New York, Queens.
Ever since a spider had bitten Peter six months ago, he had become a new hero.
Perhaps he was following someone's example, or perhaps it was the kindness in his heart.
He had chosen to help.
He was gradually beginning to understand what John had told him.
With great power came great responsibility.
When he saw people in trouble and did nothing to help, he felt uneasy.
But John had taught him more than just that. There was something else, too.
Thinking of May, he sometimes asked himself, Was this the right thing to do?
The young boy was not yet mature enough. He could only vaguely grasp a little of what John had wanted to tell him.
He could not truly understand everything John had meant during that conversation.
"See you tomorrow, Sean."
"Oh, Peter."
Shang-Chi called Peter back. He had already gone from high school to college.
His grades were excellent.
The peaceful life he had led over the years had almost made him forget he still had a father.
After leaving the Ten Rings, he had come to this unfamiliar city and met his landlord, John.
John had also taught him many things, including how to control his strength.
Shang-Chi had grown more mature, and his face bore some resemblance to his father's.
"You'd better learn to control your strength," Shang-Chi said quietly. "Don't let your emotions control you."
"Thanks, Sean." Peter's gratitude was heartfelt.
Shang-Chi was the only person who knew Peter's identity.
He had discovered it by accident.
Although Shang-Chi had not joined the Masked Vigilantes or the Street Heroes, he occasionally helped when he came across trouble.
An unlucky woman had been robbed, and the two of them had happened to cross paths.
At the time, Shang-Chi had not known it