"Lies wouldn't show up in front of you." Tony took a glass from a passing waiter and had a sip. "That guy's being hunted all over the world."
"More than ten superheroes are watching for him."
"I'm sure it was him," Peter said hurriedly. "I saw his arm."
"Maybe that was just one of his doubles," Tony said. "After that plot that shocked the world, dozens of people pretending to be Lies popped up everywhere."
"Maybe they think it's exciting."
"But those weapons..."
"Damage Control has already traced the weapons to their source. They caught a few former Hydra members, and they admitted the weapons came from them."
Peter had nothing left to say. All he felt was disappointment.
He had thought he could help, but in the end, all his efforts had been for nothing.
Tony told him to focus on school. John would be happy to see him doing that, too.
Tony hung up.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. took control of the suit and flew away.
"Keep my feet on the ground. What does that even mean?"
Peter picked up the mask he had dropped on the ground. Just as he was about to leave,
he glanced at the slaughterhouse and saw a card sitting on a chair.
Peter walked over and picked it up.
"Prey."
Staring blankly at the card, Peter felt a chill creep over him.
It was him. It had to be him.
Lies.
Peter was certain that the person he had seen was Lies.
It was an instinct, but more than that, it was a sense of danger unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Only that madman who calculated everything would treat Spider-Man as prey.
Because he wanted to kill every superhero.
"I won't believe your lies again."
After what had happened, Peter's wariness of Lies