Morgan watched Peter's figure disappear among the buildings, puffing out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, hands on her hips. "Why does Peter never play with me? Humph, I'm going to ask Daddy to dock his pay later!"
Robert looked at her puffed-up little face and couldn't help but laugh.
He bent down, scooped Morgan up in his arms, and explained gently, " Peter was worried about you, little princess. It's too dangerous down there."
"I'm not afraid at all!" Morgan shook the nano bracelet on her wrist, which looked like a child's toy, her little face full of pride. "I can protect myself, okay? Allen is amazing."
She pouted, but still rested her head on Robert's shoulder, muttering, "But considering Peter meant well, I'll reluctantly forgive him."
"Yes, Peter cares about you a lot," Robert replied softly, his grip on Morgan firm.
He looked up at the distant battlefield, his body slowly floating into the air, a golden halo flashing around him.
The next second, the two disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, Peter Parker in this universe felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by a battering sledgehammer.
The device used to suppress Dr. Banner's rationality, along with several of his ribs, was completely shattered by that punch.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
"Damn it..." He lay sprawled in the rubble, struggling to move, but each breath felt like countless needles piercing his lungs. "Thank goodness... thank goodness my powers mutated, otherwise that punch from Hulk would have sent me straight to meet my God..."
He knew very well that if this had happened four years ago, this blow would have been enough to kill him on the spot.
Hulk clearly wasn't going to give him any breathing room.
The enormous green creature strode forward, the ground trembling with each step, and roared as it charged again.
Peter's vision was beginning to blur. He tried with all his might to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him.
He could only watch helplessly as the green fist, the size of a clay pot, grew larger and larger in his field of vision, exuding an aura of destruction.
Am I going to die again?
The thought flashed through his mind, and then he closed his eyes resignedly.
The anticipated shock did not come.
Everything was eerily quiet.
He opened his eyes again in confusion, and then saw a figure dressed in black and white battle armor standing steadily in front of him.
The figure reached out with both hands and easily caught Hulk's fist, which was powerful enough to smash through a building.
Peter Parker was completely dumbfounded.
What's going on? When... did another Spider-Man from the multiverse appear?
He clearly didn't ask Strange to cast a spell.
Peter, who came to help, also known as Peter-A, blocked the attack, twisted his wrist, and used the momentum to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick to Hulk's chest.
The immense force caused Hulk to stumble back several steps, leaving two deep footprints in the ground.
"Hey!" Peter-A turned around and helped his badly injured counterpart to his feet. "Buddy, I don't know who you are or why you're fighting this big guy, but you look like you need help, so I came!"
His voice came through his battle suit, carrying a natural energy and... a talkative nature.
As he helped the other person up, his questions came out like a machine gun:
"Speaking of which, what's going on with your universe's Avengers? Karen said they're involved in two lawsuits? Isn't there anyone who can help? Like Captain America? Wanda Strange? And that blond big guy who loves throwing hammers, where are they?"
The seriously injured Peter-B was somewhat bewildered by his barrage of questions. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
He raised his wrist, and a white, organic Silk shot out, tightly wrapping around his broken ribs several times to serve as a temporary fixation.
The excruciating pain made him groan, but he gritted his teeth and forcefully snapped a dislocated bone back into place.
"Hiss... that's a long story." He looked up at the "himself" in the black and white suit before him. "But I think we should join forces to deal with this big problem Hulk."
He paused, then added, "I am Peter Parker."
"Okay, Peter Parker B." Spider-Man in his Symbiote Suit, Peter-A, readily agreed, "I'll take care of this big guy!"
Before he finished speaking, he pushed off with both legs and charged towards Hulk like an arrow released from a bow.
Under normal circumstances, even with the Symbiote Suit, Spider-Man would not have any advantage in a head-on confrontation with the Hulk.
Fortunately, this Peter-A is not an ordinary Spider-Man. He is Spider-Man who has experienced various crises and fought against all kinds of villains in the multiverse with Tony and the others.
His combat experience is frighteningly rich.
Suddenly, a strange scene unfolded on the battlefield.
The black and white figure, relying on superhuman agility and combat instincts, moved at high speed around the giant green monster.
He was like a top-notch bullfighter, always managing to dodge Hulk's powerful attacks by the slightest margin, while simultaneously using the black blades extended from the Symbiote to leave shallow wounds on Hulk's body.
"Hey, big guy! Didn't you eat? Go for it!"
"Oh, watch your step, don't step on the flowers and grass!"
Peter-A continued hitting while still talking.
However, Hulk's power comes from anger, and his anger accumulates with each battle.
Peter-A seized an opening, channeling the power of his Symbiote Suit into his right fist. He aimed at the Hulk's chin and delivered a powerful uppercut.
According to his calculations, this punch would be enough to send Hulk flying.
However, Hulk reacted faster than he expected.
The enormous hand suddenly opened and grabbed his wrist before the fist could reach him.
Hulk's crimson eyes were fixed on him, a low growl emanating from his throat, " Hulk... I hate bugs! Hulk... Smash!"
The next second, Peter-A felt a dizzying sensation.
Hulk grabbed his arm and, like a rag doll, slammed him repeatedly against the hard concrete floor, once, twice, three times...
"Boom!" "Boom!"
"Boom!"
Each blow cracked the earth and made Peter-A feel like his bones were about to fall apart.
Finally, Hulk roared and flung him away, crashing into a wall of a distant school building.
Peter-B, watching this scene, subconsciously touched his ribs, which had just been fixed, and felt a dull pain starting to throb again.
This scene is all too familiar.
Not long ago, this is how the Hulk was treated.
Amidst the pile of rubble, a black and white figure leaped up nimbly with a somersault.
The Symbiote Suit is rapidly repairing the damage, but the pain from the repeated blows won't disappear so easily.
"Okay," Peter-A. shook his slightly dizzy head, "This Hulk is a little troublesome..."
He could only get halfway through his sentence before he couldn't continue.
He stared blankly ahead.
The green giant, which was originally about three meters tall, is now expanding at a visible rate.
Muscles bulged, bones cracked, and the body continued to grow taller.
Four meters... five meters...
Finally, a terrifying behemoth, nearly six meters tall and resembling a mountain, appeared before them.
That pure, destructive power made the air feel heavy.
Peter-A's suit, a smile more painful than a grimace was forced onto his face.
He tentatively raised a hand towards the enormous figure looking down at him and said in an almost ingratiating tone:
" Hulk... can we make up?"