Ever since they had driven Dormammu back at Kamar-Taj.
Pietro, having awakened his superpowers, had become a superhero on the streets of New York.
His codename was "Quicksilver," and he upheld justice after school.
By now, Quicksilver had gained quite a reputation in New York.
It was said that during the days when Kingpin had mysteriously vanished a month ago, he had taken out several Kingpin hideouts.
Peter Parker also knew about this street hero.
But he clearly disagreed with Pietro's views intensely.
Specifically—
At the dining table, he sat across from Pietro, his mouth stuffed full of sea bass, yet his eyes remained fixed on Pietro in open opposition.
Meanwhile—
Natasha and Aunt May were having a wonderful conversation.
As a super agent, Natasha's skill at handling interpersonal relationships was unquestionably exceptional.
Every word she said landed right within Aunt May's comfort zone.
By the end of the meal, Aunt May already regarded Natasha as a kindred spirit.
She even took the initiative to suggest washing the dishes together, telling Peter and his older brother and sisters to go play properly in the living room.
That made Leon stop just as he was about to use Scourgify to clean the table.
Natasha raised an eyebrow and gathered the dishes. "Actually, we have a dishwasher, so there's no need to go to all that trouble."
Though she said that, she still joined Aunt May in chasing everyone else out of the dining room.
"Looks like Natasha likes your Aunt May too, Peter." Leon gently scraped Peter's nose with a finger.
Peter blinked. "That's great! Aunt May is the best person in the world!"
"Oh? Really? Didn't you say at the table that Iron Man was the best person?" Pietro shoved his big face right up to Peter.
"That's different! Iron