"You want to help the little guy, do your part. Make the world a better place and all that, right?"
After a silence, Tony spoke again.
"Y-yes, that's it. Helping... the little guy." Peter nodded repeatedly. "That's, that's exactly it."
The boy sat there, still a little stiff, his back hunched, not even daring to look the people around him in the eye.
Peter knew he was still immature, and his ideas were simple. Before he gained these superpowers, he had been the most ordinary of high school students, barely noticeable at school and even rather clumsy. People mocked him as a nerd who did nothing but study and nicknamed him "Insignificant Parker."
He knew he could never become a superhero like Iron Man, Captain America, or Batman. He wasn't that amazing. But... At least, he thought, I can use my abilities to help ordinary people, to do little things within my power.
Things like catching thieves, stopping robbers, finding lost wallets, settling disputes, rescuing kittens stuck in trees, helping old ladies cross the street...
He couldn't accomplish earth-shattering feats, so he would keep his feet on the ground and take care of the little things around him. Superheroes were busy fighting terrorist organizations, saving the world, repelling alien invasions, and facing crises that threatened to destroy everything. He would swing above New York's streets and alleys, being a "friendly neighbor."
He simply wanted to uphold the justice within his sight.
Tony stood up, walked over, and sat beside Peter. After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and patted the boy's shoulder.
In fact, Tony had known about this kid for a long time, much longer than Peter imagined.
When a masked "Spider-Man" in a homemade red-and-blue costume suddenly appeared online, Tony had immediately taken notice of the mysterious boy