Picking on Peter was one of John's few pastimes.
After all, he was the future Spider-Man. If John didn't pick on him, was he supposed to let someone else do it?
According to the law of conservation of energy, as long as John picked on him enough, the chances of Peter getting picked on in the future would drop dramatically.
"This is all part of your father's painstaking care."
For a moment, John felt truly great.
Only Shang-Chi looked at him as though he wanted to say something but couldn't.
It's one thing to fool other people, but how did you manage to fool yourself too?
After his brief stint as a landlord, John returned to his days in the laboratory.
His control over the Destroyer Armor had now gone well beyond the basics.
John snapped his fingers, and the Destroyer Armor's faceplate opened.
A searing Energy Beam struck the target.
His authority over the Destroyer was now about the same as Loki's had been back then.
Dispersing the Golden Rune, John mused, "I've probably unlocked about twenty percent of the Destroyer Armor's permissions."
He looked at the Casket of Ancient Winters, then let his gaze drift over to two other objects.
One was the serum he had found at Satan's Mansion. The other was the Pym Particles he had obtained in a trade with Fury.
In Marvel, there were always a few things that made people question whether Earth, supposedly so backward, really was backward at all.
Take Pym Particles, for example. While Chitauri technology had reached the point of invading other planets, these could shrink and enlarge people.
They would even become a crucial tool in the future.
Technology this far beyond the ordinary was even more powerful than Chitauri technology.
"I remember Dad owning shares in Pym