The moment Peter hung up, something stirred in his heart. He turned around warily, only to find that several more people had suddenly appeared in the cramped room.
They were a group of agents in black suits, preparing to package up and take away the aliens, who had somehow fallen unconscious. Silk could not be untangled for the moment, so they used laser cutters to slice away the suspended ceiling along with the giant cocoon.
The lead agent wore a friendly smile. Seeing that Peter had noticed them, he asked gently, "You're awake? The gender reassignment surgery was a success."
"!"
A bead of sweat seemed to fall from Spider-Man's head. He had never expected that, despite being an adult, the man would tell such an outdated bad joke.
"Agent Coulson?"
"It's me. Was that joke not funny? I only learned it online recently." Coulson put an arm around Peter's shoulders and walked him toward the window, gesturing behind his back for Cavalry and the others to hurry up. "I thought young people liked humor."
Peter shuddered and said hesitantly, "But I don't like men—"
"Young man, that's a dangerous way of thinking. I never said that kind of like." The agent with the noticeably receding hairline kept smiling as he took a recorder from his pocket and pressed the red button. "Could you briefly tell me how you found this alien?"
Spider-Man tilted his head. Something seemed off.
"Wait, how did you know I was here? Iron Man didn't send you, did he? Is S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring me? Project Prism? You listened in on my calls with my friends and intercepted our texts!"
Peter shrugged off Coulson's arm, making it clear that he was unhappy with the physical contact.
But Coulson's expression did not change when he noticed. Cavalry and