You Have Gradually Grasped the Ways of Officialdom

Sure enough, it was an item on the same level as the Decay-Rate Algorithm manuscript.

Peter was quite satisfied with that number, so he chose to sacrifice it without the slightest hesitation.

Buzz!

The next second, the suit he had been holding vanished into thin air before the very eyes of Black Braised Egg, Natasha, Coulson, and Captain America himself!

This was, of course, a deliberate choice on Peter's part.

Sure enough, Black Braised Egg was visibly shaken by this little "trump card" of his.

At that moment, Black Braised Egg's single eye was practically popping out of its socket.

That was... spatial ability?!

This guy not only knew magic bullets and healing magic, but had even mastered spatial magic?!

Hiss~ Can't provoke him, can't provoke him!

If Black Braised Egg had merely been resigned before, then now he was completely despairing.

He no longer dared to dream of controlling Peter.

What if he made this little demon unhappy, and he tore open space to stab him in the back... Wouldn't he have nowhere to cry?

With that thought, Black Braised Egg instantly performed a Sichuan opera face change.

He immediately became obedient and begged for mercy!

"Alright, the deal is complete."

As though he had not noticed everyone's strange looks, Peter lazily stretched and said:

"It's getting late. I should head home and get some rest. Natasha, give me a ride."

His tone was perfectly natural, as if he were ordering around his personal chauffeur.

Natasha parted her red lips, about to say something, but Black Braised Egg beat her to it, speaking in an almost fawning tone:

"No problem!"

"Agent Natasha, you must ensure that Lord Arbiter gets home safely! From now on, your top priority will be coordinating with Lord Arbiter and fulfilling his requests!"

After saying all that, he did not forget to turn to Peter and desperately make his presence known:

"Lord Arbiter, if you need anything in the future, just say the word. We at S.H.I.E.L.D. guarantee our full cooperation!"

Looking at Black Braised Egg's ingratiating smile, as though if Peter slapped his left cheek, he would immediately offer up his right cheek as well—

Captain America's double chin nearly squeezed itself out in disgust. Now I know how this Black man became director.

Peter, meanwhile, smiled and patted Black Braised Egg on the shoulder, giving him a rare word of approval:

"Very good, Black Braised Egg. I see you've gradually grasped the ways of officialdom!"

On the way home, urgent police sirens could be heard drawing closer from afar.

Though the windows were closed, Peter's exceptional hearing still caught the keyword "Ghost Spider."

Peter turned to look out the window.

On the side of a tall building, Gwen was fighting someone clad in a purple suit and wearing steel-clawed gloves.

Noticing Peter's gaze, Natasha tactfully switched the car radio to an internal police channel:

"...The criminal in the purple suit calls himself the 'Prowler.' He just robbed a jewelry store, but Ghost Spider stopped him. Sir, should we open fire?"

Prowler?

Peter instinctively raised an eyebrow at the title.

It reminded him of the uncle from a parallel universe who had been sacrificed to kick off little Black Spider-Man's growth.

But he quickly shook his head, and an almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

This Prowler's suit looked crude and ridiculous, clearly a cheap homemade knockoff. He was completely different from the Prowler who worked under Kingpin in the movie.

More importantly, even if he really had a nephew named Miles, so what?

The genetically modified spiders in Osborn Group had already been completely destroyed by Norman Osborn at Peter's suggestion.

Peter had watched Norman deal with them himself. Not a single one had escaped.

Without those spiders, unless someone could make use of Gwen's existing genes, it would be impossible for a new Spider-Man to be born in this universe.

"That Ghost Spider... is your childhood sweetheart, Gwen Stacy, right?"

Natasha's tone was calm as she drove, as though she were merely making small talk.

Yet the hand gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly without her noticing.

"Mm-hm."

Peter gave a noncommittal shrug, tacitly admitting it.

In the rearview mirror, Gwen used her nimble movements to kick Prowler to the ground, then wrapped him up like a dumpling with webbing before grabbing him by the collar and quickly carrying him away.

A faint smile unconsciously appeared on Peter's face.

He had not paid attention to Gwen for only a few days, yet the little girl's superhero career was already flourishing!

Perhaps in a while, he could reveal his true identity to her.

But where had she learned that bizarre habit of taking people away after subduing them?

Oh, she learned it from me. Then it's fine.

Natasha noticed the smile lingering at the corner of Peter's lips and instinctively glanced back at Ghost Spider.

For some reason, a hint of envy rose in her heart.

To have such a powerful man watching over her from the shadows at all times... What a fortunate little girl!

The next morning.

Peter did not take the school bus as usual.

Instead, he silently followed Uncle Ben as he left for work.

Just as Uncle Ben's battered old car left the neighborhood where he lived, a low-profile black sedan quietly followed behind it.

As though he had noticed Peter's attention, the black sedan's window rolled down, revealing a broad smiling face—it was Phil Coulson, whose hair loss Peter had cured.

Seeing the reassuring mouth shape Coulson made at him, Peter nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed Black Braised Egg had truly become obedient. He would no longer need to worry about Uncle Ben and May's safety while they were at work.

After chatting with Gwen for a while about "Ghost Spider Versus Prowler" and thoroughly satisfying the little girl's vanity, the day passed just like that.

He had only just parted with Gwen at her doorstep when Peter received a call from Herman:

"Boss, I've made the downgraded battery you wanted!"

Peter's eyes lit up at those words. He immediately turned into an alley and pressed a button on his watch.

Buzz~

A streak of black light shot into the sky and hovered steadily before Peter—it was the Flying Skateboard.

After changing into his gear, Peter stepped onto the Flying Skateboard and headed straight for Herman's rented little apartment.

"Boss, take a look!" Herman's face was brimming with pride inside the apartment.

"This battery is the same size as an ordinary phone battery, but it holds over twenty thousand milliamp-hours of charge! That's a full ten times more than a normal phone battery!"

"And, following your requirements, I specifically designed dedicated fast-charging technology for it. It can be fully charged in under half an hour!"

After checking the numbers on the multimeter and confirming that Herman was telling the truth, Peter nodded in satisfaction.

With this battery technology, his smartphone plan could finally be put on the agenda.

With that thought, Peter did not hesitate. He immediately took Herman and the finished battery straight to Norman Osborn's manor...