Los Angeles, over downtown.
8 PM.
The city lights spread out beneath my feet, and the car taillights formed a red river.
Luca floated about three hundred meters above the ground, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his cloak billowing behind him.
To be honest, flying at this altitude is quite comfortable.
The wind was light, the temperature was just right, and the view was wide open.
The only downside is that it's too quiet.
Los Angeles seems unusually peaceful tonight.
"JARVIS, scan the area for any criminal activity."
"Scanning, sir."
"According to the Los Angeles Police Department's real-time communications monitoring, there are currently no major security incidents in the downtown area."
The most recent unusual activity was a robbery at a convenience store five kilometers away, but police have arrived at the scene and the suspect has been apprehended.
"What? You won't even leave me a robber?"
Luca was somewhat disappointed.
Where are the promised superheroes?
Without a villain to cooperate with, who is he trying to impress with his good looks?
JARVIS, expanding the scope to the entire Los Angeles.
"Expanding the search... Sir, unusual energy fluctuations have been detected near a commercial street in South Los Angeles."
Luca raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious.
"Tell me, what type of energy is it?"
"Bioenergy. Its fluctuation frequency is similar to that of Spider-Man."
Spider-Man?
Luca's interest was immediately piqued.
He has only met two Spider-Man so far.
One is Peter Parker wearing a robber's mask, and the other is Gwen Stacy in a pink, white, and black uniform.
Spider-Man- Man is unlikely; according to JARVIS's detection, the other party seems to be no longer in Los Angeles.
That leaves only one candidate.
"Great, it's Spider-Woman."
Luca adjusted his direction and flew towards the location of the signal source.
The speed is not fast, around Mach 2.
He didn't want to fly over and startle them.
That wouldn't be a superhero appearance, but rather a meteorite hitting the Earth.
A not-so-bustling commercial street in southern Los Angeles.
At that moment, a van without license plates was darting wildly left and right on the street.
Two police cars followed closely behind, their sirens blaring deafeningly.
Inside the van, several men wearing ski masks were loudly cursing.
"Damn it! Another one is following behind!"
"Boss! That's a dead end!"
"Shut up! Turn left!"
The van suddenly made a sharp turn, the screeching of its wheels echoing through the street.
But the very next second after the car rounded the bend.
"Whoosh!"
A white Silk descended from the sky and stuck to the roof of the van.
Immediately afterwards, the Silk was suddenly yanked!
The van's left wheel instantly lifted off the ground, forcibly pulling the entire vehicle to a swerve!
"What the hell?!"
The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, but couldn't control it at all.
The next second, a figure dressed in a pink, white, and black uniform leaped down from the rooftop.
Gwen Stacy completed a beautiful somersault, landing firmly on the hood of the van.
"Bang!"
Everyone in the car was terrified.
Gwen Stacy bent down and tilted her head to look at the person inside through the windshield.
"Hey guys!"
"On your way? What a coincidence, me too."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Gwen Stacy raised her right hand and shot out several strands of Silk Silk, which miraculously entered the car from both sides.
The Silk instantly glued their hands to the steering wheel and the roof of the car, rendering them unable to move.
"Fuck! My hand!"
"What is this?! I can't tear it open!"
Gwen Stacy easily jumped off the hood and stood in front of the van with her hands on her hips.
The police cars that were in hot pursuit also stopped, and the police officers jumped out of the cars with their guns drawn.
Seeing the scene before them, the police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.
The van stopped in the middle of the road. The robbers were stuck together like dumplings by Silk webs, and a woman in a strange bodysuit stood in front of the van.
What's going on?!
Gwen Stacy turned around and casually waved to the police officers.
"You're welcome. These people have already packed it for you; just sign for it."
After saying that, she shot out a Silk thread that stuck to the wall of the building next door, and prepared to leave.
Just the instant she jumped.
"Oh, Spider-Lady."
A voice floated down from above.
Gwen Stacy paused, then looked up.
Luca Stark was seen hovering about twenty meters in the air, his arms crossed over his chest, his black cloak billowing slowly behind him.
At that moment, he looked down at Gwen Stacy, a smug yet undeniably handsome smile playing on his lips.
"Your method of catching bad guys is quite convenient. But I have a suggestion."
Gwen Stacy adjusted her hood, her tone indifferent.
What suggestions do you have?
"Don't stand on the hood next time. A moving car is dangerous; what if it flips over if you stand on it? Even if you have Spider-Sense, you can't take that risk."
Gwen Stacy raised an eyebrow.
"Such words coming from someone who readily punches monsters into the ground are utterly unconvincing."
Luca paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Okay, you're right. I'm definitely not qualified to tell others to be careful."
He lowered his altitude and landed next to Gwen Stacy.
The two stood face to face at close range.
The height difference became immediately apparent.
Luca is 1.91 meters tall, Gwen Stacy is around 1.7 meters tall.
She had to tilt her head slightly to meet his gaze.
This made her a little unhappy.
Gwen Stacy dislikes looking up at people; it makes her feel inferior.
"What are you doing here?" Gwen Stacy asked directly.
"Patrol, huh?"
Luca spread his hands and said matter-of-factly.
"Shouldn't superheroes make occasional appearances to let the public know we're still here? A sense of security like that needs to be maintained."
"Okay, so you call this patrolling?"
Gwen Stacy looked him up and down.
"You're floating in the sky, your cape billowing like you're filming an advertisement, is that what you call patrolling?"
"This is called high-altitude strategic reconnaissance," Luca corrected earnestly.
"A wider field of vision and a greater coverage area. And the cloak fluttering is a natural result of aerodynamics, not a pose I deliberately struck."
Gwen Stacy's lips twitched; she almost couldn't help but laugh.
"Who are you trying to fool? The cloak's direction is clearly controlled by your force field."
Luca was slightly taken aback.
Wow, you have pretty good observation skills.
You even noticed that.
" Cough."
Luca coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject.
"Hey, what are you doing in Los Angeles? Aren't you from New York?"
"I'm an exchange student," Gwen Stacy replied briefly.
"I've been studying at this university for a few months."
"Oh, so you attend classes during the day and catch bad guys at night?"
"Isn't that possible?"
"Of course! It's part-time work while studying. Even though we don't get paid."
Just as the two were chatting casually...
The surrounding circumstances began to change.
After dealing with the robbers in the van, the police noticed two people standing by the roadside.
One wore black armor and a cape, the other wore a pink, white, and black bodysuit.
The police recognized him instantly.
"Fuck! It's Superman! And Spider-Woman too!"
News travels faster than Silk.
Within five minutes, residents from nearby neighborhoods began to flock to this area.
Several young people who were originally shopping at the convenience store rushed over first, holding up their phones and snapping photos of Luca and Gwen Stacy.
" Superman! It's Superman! And Spider-Woman too!!"
"Oh my god! They're together! Are they dating?!"