"So... I can join in, right?"
In the corner of the cafe, Felicity pouted, his eyes flicking between Peter and Mayday.
Mayday sighed and repeated for the umpteenth time, "Felicity, I have made it very clear, no. You have no superpowers at all. This is too dangerous."
"You said the same thing last time!" Felicity snorted, a little unconvinced, "That's why I acted alone! But I have already proven my strength to you, why can't you add me?!"
"Because you can't even protect yourself!" Mayday couldn't help shouting.
"Okay, young ladies!" Peter patted the table with a headache, "Please calm down! Let's solve the problem at hand first - after finishing this damn homework, we can slowly discuss team formation!"
The two glared at each other fiercely, muttered, and then reluctantly returned their attention to the notes.
Peter sighed, took a sip of coffee, and looked around. The customers around them were casting strange looks at them one after another. I have to say that discussing superhero teaming in a cafe is really not a wise choice.
"However, if it can make you feel better," Peter put down the cup and spoke again to attract their attention, "I think it is indeed a good idea to recruit some backup."
Mayday's eyes widened. "What?!"
Felicity waved his fist excitedly. "Okay!"
"Why?!" Mayday was puzzled.
"Because regardless of whether he has superpowers or not, Felicia was your father's extremely capable helper back then." Peter took another sip of coffee, "You also need such a trustworthy partner by your side."
"That's right! Listen to what they say!" Felicity nodded in agreement.
Peter raised his eyebrows and added, "Having said that, Felicity is not ready to take on the work of a superhero yet. She still needs to receive targeted training and learn how to fight against superpowers like us. So... maybe we can set up an inspection period?"
Mayday scratched his head irritably. "Okay, okay, whatever... really, it's so childish!"
"Face it, Mayday! We will be partners from now on!" Felicity grabbed Mayday's shoulders and cheered, making Mayday moan louder. Felicity patted her with a smile, "Relax, with the three of us here, those bad guys have no chance of coming back!"
Peter smiled, "It sounds good, Felicity. But I can't stay long."
"Ah? Why? Where are you going?" Felicity was stunned.
"Go back to my own home... probably." Peter smiled, "Don't worry, don't worry about me, you two should figure out how to cultivate a tacit understanding first."
Having said this, he stopped smiling and looked at Mayday seriously, "Mayday, you don't have to shoulder everything by yourself. Believe me, you are very lucky to have someone fighting alongside you."
Mayday was silent for a moment and sighed softly, "Okay... maybe you are right."
"Very good." Peter nodded with satisfaction, "Now... do you understand what I just said?"
"Not at all."
Peter chuckled. It seems that this girl has perfectly inherited her mother's brain. "Okay, listen, the process is like this..."
A few hours later.
At the top of Empire State Building, Peter leaned against a stone sculpture, overlooking the bustling city below. Pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and no one looked up - most people would never look up.
Mayday has put on equipment and gone on routine patrol, Spider-Girl is still used to fighting alone; and Felicity has returned home. After all, taking care of her mother Felicia is much more important than going to the streets to beat up gangsters.
Peter was wearing the tight-fitting suit of Old Peter, and a special metal helmet on his head instead of the original cloth mask. He carefully checked Silk-Shooter, and then buckled the backpack firmly on his back.
This can also be regarded as a warm-up test drive, and by the way, I can test whether my sword is old or not.
He walked to the edge of the roof and glanced down. At this height, if he fell down, he would definitely become a meat pie. Peter took a deep breath, took two steps back, then suddenly jumped forward, opened his arms and threw himself into the void!
Phew!
A Silk accurately hit the building in front, and the huge pulling force instantly carried him high into the sky.
The long-lost feeling of overweight suddenly hit him, and the ultimate excitement of leaving the whole world behind instantly came to his heart. In the microsecond after he let go of Silk, he felt an unprecedented freedom.
Immediately afterwards, gravity caught him again and pulled him downwards. Peter skillfully fired another Silk. His body was completely controlled by instinct, and he flexibly shuttled and jumped between buildings.
"Woohoo--!" He couldn't help shouting loudly, and the joy in his heart was freely vented with the cheers.
"Peter, a crime has been detected a few blocks away. Do you need to mark the location for you?" Sassy's voice came from the headset.
"Sorry to trouble you, Sassy. Also, when I'm wearing the suit, don't call me by my real name, understand?" Peter adjusted his direction in the air and followed the new guidance on the suit's tactical display screen.
"Received. So, what is your current new code name?"
Peter raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Call me 'Spider-Man'."
When we arrived at the scene, the firefight below was at a fever pitch.
Two police officers were pinned behind the police car, while a group of Mexican drug lords in the opposite block fired wildly with automatic rifles. The entire street had been cleared, but a few civilians were still forced to huddle with the police, and they would be hit by stray bullets if they showed up.
Peter landed on the roof and looked around, looking for a breakthrough to quickly resolve the battle. He noticed a huge metal trash can placed in the alley behind the drug lord's formation.
He quietly swung over, slipped into the alley, and quietly reached behind the trash can.
Peter took a deep breath, grabbed the edge of the huge trash can with both hands, and lifted it above his head. The muscles in his arms tightened instantly - damn, I haven't trained seriously for two months, and my physical fitness has indeed declined drastically.
"Hey, trash!" Peter shouted.
The drug lords turned around subconsciously when they heard the sound. Peter suddenly threw the huge trash can in their hands out!
Boom!
"Damn it!" the drug lords screamed in horror. The lucky man on the far left reacted quickly enough and threw himself to the ground to escape the disaster, while the others were directly knocked to the ground by the huge metal trash can and were pinned underneath.
"What the hell is this?!" The surviving drug lord looked at the man in suit in front of him in horror. Peter Silk sealed the gun in his hand, pulled hard, and snatched the weapon away.
Peter played with the gun in his hand. "It's a good toy."
After saying that, he smashed the gun into a metal ball and threw it behind him. At the same time, he fired a ball of spider web, pinning the drug lord to the asphalt road. "Stop it."
Peter clapped his hands and prepared to walk towards the police, but as soon as he emerged from the bunker, a string of bullets came from the direction of the police car!
Spider-Sense gave a violent warning, Peter jumped away like a conditioned reflex.
"Relax, guys!" Peter hid half of his head from behind the bunker, "I'm here to help!"
"Who the hell are you?!" the policeman shouted loudly.
Peter sighed helplessly. He almost forgot that this is another universe and people here don't know him at all.
"I am--"
Boom!
A loud noise like the earth was shattering suddenly broke out, interrupting his words.
Peter suddenly looked up and saw a dazzling blue light beam rising into the sky, piercing the sky like a sharp sword. The source of the beam was surprisingly Baxter Building!