Franklin showed a relieved smile, "Thank you, Spider. By the way, if you need any more help, feel free to ask me."
Peter grinned. "Speaking of which, I really need you to help me design a new suit. Do you have any ideas?"
He pointed at the tattered classic suit on his body. "Although the classic suit is very commemorative, I really need an armor upgrade."
Franklin blinked. "That's it? No problem. What material do you want to use?"
Peter spread his hands. "I can't say, but it should be strong enough and not easy to break."
Thinking of how easily Doctor Doom tore his suit apart in the past, and the jacket he destroyed today, Peter had a headache. Although he had a self-healing ability comparable to Wolverine, it was too much trouble to keep his suit torn to pieces.
Franklin touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Yes! You can use the 'Unstable Molecule Fabric' invented by my father to make a suit!"
He called up the design blueprint of a special fabric on the terminal. This fabric not only has strong defensive power, but also will not be deformed or damaged no matter how it is pulled or burned. It can be said to be the ultimate solution to the Marvel Universe superhero suit.
"This is amazing, Frankie! Can you tell me how it works?"
Franklin readily agreed, and the two immediately discussed the details of the fabric with great interest.
The conversation lasted for a long time. Peter originally wanted to make a new suit here, but then he thought about it. After all, he and Fantastic Four had just met, so asking for too much would be overreaching. What's more, he actually hates wearing clothes made by others.
Afterwards, Peter changed back into ordinary people's casual clothes. Because Silk-Shooter was broken, he could only take a taxi to Old Peter's home.
By the time the taxi stopped in front of the house, it was already past six in the morning.
Peter hunched over and tiptoed open the door, ready to slip back to the room along the stairs. However, as soon as he stepped on the first step, there was a sound of throat clearing behind him.
"Do you know what time it is?"
Old Peter was holding a cup of hot coffee, leaning against the archway of the living room, looking at him expressionlessly.
Peter blinked. "Uh... good morning?"
Old Peter looked down at his watch. "Good morning."
"Well... if I said I just got up early and went for a walk, would you believe it?"
Old Peter took a sip of coffee. "If Johnny hadn't called me an hour ago to tell me that you were at Negative Zone and safe, I might have believed you."
Peter took a breath and cursed through gritted teeth, "Damn Johnny! Such a big mouth!"
Old Peter said calmly, "One week of grounding."
Peter's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Wha-what?! Why do you have to ban my feet?! I am you!"
"I'm an adult here! And this is my house!" Old Peter turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"So what?! This is my home too!" Peter followed angrily, only to see Mayday and Mary Jane already sitting at the dining table having breakfast.
Old Peter announced without looking back, "You are not allowed to go out for a whole week Silk! That's it!"
"You're not my dad, Peter! You can't do this to me!" Peter yelled.
"As long as you are still in this dimension, I will be your closest elder!" Old Peter put a plate of pancakes on the table, "It is natural for me to discipline you!"
"I just stopped a giant cosmic bug dictator from destroying the world! My reward is to be grounded?!"
Old Peter raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to change it to one month?"
The two of them stared at each other. In the end, Peter was defeated angrily, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Okay! You're cruel! But I have to borrow the laboratory in your attic this week. My transmitter exploded, and I want to make a new pair!"
Old Peter's face softened and he nodded. "Okay, you can use the laboratory as you like. Okay, who wants to eat pancakes?"
Mayday reached for a few pancakes and looked at Peter curiously. "What on earth did you do last night?"
"It's nothing." Peter grabbed five pancakes and took a bite. "I just went to Negative Zone with Fantastic Four, defeated a giant space bug that could blow up flying stars with my bare hands, and then chatted with Frankie for an hour - in short, it was the daily life of a superhero, but because I am a teenager, I have to be grounded."
Old Peter raised his eyebrows. "One month."
Peter gave up in one second and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! I'm convinced! Boss, why am I wrong?! When I grow up, I will never become as virtuous as you."
Early morning a week later.
Peter collapsed on the dining table and let out an extremely dull groan. "I hate the first issue of Death Star."
"Come on, Monday isn't that bad." Mary Jane put a plate of fragrant waffles in front of him with a smile and winked, "After all, Monday is waffle day."
Peter's eyes lit up and he suddenly regained his vitality. "That's great!"
"Watch your words."
Old Peter, who was sitting opposite and reading the newspaper, raised his head and whispered a reminder.
Peter rolled his eyes and couldn't help but whisper, "Can you blame me? I deal with villains who swear without swearing every day. Is it normal for a young and energetic person to be affected a little?"
Old Peter A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I believe it?"
Not long after, Mayday moved downstairs with slumped shoulders, threw his butt on the chair, and wailed in the same style. "I hate the first issue of Death Star..."
Mary·Jian burst out laughing, "They are indeed father and daughter. Even their lines are exactly the same."
Mayday had no time to pay attention to the teasing. He grabbed the waffles on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, shouting vaguely, "I have three exams today! Three whole exams! This is simply killing me!"
Peter shrugged. "Actually, review also requires skills. If you need it, I can take the time to help you with tutoring."
"Don't!" Mayday raised his head sharply, "I'm already over my head! What I need now is a good fight to distract my attention! Can't we send a super villain to occupy New York? Is this too much to ask?!"
Before he finished speaking, the tablet in Peter's pocket suddenly erupted into a rapid siren.
The voice of smart AI Sassy immediately sounded, "Peter, received an emergency distress signal from 177A Bleecker Street, using the exclusive channel of Avengers."