Here was what happened.
During the Great Depression era, mergers were all the rage, and social wealth became increasingly concentrated in the hands of a few.
As a result, society's purchasing power declined, causing an increase in goods in circulation and difficulties in exporting capital, which further triggered problems such as overproduction and excess capital.
Problems like overproduction led to massive unemployment and layoffs among workers.
When people lost their jobs, they had no money to pay rent, so rents had to fall.
To ensure their income, landlords of these dilapidated buildings crammed in more tenants.
And so, the situation grew worse and worse.
With more people falling behind on rent every month, the landlords' businesses became harder and harder to sustain.
But they could not sell the buildings either, because no one wanted a rundown apartment block whose hallways were packed with people.
So, a fire broke out and engulfed the entire decrepit apartment building.
The result of the fire was this: the landlord walked away safely with a hefty payout from the insurance company, while the tenants were left homeless once more. A little girl also died in it. In this dark age, who knew whether that counted as fortunate or unfortunate.
When Shadow Spider-Man learned of this and wanted to tell the police the full story, Yuri told him that doing so was meaningless.
Because too many people had been involved: police officers, insurance companies, investigators, gangs, and landlords.
It was an enormous chain of interests.
And in Peter's eyes, Toomes was one of those people as well.
Though Toomes spoke with righteous conviction, claiming it was all to resist oppression and carve out a way to survive.
In reality, he was merely building his own relief on the suffering of others.
Worst of all, the people onto whom he shifted that suffering were not the "enemies" he claimed to oppose, but people trapped in misery just like he once had been.
The ones who had driven him into hardship were Damage Control and Stark Industries.
If he truly dared to fight them, Peter would at least praise him as a real man.
But in truth, this guy merely stole scraps that Damage Control did not even care about, carrying out a few harmless little "acts of revenge."
Then, he sold those dangerous weapons to gangs active throughout the city. Those gangs exchanged fire freely in the streets, inflicting both psychological and physical trauma on ordinary citizens.
What kind of fucking resistance was that?!
"Shut up!"
As though Peter had torn away the veil Toomes had always used to cover his face, Toomes froze for a moment before flying into a rage and charging at Peter.
His massive wings whipped up a piercing howl of wind as he came at him menacingly.
Meanwhile, Peter had no intention of dragging this out any longer.
He had already been out for a little too long today.
He had left in the afternoon. By the time he had traveled and investigated, then encountered The Punisher and Shocker in Hell's Kitchen, it had already been six or seven in the evening.
After that, he had waited another two hours. By the time the Hellhounds members and Shocker made their deal, it was nearly nine at night.
And by the time he reached this processing plant in Brooklyn, it was already around ten.
It would still take time to get back home to Queens from Brooklyn!
Luckily, Aunt May had gone out today and would not be coming back.
Otherwise, he had no idea how he would explain himself.
Even so, he had no intention of spending the night outside.
"Finish early, get home early!"
Peter darted out from behind a pillar and fired several web shots in rapid succession, striking several propellers on Toomes's metal wings.
These web shots had enhanced toughness.
The instant they burst, they glued all the propellers together, rendering them unable to move.
The metal wings instantly lost more than eighty percent of their power, leaving only a few small jet vents.
But those vents were mainly used for steering and could provide very little thrust.
In his panic, Toomes barely managed to activate the vents and adjust his direction, narrowly avoiding slamming headfirst into the wall.
At that moment, Peter attacked again.
He stuck a web to Toomes from behind and gave it a violent tug!
Toomes, who had been flying to the side, was yanked straight back.
"Ready to receive Spider-Man's warm greetings, Mr. Toomes?!"
Peter shouted as he leaped high into the air.
He drove a kick into Toomes's abdomen.
Urgh!
Even with the protection of his flight suit, Toomes was struck so hard that he retched violently, nearly losing his breath.
Peter flipped behind him, pressed one hand against the center of the metal wings, gripped a wing with the other, and tore with all his strength.
Screeeech—
Amid an earsplitting grind of metal and a shower of sparks, Peter actually ripped off half of the wing with his bare hands!
Peter repeated the process and tore off the other metal wing as well.
Now, Toomes had no ability to escape!
Afterward, Peter tied Toomes, Mason, Bryce, Schultz, and the others together, then thoughtfully called the police for them again.
This time, the police responded much faster than before.
Not long ago, Toomes had attacked the police vehicle transporting Bryce and Schultz, so they were currently searching the streets for signs of Toomes.
The moment they received the report, they immediately turned and drove this way.
As for Peter, he activated the recorder on his suit and filmed everything inside Toomes's weapons processing plant, then had Karen send the footage of his entire operation to Tony Stark.
With this, he should be able to become an official Avenger, right?
A fixed salary!
Benefits and allowances!
Technical support!
Peter could not help fantasizing about his wonderful future.
By then, he was already on his way home.
Distracted, he nearly crashed into cars or walls several times.
Luckily, Spider-Sense kept warning him, and every close call ended without incident.
But would everything truly end without incident?
As everyone knew, Peter Parker seemed to possess the constitution of an unlucky guy. All sorts of misfortunes always seemed to run into him for no reason.
For example, a certain 1994 Spider-Man who refused to reveal his world's number and was either taking the blame or on his way to take the blame.
Or a certain animated Ultimate Spider-Man who had somehow switched bodies with Wolverine.
And now, Peter was the unlucky guy.
When Peter got out of a passing car and arrived near his home, he discovered something terrifying.
The lights in his house were on!
The moment Peter pushed open the door, he saw Aunt May sitting imposingly on the sofa.
A pair of demon horns protruded from her head, and she held a fruit knife in her hand.
"Peter, could you please tell me what you were doing out so late at night? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, hehehe~"
Aunt May licked the fruit knife and revealed a kindly smile—
"Ah—" (Please imagine Ultimate Spider-Man's girlish scream.)
Peter stared at the room across from him in horror, his face deathly pale.
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