Pietro stood a short distance away, laughing loudly.
Peter watched with great excitement.
Although he is a kind person.
But seeing the Green Goblin, who had always bullied him, being made a fool of like a monkey still made him feel very satisfied.
"Well done, Pietro! Kick his ass!" Peter cheered loudly.
"Shut up, Hood Boy! I'm teaching him a lesson!" Pietro shouted without turning around.
The Green Goblin, lying on the ground, felt his pride had been shattered.
He, the chairman of the prestigious Osborn Group, was actually humiliated in the street by two young punks!
"Unforgivable... Absolutely unforgivable!"
The Green Goblin suddenly scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot.
He knew that if he continued to linger here, this guy would definitely kill him.
He must escape!
With that thought in mind, Green Goblin pressed a button on the control panel on his wrist.
"Sizzle!"
A device on the belt suddenly burst into a blinding light and thick smoke.
This is a specially made flash smoke grenade.
The bright light instantly illuminated the entire street, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
"Ah! My eyes!" Peter cried out in pain, covering his eyes.
Pietro was fast.
But eyes are made of flesh and blood, and when suddenly exposed to bright light, they have no choice but to close their eyes, their movements stopping for a second.
" Stark's lackeys! I'll remember this! Next time we meet, I'll skin you alive!"
The Green Goblin's voice echoed through the smoke.
Taking advantage of the few seconds that Pietro and Peter lost their sight, Green Goblin quickly activated the emergency glider on the back of his armor.
call!
He transformed into a blur and soared into the sky, disappearing into the New York night.
A few seconds later, the smoke gradually dissipated.
Pietro rubbed his eyes, saw the empty street, and cursed angrily.
"Fuck! He got away!"
"The old man can run away much faster than he can fight."
Peter recovered and sighed somewhat dejectedly.
"It's alright, Pietro. As long as he dares to do evil again, I will catch him. Thanks to you today, otherwise I would have been in big trouble."
Pietro turned his head, looked Peter up and down, and couldn't help but laugh again.
"Alright, don't be so polite. But I really suggest you buy a few normal pairs of underwear tomorrow. If you go out to save the world like that, even the villains will laugh."
Peter's face flushed red again, and he quickly covered his buttocks.
"I... I just chose it because the fabric was cheap! And I sewed the suit myself, so the quality is a bit poor."
Peter lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer.
" Pietro, you know I don't have the money to buy those high-tech materials. And..."
Peter looked up, his eyes filled with distress and pleading.
"Tonight I not only ruined my clothes, but I also made Mary Jane run away. I asked her to come home for dinner, and she called me an idiot. What should I do? How can I make a girl happy?"
Pietro paused for a moment upon hearing the question.
He's a single guy, and a total siscon (someone who's obsessed with his sister), what does he know about dating techniques?
But one must never lose face in front of one's younger brother.
Pietro coughed twice, feigning the air of a seasoned lover, and patted Peter on the shoulder.
"Listen, man. You can't be too direct with girls."
"You want her to go home for dinner? Are you out of your mind? At a time like this, you should hold her tightly and tell her you're there for her, that she has nothing to be afraid of! That's called being a hero and rescuing a damsel in distress, you know?"
Pietro was spouting nonsense with a straight face.
"You should learn from that scumbag Luca. Even though I want to kick his balls to pieces, he definitely has a way with women."
"Next time you see her, just give her a bouquet of flowers, and be a little assertive, don't act like a spineless coward."
Peter nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a straw.
"I understand! Thank you, Pietro! You're such a kind person!"
"Alright, hurry home and sew your clothes. I'm going for another walk."
Pietro waved his hand, turned around, and vanished at the end of the street in a flash of silver lightning.
Peter covered his backside, looked around, shot out a Silk, and quickly swam into the dark alley.
The next morning.
New York, Queens.
Peter, wearing a shirt and holding a bunch of daisies he had just bought from the florist, stood awkwardly in front of a wooden door.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the door.
" Mary... Mary! Jane, are you home? It's me, Peter."
There was no response from inside the door; only the sound of a television broadcasting the news could be heard.
Peter bit his lip and continued speaking to the door.
"I'm so sorry about what happened last night. I didn't mean to let you go home alone, I just... I was just so scared, and I thought it was the safest thing to do for you."
The room remained quiet.
A full half minute passed before Mary Jane's cold and angry voice finally came from inside the door.
" Peter Parker, you complete idiot!"
"We were attacked by a monster on the street, and you, as a man, actually told me to go home for dinner?! Do you think I'm out of my mind?!"
I never want to see you again! Take your flowers and get out of here!
Peter's shoulders slumped, and his eyes dimmed.
" Mary, please listen to me, I really didn't..."
"Roll!"
With a roar coming from inside the door, Peter knew that it was too late to say anything now.
Dejected, he turned away and threw the daisies into a roadside trash can.
What should I do?
He felt that he must be the biggest failure in the world.
He's clearly Spider-Man with superpowers.
He was clearly outmaneuvering the Green Goblin with Pietro just last night.
But when facing a girl he likes, he becomes like a fool who can't even speak properly.
"Damn it, what am I doing?"
Peter scratched his head in frustration.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered the domineering hugging technique Pietro had taught him the night before.
Pietro said that girls feel safer when you're a little domineering.
But how can he be so domineering when he can't even get through the door?
Should I break down the door, rush in, and hug her?
Damn it, that's trespassing! You'll get arrested by the police!
Just when Peter was at his wit's end, he felt a business card in his pocket.
That was the private number Luca Stark left him.
"If you encounter any problems in your life, feel free to come and talk to us anytime."
The other person's words echoed in his mind.
Peter swallowed hard.
Luca Stark is a world-renowned Playboy, so he must have a lot of experience dealing with girls.
If it were him, he would definitely know how to solve this problem!
Peter didn't hesitate any longer, took out his phone and dialed the number.
The phone was answered after only one ring.
"Hello, Mr. Parker. This is JARVIS." A gentle British accent came through the phone.
Peter paused for a moment, then stammered.
"Um... hello, Mr. JARVIS? Are Mr. Stark and Mr. Luca there? I have a bit... a bit of personal trouble I'd like to ask them."
"Both gentlemen are currently at Stark Tower. I have granted you maximum access to the building. You may come anytime."
Thank you! Thank you so much!
After hanging up the phone, Peter felt a little more confident and immediately headed towards Manhattan.