A golden Portal opened in the middle of the living room, and Lin Hai was the first to step through.
He walked over to the sofa and flopped down, sinking into its softness. He reached up and removed the black mask from his face, setting it on the coffee table before letting out a long breath.
Gwen followed behind him and sat beside him, taking off her white mask and placing it neatly next to Lin Hai's.
Peter emerged from the Portal, pushing his Spider-Man mask up as he walked. He pulled off the headpiece and casually tossed it onto the sofa, then leaped into another couch.
"Tonight was incredible!" He sprawled out with his limbs spread wide, staring up at the ceiling. "It felt like one of those big sci-fi movie battles. Unmanned Iron Soldiers, missiles, machine guns, explosions, and aerial races—"
He suddenly sat upright, his eyes sparkling. "What if I bring a portable camera next time and record everything that happens? Then..."
He propped his chin on his hand and struck a thoughtful pose. "Spider-Man, war correspondent. That sounds pretty good too~"
Harry had just stepped out of the Portal and was about to head down to the basement to remove his armor. Hearing Peter, he stopped and turned around to look at him.
In a thoroughly disdainful tone, he said, "Then, Spider-Man the war correspondent, answer me one question."
Peter blinked. "What question?"
"Have you considered what the footage would look like with your method of movement?"
Peter froze for a moment. "My method of movement? Up in the air... uh..."
His voice gradually faded. The expression on his face shifted from contemplation to realization, then finally settled into embarrassment.
Clearly, he had realized it.
For him, swinging through the city or across a battlefield with