trying. Trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart!"

Yet in the face of Iron Man's accusation, Captain America merely said calmly, "The moment you signed the Accords, the Avengers were already torn apart."

Captain America's stubbornness enraged Iron Man, but he knew anger could not solve the problem now.

He could only take a deep breath and suppress the fury in his heart. "Enough! Hand over Barnes and come back with us, now! Otherwise, the ones coming to deal with you will be the special forces! They won't show you any mercy."

As he spoke, his tone softened again.

"Please."

Iron Man still did not want years of friendship to end like this.

He had met Captain America eight years ago. Eight years ago, they had fought together in the Battle of New York against the Chitauri invasion. They had been comrades who had faced life and death together.

They had also had plenty of contact in the years afterward.

He had few true friends, and Captain America was one of them. He truly did not want to lose a friend.

Nor did he want that friend to go down the wrong path.

At that moment, Falcon's small twin-wing reconnaissance drone found the true target of their mission—the Quinjet.

Falcon immediately relayed the information to Captain America.

The corners of Captain America's mouth lifted slightly. On one hand, he had been talking to Iron Man because he genuinely wanted to try persuading him. On the other hand, he had been stalling for time.

And now that Iron Man could not be persuaded and the Quinjet had been found, there was no need to keep wasting time!

Captain America raised the hands bound by Peter's webbing over his head.

Whoosh—

An arrow flew in from the distance.

Hawkeye had made his move!

The arrow shot precisely between Captain America's hands. Its immense momentum and sharp arrowhead instantly sliced through the webbing.

Captain America was free again!

Just then.

Peter frowned slightly as a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart!

Where was it?

"The shield!"

Peter abruptly lowered his head and came face-to-face with a humanoid figure standing on the shield, no bigger than an ant.

"What the f—" Ant-Man was a little dumbfounded. He had not expected Peter's senses to be so sharp. He had only just climbed up, yet he had already been discovered.

What he did not know was that even Peter had only just realized that his senses had become sharper.

Perhaps this was another benefit he had gained from Shadow Spider-Man.

His Spider-Sense used to fail nine times out of ten. Now it only failed seven times out of ten.

Well, that was quite an improvement.

This Spider-Sense was not the kind that reacted to lethal danger, but rather the kind for "non-dangerous situations" like this.

"Hey, are you with Captain America too?" Peter still had the leisure to greet Ant-Man.

"I-I'm a dirty thing, kid!" Ant-Man's eyes rolled as he grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and enlarged himself at the same time.

Peter was indeed startled by that move.

It was his first time seeing someone who could grow larger and smaller.

"Th-this, this is a dirty thing? What kind of ghost are you?" Peter gripped the shield tightly with one hand while catching the foot Ant-Man had kicked at him with the other.

Ant-Man ended up in an awkward position: one hand still braced against the shield, one foot held by Peter, his back facing down as half his body dangled in the air.

Captain America:

Iron Man:

Are you two sure you didn't come here to be comedians?

"Ahem, this is an accident. K-kid—pfft, Pajama Baby, could you put me down?"

Peter tightened his grip slightly, smiling without any warmth. "My name is Spider-Man, not Pajama Baby."

"Okay, okay, Spider-Man," Ant-Man said, wildly waving both hands in the air. "Mr. Spider-Man, could you put me down? This is really too embarrassing."

"Fine, I'll put you down," Peter said, tossing Ant-Man away.