Peter and Jessica made a trip back to Stark Industries Tower and handed the decapitated LMD Fury over to Coulson. Only then did they head out again, ready to search for the next robot Fury.
Yes, the mission had changed. Finding the real Fury was no longer urgent; Coulson was more anxious to find the fake Furies first and bring them back for destruction.
No one knew why. Agents never said why—they were always so mysterious.
But as a helpful "friendly neighborhood New Yorker," Spider-Man didn't mind.
Even though it was already late at night, Manhattan's skyscrapers were still brightly lit. Everything here looked incomparably prosperous, provided you didn't deliberately venture into the alleys.
Little Bug felt that this place was far more prosperous than Queens, and much noisier too. The sounds here were always so jumbled that it was hard to settle down.
Jessica held a brown paper bag and tipped the bottle inside toward her mouth, producing a gurgling stream of bubbles.
Then she lowered the bottle, drew in a cold breath, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "Hiss... where do we go next? Toward Flushing, or across the river? I should've charged by the hour."
Peter sighed. He walked a few steps along the roadside greenery, then sat beside a neatly trimmed little pine tree planted in a flower bed.
"I have no clue either. We don't know what these Fury robots are trying to do, so naturally we can't determine their operational logic or route. Maybe he wants to visit an auto repair shop at night and top up on lubricant?"
Jewel sat down beside Peter as well. The smell of smoke and alcohol on her made Peter, who was used to hanging around sweet-smelling Beautiful Girls like Gwen, a little uncomfortable. He covered his