"So our route is to go to Venice first, then take a boat from Venice to Athens, and finally fly from Athens to land in Budapest."
Felicia looked over a book as she complained helplessly, "What kind of garbage route is this? Can't we just skip Athens and go straight to Budapest?"
"There's no other way; this is the route the school arranged."
Jessica sat opposite Felicia, both of them watching the scenery outside the train. The school travel group had finally reached the halfway point of their journey. During this time, Spider-Man and his amazing friends had managed to deal with half of their enemies. Both Molten Man and Cyclone had been completely defeated—one could even say they had been dissipated.
Watching the landscape zip by, Jessica suddenly looked at Felicia and asked, "What are you reading?"
"A travel guide. Just having a look. I can't play on my phone or read a narrative book on the train; it makes me a bit nauseous."
Jessica nodded, then suddenly asked again, "Do you really know Spider-Man?"
Felicia looked at Jessica with a strange expression. "Why are you still on this topic? I thought we moved past this."
"I'm asking you seriously. Based on my current deduction, there is a high probability that Spider-Man is a student—specifically, a student from our school who is part of this travel group. Combining that with the fact that he's male, as long as I can confirm his height and build, I can basically pin down who he is."
After a momentary daze, Felicia asked curiously, "How did you reach that conclusion?"
Jessica laid out her entire reasoning process, covering everything from Spider-Man's active hours and height to the various elemental attacks during this trip. Hearing this, Felicia felt a bit of a headache coming on. She finally understood why Nick Fury had demanded Spider-Man wear a suit that looked completely different from his previous one, but saying anything now was useless. Spider-Man appearing in Europe was already news.
Of course, "Spider-Man" had soon reappeared back in New York, claiming he had gone to Europe for a mission. This was a perfect excuse to use as a cover. Felicia naturally used this logic to counter Jessica, but Jessica looked at Felicia as if she were being eccentric.
"He's an Avenger, Felicia. It would be incredibly easy for him to ask Iron Man to make a robotic body double or something. You don't honestly think I'm as gullible as that freshman Flash, do you?"
Jessica looked at Felicia speechlessly before offering a warning: "If you really do know Spider-Man, tell him to be careful. It's not just me; an intern from the Daily Bugle named Mary Jane has noticed this too. If he isn't careful, Spider-Man's secret identity is going to be exposed."
Felicia had a headache, but she maintained her facade, claiming she didn't know Spider-Man at all. She decided she would find an opportunity to notify him later.
Jessica, meanwhile, continued to observe Felicia. She was essentially certain of one thing: Felicia knew exactly who Spider-Man was. The problem now was how to get Felicia to spill the secret.
Or, she could find out for herself... but did she really want to unmask Spider-Man? Would it just cause him more trouble?
At that moment, Peter was looking at his phone alone. Since Cyclone's defeat, the Elementals seemed to have vanished into thin air, never appearing again.
Of course, this wasn't over. Nick Fury guaranteed that the Elementals would come looking for Peter. Peter didn't know where that confidence came from; even with Cyclone and Molten Man dead, they still had the original Human Torch to fill the gap. The more troublesome part was that the enemy clearly realized they were no match for Spider-Man. If they showed up and couldn't be captured, they would simply be killed by the curse.
Did they really dare to come back and seek death?
Peter had intended to contact Strange, but the latter was unavailable. Now he could only see if Captain Britain had any way to resolve this messy issue.
"If the Elementals still plan to ambush me, then Venice is undoubtedly a prime location. There is an abundance of water there. Hydro-Man would be nearly invincible in a place like that. As long as I can't catch his spirit body, he remains a threat."
Furthermore, Peter thought of another problem. The Wild Pack and the Elementals had clashed so many times; did the Elementals—or rather, the Hydra behind them—really have no countermeasures at all?
"Perfect, Mr. Morris Bench."
Hydro-Man was undergoing a transformation. This modification wasn't targeted at his spirit body, but rather at the water he controlled. Arnim Zola had specifically created a specialized type of water for him, designed to counter the Wild Pack's vibration weapons.
Hydro-Man asked Zola in confusion, "That's it? Is this water really that magical?"
"If you don't believe me, feel free to test it."
"...That's not what I'm worried about." Hydro-Man shook his head, voicing his concern: "There's so little of it. You have to realize that if I go up against Spider-Man, there's a high probability I'll summon a massive water giant. How is this tiny amount of water going to be enough?"
Arnim Zola sighed helplessly, finding it impossible to communicate with the uneducated.
"Mr. Morris, do you know that if a cup of water is poured into the ocean, given enough time, any cup of water you scoop from any corner of that ocean will contain atoms from that original cup? You can accelerate this process, rapidly dispersing every particle evenly throughout the water body you control."
Hydro-Man nodded, only half-understanding. He looked at himself and sighed. The physical defenses were sorted, but what about the spiritual ones? Spider-Man knew magic, after all.
"Madame Hydra will prepare mental protection spells for you. Spider-Man won't notice for at least one or two encounters. Of course, if you engage him more frequently, there might be issues, but I trust you can handle Spider-Man on your own, right?"
Right... right?
Hydro-Man gave a dry laugh and shook his head helplessly. He thought these people were insane. He had originally signed up for the money, but looking at it now, no matter how much they paid him, he wouldn't be alive to spend it.
No, he had to find a way to escape. He had to save himself. Even being a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D. sounded better than being here.
He looked toward his old friend, Sandman, who was undergoing a transformation on the other side. He felt that if he were to make a run for it, he'd have a better chance of survival if he brought his old buddy along.
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