The call was answered almost instantly. Who knew how many listening devices Iron Man had left in Spider-Man's home, or how many satellites and drones were watching this place from above at this very moment?
Bald Tony had long made plans for how to counter Spider-Man if he ever went berserk. He had factored every Avengers member into his calculations.
When strangers from a Parallel World came looking for Spider-Man, alarms were probably blaring throughout some dark cave somewhere.
"I understand. Send me the entrance coordinates and bring them over."
The moment the call connected, before Old Peter could even speak, Iron Man on the other end spoke those words in a grim voice, then immediately hung up.
That was how vigilant he was.
That was why Su Ming had come to Spider-Man. Tony liked Peter very much; when Peter was younger, he could practically have been Tony's Robin. Only Peter had enough standing to serve as a "guarantor."
As though he were thoroughly familiar with Old Tony's style, Fat Peter shrugged, pulled a wrinkled mask from beneath a sofa cushion, and rubbed it. A cloud of grime and dandruff scattered into the air before he put it over his face.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he tugged hard at his pants, barely managing to hide his belly button beneath his blue tights. Then he picked up the car keys from the coffee table beside him.
"Let's go. I'll take you there, but there are too many of you. We might need to take a taxi."
"We can all fly. Why would we take a taxi?" Susan was somewhat puzzled. She did not understand why this Spider-Man would say that.
But when Peter led the group out of the apartment building and onto the street, everyone understood why.
The traffic