"Mr. Beck, I'm so glad you're okay. You have no idea how happy I was when I learned through Edith that you hadn't died and were still at the bar..."
Parker chattered away, taking credit for Strange being able to find Beck, claiming it was all thanks to him.
So hurry up and praise him!
Beck kept a dark expression and did not want to speak. For some reason, among all the superheroes in the hall, he felt terrified looking at any of them, yet he felt no pressure at all when facing Parker.
He even felt a sense of superiority.
"Mr. Beck, what were you doing at the bar?"
"Drowning my sorrows."
Beck remained expressionless and had no desire to deal with Parker. Sitting among a group of superheroes, he risked being exposed at any moment. All he wanted now was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Just as he was thinking that, a voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Hello, Mysterio. I'm Scott Lang. Just call me Ant-Man."
"Hello, I'm... Mysterio."
Beck did not want to say that, but what else could he do? He could only keep pretending.
"I've seen your combat records. Amazing magic, so cool..."
Like Parker, Scott was the chatty, goofy type. Once he opened his mouth, he did not stop.
Sitting between them, Beck's ears suffered terribly, and his taut nerves were on the verge of breaking.
Then his heart suddenly trembled, because Doctor Strange had looked over with great interest upon hearing the word "magic."
The meaning on his face was simple: Don't leave after school. Let's settle this on the playground.
"You're mistaken. That wasn't magic. It was a combination of technology and superpowers... Yes, that's right."
Beck immediately corrected Scott. As a superhero, Scott could not spout