No one cared about his superhero identity.
At this moment, in people's eyes, Peter Parker was just an underage boy standing between them and the butcher's blade from space.
They ached for him, for bearing a weight no one his age should have had to bear.
But on the preparation platform, the real experts had spotted something.
Tony's tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.
"This kid... has something."
"What do you mean, Stark?" Thor asked in confusion. "Peter has been taking hits the whole time. He hasn't even had a chance to fight back. That Titanian is far stronger than Peter physically."
"Look closer, Sparkles." Tony brought up Peter's evasion route map, enlarging the holographic projection in midair.
"Peter isn't running blindly. Every time he dodges, the unnecessary movements are getting smaller."
Steve had also seen through it and nodded approvingly. "He's adapting to Starfox's speed and strength, dragging his opponent into his own rhythm."
"Don't worry." Homelander turned to the others. "He's one of Vought Vanguard Academy's best students. He knows what he's doing. All we need to do is trust him."
Meanwhile, the situation in the arena was quietly changing.
Just as Tony had said, Peter had completely found his rhythm.
"Hey, buddy, your aim is terrible!"
"Need me to recommend New York's best eye doctor? Vought hospitals can give you a twenty percent discount!"
Peter hung upside down between two buildings, shouting at Eros in midair.
Eros's expression shifted slightly.
He had been pursuing Peter for nearly twenty minutes. Though Titanians possessed abundant stamina, this string of fruitless attacks was beginning to irritate him.
What irritated him most was that the other guy's mouth had not stopped for even a second.
"You're like a noisy fly, Peter," Eros replied coldly, diving down again.
"A fly? Come on, I'm