He Was Nervous

"Nice job, kid!" Iron Man praised.

When Ant-Man had appeared just now, he had thought the shield was about to be taken back. He hadn't expected Peter to react so quickly.

"What the hell is that thing? Is it really some kind of filthy creature? Did it crawl out of a picture book?" War Machine fired off a string of questions.

"Ahem, I'm not a filthy creature. Let me introduce myself—I'm Ant-Man." Ant-Man slowly climbed up from the ground and shot Peter a resentful look. "Kids these days have no respect for their elders."

"I'll respect you when you're old, Ant Uncle," Peter said, convinced he had never lost a battle of words.

Ant-Man said unhappily, "I'm not an ant. I'm Ant-Man, you spider."

"I'm not a spider. I'm Spider-Man."

Seeing the two of them about to start a verbal duel, Iron Man spoke up to stop them.

He had already located Captain America's other helpers through the thermal imaging system in his Iron Man Armor.

"There are two on the tarmac. One of them is Wanda. I'll go get her."

Captain America held out his hand to Peter for the shield. "Kid, can you give me the shield?"

Peter held the shield in his left hand and waved it around, grinning. "Sorry, but this shield feels pretty good in my hands. How about you let me hold onto it for now?"

Clang!

As he spoke, he shifted slightly to the side and raised the shield, blocking an arrow just as it came flying in.

"Nice," Iron Man praised him before turning and flying toward the tarmac. "Rhodey, you handle Captain."

Rhodey said, "There are two in the terminal—Wilson and Barnes."

"Barnes is mine!" The moment Black Panther heard that, he decisively ran toward the terminal.

Captain America's expression tightened slightly. Knowing he wouldn't be getting the shield anytime soon, he stopped hesitating and turned to chase after Black Panther.

Barnes was his good brother. Of course, he couldn't just stand by and watch Black Panther go after him.

But without the shield, Captain America's flesh-and-blood body was no match for Black Panther.

He quickly fell into a disadvantage.

If Black Panther hadn't been holding back, Captain America probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few moves.

"Then I'll go meet the famous Winter Soldier," Peter said, glancing at the scene below. It seemed he wasn't needed here for the moment.

Black Widow had already started fighting Ant-Man as well.

Everyone was pairing off and battling.

So Peter decisively left, firing a web line toward the terminal.

Before long, he found two people running along the second floor of the departure hall. One of them had a silver metal left arm.

With such a distinctive feature, he had to be the Winter Soldier!

Peter swung the shield directly, smashing the glass with its edge, then charged in after it.

"Whoa, what the hell are you?" Winter Soldier was startled.

Falcon took up a fighting stance. "These days, does everyone have some flashy gadget?"

Peter looked at Winter Soldier's arm and emphasized, "I'd say he's no different."

Winter Soldier looked at the shield in Peter's hand. "Are you sure you want to stop us?"

"I was asked to," Peter said with a shrug.

Winter Soldier said nothing more. He had never been much of a talker.

Boom!

Winter Soldier swung his metal arm at Peter.

Peter raised the shield and easily blocked the blow, barely feeling any force through his hand.

"Whoa, so this is a Vibranium Shield? Cool!"

Just then, his Spider-Sense sounded the alarm.

Peter suddenly pushed off and leaped into the air.

Whoosh—

A figure swept through the spot beneath him where he had been standing moments ago.

If he hadn't jumped, he would most likely have been grabbed and carried away.

His powerful dynamic vision let him make out the figure at a glance.

It was Falcon!

But Falcon had entered combat mode now, with a pair of metal wings extending from his back.

"Whoa, he has a metal arm, and you have metal wings. You've got some nerve calling me flashy?" Peter aimed behind Falcon and fired a web line.

Falcon dodged it with a nimble evasive maneuver.

Then he launched several micro-missiles in return.

Such straightforward attacks posed no difficulty for Peter. He merely pretended to take a step aside and avoided every one of them.

That's right, pretended.

Judging from the level of warning from his Spider-Sense, as well as the trajectories he had estimated after taking a glance, those micro-missiles couldn't possibly hit him. At most, they were just a warning.

Sure enough, everyone had a tacit understanding that they were "playing."

Of course, Peter was actually quite interested in playing along.

Whoosh—

Another web line shot out.

But Falcon dodged it again.

Peter scratched his head and looked at the shield in his hand with some annoyance.

If he had fired webs from both hands just now, he could have cut off Falcon's movement options. He wouldn't have been able to dodge so easily.

Sure enough, Spider-Man shouldn't be playing around with shields.

Peter's eyes rolled. "Here you go!"

He tossed the shield, sending it hurtling toward Winter Soldier below.

Winter Soldier was startled. He raised his hand to catch the shield, only to be shoved back several steps by the enormous force behind it.

Having successfully gotten rid of the shield, Peter once again seriously exchanged moves with Falcon.

The space above the departure hall was actually fairly open for someone like Peter.

But for Falcon, who was wearing mechanical metal wings, it was a little too cramped.

Many of his movements were restricted as a result.

Peter quickly noticed that and made use of it.

As Falcon dodged a thick steel beam, Peter predicted his position and fired a web shot, directly sticking it to the power gears of Falcon's mechanical wings.

Click, click.

After turning a few times, the gears were tangled up by the tough webbing.

Falcon fell straight out of the air.

Peter had originally wanted to save him, but seeing that the height wasn't even enough to injure him, he did nothing.

Falcon landed on the ground and quickly got back up, extending a hand as he prepared to attack Peter with his equipment again.

But Peter had already predicted his movement.

Whoosh, whoosh! Two web lines shot out, one from each side, tying Falcon's hands directly to the railing.

"Are your wings made of carbon fiber? No wonder the stiffness-to-elasticity ratio is so good."

"Do you spin that web yourself?"

"Uh, of course not. Actually, I wish I could spin webs myself. It'd be so convenient. Then I wouldn't have to secretly—cough, cough—during class," Peter said, awkwardly defending himself.

Falcon was speechless. "Kid, have you never been in a fight? We don't usually talk this much nonsense while fighting."

"Nonsense, of course I've fought before!" Peter recalled the several battles he had experienced in Shadow Spider-Man's world, then realized the difference between them.

Back in that world, that version of him had actually been a fusion of himself and Shadow Spider-Man, so his methods had been more decisive and his mentality more mature.

But this one was the complete him.

He said so much nonsense for no other reason than because... he was nervous!