Taking Spider-Man's Punch Bare-Handed!

Vision had lost an arm, while Scarlet Witch was hanging in midair.

The two strongest magical damage dealers in the Avengers had not lasted even one round against Ren.

The scene had completely frozen.

Steve and Tony's groups all stared blankly at Ren, floating in midair. They could neither leave nor stay, and the awkwardness was unbearable.

"Anyone else want to get beaten up?"

Ren looked down at the so-called superheroes, his tone filled with impatience.

"You're supposed to be people who have protected the Earth. Instead of dealing with villains, what are you doing here starting an internal fight?"

Ren genuinely thought there was something wrong with these people's heads.

With all this free time, couldn't they go destroy a few of Hydra's remaining bases? Why come all the way to the entrance of Kamar-Taj to fight among themselves like rabid dogs?

Tony and Steve exchanged a glance, and both saw deep helplessness in the other's eyes.

Fight? With what?

Even if they all tied themselves together, they still wouldn't be enough for Ren to crush with one hand. How were they supposed to keep fighting?

Just as both sides were preparing to call it quits—

"Whoosh!"

A sudden whistle split the sky.

A strand of white Silk shot out from the woods in the distance and stuck precisely to the tree trunk beside Ren.

Immediately afterward, a figure in a red-and-blue bodysuit swung through the air like a pendulum and charged straight at Ren.

"Let go of Mr. Stark's friend!"

A slightly immature voice rang out in midair.

It was Spider-Man, Peter Parker!

In this Avengers Civil War, both sides had called in outside help. Steve had brought in Ant-Man, while Tony had gone to Queens and tricked the newly debuted Spider-Man into joining him.

Peter had been