What Are You Babbling About?!

Black Braised Egg, used to throwing his weight around, panted furiously.

He was already plotting how to "deal with" this high schooler who did not know his place.

For example, he could pretend to agree to his terms, then quietly take control of his guardians.

He would first drive the little brat to despair, then make a heroic entrance and "rescue" his guardians.

That way, the kid would understand how high the sky was and how thick the earth was, while tearfully thanking him and bowing his head in submission.

Black Braised Egg had risen to the position of S.H.I.E.L.D. director; the number of shady things he had done was far more than one or two.

Pulling a stunt like this gave him no sense of guilt whatsoever!

"Coulson, compile all information on Peter Parker's guardians, relatives, and friends for me!"

The moment Natasha heard that, she knew Black Braised Egg was definitely up to no good.

Before meeting Peter, she would not have found anything wrong with such behavior.

After all, this was how she had been taught all her life—any "collateral damage" could be ignored in pursuit of an objective.

But now, perhaps the return of her ovaries and uterus, along with the removal of the psychotropic drugs, had awakened the maternal instincts buried deep inside her.

Or perhaps Peter's powerful resolve when he wanted to protect his family had deeply shaken her. As she stared at Fury's profile, the more she looked, the more she felt that Black Braised Egg had a thoroughly detestable face. He did not look like a good person.

With that thought in mind, Natasha hesitated for a moment before ultimately making a decision that went against her identity.

"Director, I must remind you that Peter Parker's abilities far exceed your imagination. What he displayed in the video was merely the tip of the iceberg."

Black Braised Egg turned around impatiently, his lone eye sweeping toward Natasha.

"Other than being a little stronger and being able to repair inorganic objects, what else can he do?"

"He..." Natasha took a deep breath before speaking.

"He can also heal human bodies, even regenerate severed limbs!"

The instant he heard that, Black Braised Egg's expression changed.

His guess had been right. That little brat really could repair human bodies!

If that was the case, not only could the Captain be saved, but he himself could enjoy lasting health in the future!

Agents crippled during missions would no longer need to be immediately dismissed!

It could be said that as long as he got hold of Peter Parker, he could turn every S.H.I.E.L.D. subordinate into a nuclear-powered workhorse!

He could even use Peter Parker's abilities to accumulate even greater political capital for himself!

Which of those old politicians did not have some serious illness?

If Peter healed them... what an enormous favor that would be!

With those favors in hand, would S.H.I.E.L.D. not be able to do whatever it wanted from now on?

At that thought, the anger in Black Braised Egg's heart was instantly replaced by greed, and even his gaze immediately became clear.

If that kid really was so miraculous, agreeing to his little demands would not be impossible.

However... he absolutely could not let the kid achieve his goal so easily.

He still needed to test him first. He had to bargain him down as ruthlessly as possible, or else how would he recruit other "Avengers" after setting Peter as a precedent?

"Natasha..." Fury's voice became unusually low, as though he had once again resumed the image of a wise and capable leader.

"Once school is over, bring him here immediately. I want to have a proper talk with the child."

Natasha rolled her eyes inwardly, but obediently replied.

"Yes, Director."

Night had deepened, and the city lights had just begun to glow.

Peter had only just stepped outside after settling things with Uncle Ben and Aunt May when he saw Natasha leaning against the door of a black SUV, waiting for him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Peter got into the car and followed Natasha all the way to the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, the corners of his lips curled into an imperceptible smile.

Sheep pen, here I come!

In the office, Black Braised Egg had been monitoring Peter's every move through the surveillance cameras.

Seeing him look around like a country bumpkin, Black Braised Egg could not help but reveal a disdainful smile.

A little brat was still just a little brat. Nothing to worry about!

Thinking this, he subconsciously adjusted his clothes. The instant Peter entered, he released the oppressive aura of someone long accustomed to authority, trying to pressure him.

Unfortunately, Peter acted as though he felt nothing at all.

The moment he saw Black Braised Egg, he even frowned slightly and could not help asking Natasha.

"No way. The renowned director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is actually a—"

Hearing the forbidden word that had nearly slipped out, Natasha and Coulson, who stood nearby, barely managed to keep straight faces.

The two of them mentally recalled every saddest thing that had ever happened in their lives before they finally said with forced annoyance.

"Do not be disrespectful to the Director."

Meanwhile, Black Braised Egg's eye flew wide open at Peter's casual jab, and the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly with rage.

He had lived for so many years, held a position of great power, and controlled the world's most mysterious and powerful intelligence organization. When had he ever suffered such face-to-face humiliation?

Black Braised Egg nearly lost his temper on the spot, but considering Peter's abilities, he ultimately forced down the anger in his heart. He even had to squeeze out a smile uglier than crying and pretended to be magnanimous.

"In fact, Black people in modern society have made great achievements in every field. There is nothing wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D. having a Black director—"

Before he could finish, Peter interrupted him.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not here to discuss that with you. You only need to tell me whether you can agree to my demands."

A cross-shaped vein popped up on Black Braised Egg's forehead. He had about had enough of this irritating little punk.

He snorted coldly, deciding that he should first show this little brat some muscle.

"Peter, I can understand your current mindset. It is normal for adolescents who suddenly gain great power to start looking down on everyone else."

"But you need to understand that this world is nowhere near as simple as you imagine! There are many things in this world that you simply cannot resolve on your own!"

"For example, without my permission, do you really think you can walk out of S.H.I.E.L.D. alive—"

"What are you babbling about?"

Once again, before Black Braised Egg could finish speaking, Peter rudely cut him off.

Buzz~

He spread open his right hand, and violent energy rapidly gathered in his palm!

This was no longer just an ordinary Rasengan.

Peter did not deliberately control the Rasengan's form. Instead, he allowed the chakra within his body to pour into it madly.

As chakra flooded in, the rapidly spinning blue sphere of energy in his hand expanded at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it had become a gigantic energy sphere more than a meter in diameter.

The terrifying energy fluctuations made the energy detectors around them emit shrill beeping alarms!

Even more terrifyingly, the thing was still expanding!

Meeting the horrified gazes of Natasha, Black Braised Egg, and Coulson as though they were looking at a monster, Peter grinned, revealing an innocent and sunny smile.

"I'm leaving now. Try stopping me."