Yang Ming set down his wineglass.
His languid gaze turned cold.
Boom!
Four miniature missiles streaked toward Peter Parker, trailing flames.
Peter closed his eyes.
But the searing pain he expected never came.
Instead, a terrifying blast of air erupted in front of him!
Bang!
Peter opened his eyes, and the sight left him stunned.
Somehow, a man in an Armani suit had appeared in front of him, his back turned.
The man barely moved. He simply raised his right leg, his leather shoe whipping through the air at an impossible speed and slamming into all four missiles!
Boom, boom, boom!
That single kick actually forced all four missiles to change direction!
They traced four arcs through the air, hurtling backward and crashing into the chests of the four Iron Soldiers!
Amid the explosions, the four robots became fireballs, scattering parts and metal fragments everywhere.
Peter stared blankly at the man's back, utterly dumbfounded.
"D-Doctor Yang?" Peter stammered.
Yang Ming turned around, adjusted his Gold-Rimmed Glasses, and brushed some nonexistent dust off his suit.
"Not bad, kid. But next time you save someone, remember to leave yourself a way out."
Yang Ming glanced up at the Iron Soldiers in the sky and sneered.
"Sister Lie," Yang Ming called calmly.
"Here, boss."
Retsu Unohana had already appeared beside Yang Ming. She undid her braid, letting her long hair spread in the wind.
Her gentle eyes turned cold and bloodthirsty.
"Don't make too much of a scene. Remember to preserve the core components. Stark's paying by the unit."
"Understood, boss."
Retsu Unohana smiled gently, resting her slender fingers on the thick braid hanging over her chest.
She gave it a gentle tug.
The hair tie drifted down, and her long black hair danced in the wild night wind of Flushing Meadows Park.