"This alien weapon is completely out of control!"
"It far surpasses our current arsenal, and to think these black-market engineers were just operating out of some non-governmental group."
"It sliced right through the hull like a hot knife through butter."
"What is Parker even searching for?"
"His heart is in the right place, but good intentions don't mean much when they breed total chaos."
"With a crowd that massive, even a full-scale rescue operation is a nightmare."
"Parker should have called this in from the start. This was way out of his depth."
"Toombs called it: Parker is picking a fight with forces he doesn't remotely understand."
The broadcast exploded with debate as viewers chimed in. Most were reeling from the scene, frustrated by Parker's reckless call. There were thousands of civilians packed onto that vessel. One wrong move, and the casualty count would skyrocket.
Millions glued their eyes to the screen, holding their breath to see what the kid would do next.
Then came the overload. The alien weapon erupted, cleaving the massive vessel straight down the middle. Massive pillars of seawater shot skyward under immense ocean pressure, violently erupting along the glowing fissure. A deafening roar echoed across the water as the ocean claimed the lower deck, completely submerging the bottom parking level in seconds.
Standing on the edge of the fracture, Parker stared, frozen at the catastrophic destruction unfolding beneath his feet.
Piercing screams echoed into the sky. Split right down its spine, the massive ship groaned as both halves began to collapse outward into the ocean. The severed steel joints along the cut glowed like molten lava, rapidly vaporizing the rushing sea into dense clouds of blinding steam.
The audience watched in utter horror at the sight of the split ship. The sheer speed of the disaster left everyone completely unprepared.
Inside the Administration, spectators watched with heavy, furrowed brows. The terrifying scene played out like a nightmare, that searing, white-hot steel piercing their hearts like a needle. Nothing like this had ever happened in recorded history.
The director released a heavy sigh. "The conflicts of that era weren't just fought between global nations. Unchecked private factions caused just as much collateral damage."
A few defense industry executives nodded in gloomy agreement. "Exactly. If Toombs hadn't been reverse-engineering that salvage in secret, none of this would have happened."
Johan chimed in, shaking his head. "Still, Parker acted far too impulsively. It's no wonder Tony placed so many restrictions on him. The boy possesses immense power, but he's a magnet for catastrophic trouble."
The crowd murmured in agreement; recent events had proven that point time and again.
Suddenly, Tonio broke the silence with a sharp shout from the back of the conference room. "Look at the screen! What in the world is he doing?!"
On-screen, Parker stared in utter panic as the ocean pulled the two halves of the ship apart.
"Oh, my God. What do I do? Karen..." he gasped, his heart hammering in his chest. "Give me an X-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points."
Desperate to reverse the damage, Parker forced his mind to work through the panic. As Karen's diagnostic scan overlaid bright target markers across his vision, Parker made a desperate, insane move.
He hurled himself into the gap, leaping back and forth between the two separating halves of the massive vessel. With rapid-fire reflexes, he fired stream after stream of web-line, pinning the two giant structures together.
"Web grenade. Web grenade!" Parker swung through the air, deploying a massive web-net across the tear. Shouting slogans aloud just to drown out his mounting fear, he pushed his reflexes to their absolute limit.
"Splitter web, go!" He darted from the bow toward the stern in a blur of motion. Amid the suffocating tension, thick web-lines connected the fracturing hull like structural stitches. His web-shooters never stopped firing, raining down a dizzying array of web patterns, locking onto every scrap of metal he could reach to hold the falling behemoth together.
Landing heavily on a remnant of the deck, Parker crouched down, gasping for air. Though only moments had passed, the sheer physical exertion had pushed him to the brink of total collapse.
He glanced back. The ship was still torn in two, smoke and fire billowing from its core, but the tearing gap was now held together by a dense, intricate web of high-tensile fibers. Slender as the threads appeared, the collective tension held; the tipping motion of the giant ship slowly ground to a halt.
The chat erupted in wild excitement. The impossible had happened: a giant ocean vessel cut completely in half was held together purely by a crisscrossing web of synthetic silk.
"Great job, Peter. You are 98 percent successful," Karen reported through his suit's comms.
Parker exhaled, stunned. "Ninety-eight?"
Panicked passengers across the deck looked around in awe, erupting into ecstatic cheers. "Yeah, Spider-Man!"
Just as the crowd began to celebrate, a violent tremor shuddered through the hull. Parker's eyes widened as a thick web-line snapped right before his eyes. "No, no, no!"
Snap! Snap! Snap! The failure of a single thread cascaded into total catastrophic failure. Under the unimaginable pull of thousands of tons of steel, the remaining webs shattered one after another. A single weakness had compromised the entire structure.
The high-tension cobwebs snapped in rapid succession. Ocean water surged wildly into the exposed cabins, flooding the lower levels completely and washing dozens of vehicles into the ocean depths. The scale of the destruction was overwhelming. As the two halves resumed their violent tilt, passengers lost their footing, sliding helplessly toward the icy water.
The viewers watching the feed stood frozen in shock. The praise they had just showered on Parker turned to ash in their throats. The snapping threads sounded like breaking heartstrings, crushing the audience's hope in real-time. Every severed line meant innocent lives placed directly in harm's way.
On screen, Parker stared frantically at the snapped webs. His mind raced, searching for any tactic, any trick to slow the collapse. There was no time left to think. He couldn't let the ship sink. He couldn't let all those people die.
Overridden by sheer instinct, Parker leapt into the open air above the split. He fired a heavy web-line from his right wrist, anchoring it deep into the right side of the ship. In the same motion, he fired another line from his left wrist, pinning it to the left side. Suspended in mid-air directly above the chasm, Parker made himself the bridge.
The sheer gravitational force of the two tilting halves pulled with agonizing violence, threatening to tear his limbs from their sockets. Parker braced every muscle in his body, his teeth grinding together as he took the full, unbearable burden onto himself. He used his own flesh and blood to hold two ocean liners together.
The immense tension pulled his body completely taut in mid-air. Yet, through the blinding agony, he refused to let go, willing his muscles to hold the line against thousands of tons of steel.
Passengers on deck looked up in absolute disbelief. The sight of that slender, solitary figure straining against the crushing forces left them breathless.
Across the world, viewers in the live stream covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces.
"He's... he's really..."
"I can't even watch this!"
"I remembered an ancient torture method... what Parker is enduring right now is a hundred times worse!"
"My God, he's only fourteen years old!"
"A kid having the courage to endure that level of agonizing pain..."
"I take back everything I just said!"
"This is incredible..."
"It's breathtaking... I can't hold back my tears!"
"If I were in his shoes, I would have broken in a second!"
By turning his own body into a living anchor, Parker won over the hearts of millions.
Just as he braced for another brutal surge of force, the crushing tension in his arms suddenly slackened. The two split halves of the ship slowly began gliding back toward one another.
"What the hell?" Parker grunted, completely disoriented.
Releasing his grip on the webs, he dropped onto the decking. To his astonishment, the massive gap was steadily closing. He turned around, and there, hovering just outside the cabin window, was Tony's red-and-gold suit.
"Hi, Spider-Man," Tony's voice came through calmly. "Band practice, was it?"
Using his suit thrusters, Tony braced against the side of the hull, applying steady counter-pressure.
High above in the sky, a massive mechanical module descended at blinding speed. Suspended over the vessel, it deployed dozens of palm-sized magnetic discs that shot out like precision projectiles, anchoring themselves along the outer hull of both split halves.
The moment they attached, the disc thrusters fired in unison, generating massive inward thrust that forced the two giant halves back together. It was an incredible spectacle on the open sea. Under the combined force of the specialized thrusters, the gap closed entirely, forcing the jagged tear shut.
Tony cast a glance at Spider-Man before swooping down into the flooded parking level below. Raising his arm, a high-intensity welding laser flared to life, seamlessly fusing the severed steel back together in a shower of brilliant red sparks.
"Holy crap! Tony came through!"
"Hahaha, man turned into the ultimate high-tech welder!"
"Tony's tech stack is ridiculous; he has a gadget for literally everything!"
"Greatest welder in human history!"
"Tony really acts like his father here, clutch rescue when it matters most!"
"I love this scene so much!"
"Nothing beats a classic Tony entrance!"
Desperate for answers, Parker fired a web and swung down toward the lower deck. Parker called out, landing nearby. "Hey, Mr. Stark, could I do anything? What do you want me to do?"
Tony turned off his laser, the hull now completely fused. He looked up at the teenager perched above him.
"I think you've done enough," Tony said coolly. Without another word, the suit fired its thrusters and rocketed into the sky, leaving Parker standing alone on the restored deck, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions crashing over him.
The scene shifted to a dimly lit workshop.
Toombs stood among his crew, evaluating the fallout of the botched operation. "So that's it. You're just gonna run?"
"Feds were waiting for us. Now we're on Iron Man's radar?" one of his men said grimly.
Their operations were effectively burned.
The bald henchman shook his head, unwilling to take any more risks. He turned to Toombs. "Yeah, I'm running. You should too."
In his mind, picking a fight with Iron Man was a death sentence.
Toombs stood up slowly, shaking his head. "You know I can't do that."
"So now what?" the man asked.
Toombs paused for a moment before turning to another crew member. "Mason, can you get that high-altitude seal thing up and running in time?"
Mason, who had been dreaming of building the device for months, perked up instantly. "Seriously?" he asked, stepping forward with excitement. "Yes. You will not regret this."
A faint, dangerous smile touched Toombs' lips. "You in?"
The bald man took a deep breath, looking between them. This time, he didn't object.
Elsewhere, Parker sat huddled on the edge of a tall skyscraper, staring silently down at the distant ocean waves. A quiet thruster hum filled the air as Tony's suit drifted up alongside the building, hovering at eye level.
"Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch... I tell you to stay away from this," Tony said through the suit's speakers. "Instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit... so you could sneak around behind my back... doing the one thing I told you not to do it."
Parker didn't offer an excuse. He just looked up quietly. "Is everyone okay?"
Tony's voice was cold. "No thanks to you."
Parker pulled off his mask, his face flushed with frustration. "No thanks to me?"
He leapt off the ledge, landing heavily on the rooftop to face the armor head-on. "Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it... But you didn't listen."
Parker's voice rose, edged with anger. "None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!"
He stepped closer to the suit, his eyes burning. "If you had just listened to me. If you even cared, you'd actually be here."
He was convinced the suit was empty, just another automated remote drone. But as he marched toward it in anger, the armor hissed open, unsealing down the middle. Tony stepped out of the suit in the flesh.
Parker froze, his heart dropping into his stomach. He backed up several steps in pure shock, completely caught off guard.
The chat blew up instantly.
"Wait, Tony actually showed up in person?!"
"Man, Parker messed up big time."
"The ultimate reality check, lol."
"Tony really does care about him like a father figure."
Tony glared down at the teenager. "I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh?"
He took a heavy step toward Parker. "Do you know I was the only one who believed in you?"
Parker's words had clearly stung, so Tony pressed forward, his voice hard. "Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid!"
"I'm 15!" Parker snapped back instinctively.
"No, this is where you zip it, all right?" Tony ordered, pointing a finger at him. "No, this is where you zip it, all right? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you."
Parker went silent, staring at Tony in shock.
Tony's eyes softened, a trace of red appearing around the edges. "And if you died... I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience."
The weight of the situation finally cracked through Parker's anger.
"Yes, sir," he mumbled, looking down. "I'm sorry. I understand."
Tony dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Sorry doesn't cut it."
"I just wanted to be like you," Parker pleaded softly, trying to defend his intentions.
Tony turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, looking back at the teenager's young face. "And I wanted you to be better."
Parker went dead silent. For the first time, he truly understood what Tony was trying to tell him.
"It's not working out. I'm gonna need the suit back," Tony said flatly.
Panic seized Parker. The advanced gear had given him the capability to make a real difference; he had grown completely reliant on it. "For how long?"
"Forever," Tony replied coldly. "Yeah, that's how it works. Let's have it."
"No, no. Please!" Parker begged, tears welling up in his eyes. "Please, this is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit."
Tony paused, adjusting his cuffs, and looked Parker dead in the eye. "If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it. Okay?"
Tony let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh. "God, I sound like my dad."
Parker stood frozen, unable to process the loss, but the suit belonged to Stark; there was no arguing.
"I don't have any other clothes," Parker whispered softly.
"Okay, we'll sort that out," Tony said quietly.
Minutes later, Tony found him an oversized thrift-store jacket to wear home, the exact same style Tony himself used to wear.
Tony's sharp lesson rang loud not just for Parker, but for the billions watching the broadcast. His words, "If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it", struck a chord with everyone watching.
"That line hit so hard!"
"True strength comes from within, not from gear!"
"Tony sees the big picture."
"No wonder Tony keeps upgrading his armor; he knows his true superpower isn't the steel, it's his mind."
"Only a father figure could deliver a lesson that real."
Heavy-hearted and wrapped in the oversized jacket, Parker made his way home. The moment he unlocked the door, Aunt May was waiting in the hallway, her face a mix of anger and sheer panic.
"Hey. I've been calling you all day. You didn't answer your phone," she scolded. "You can't do that. Then this ferry thing happens. I've called five police stations. Five. I called five of your friends. I called Ned's mother."
Parker stood quietly, taking in her fear and frustration. "I'm fine. May, I'm okay. Honestly, just relax. I'm fine."
Aunt May stepped closer, looking at him intently. "Cut the bullshit. I know you left detention. I know you left the hotel room in Washington. I know you sneak out of this house every night."
She stepped right up to him, her voice cracking with emotion. "That's not fine. Peter, you have to tell me what's going on. Just lay it out."
She had noticed the signs for weeks, but had kept quiet until now. The fear was simply too much to hold in any longer.
"It's just me and you," she pleaded, searching his eyes for answers.
Looking at Aunt May's anxious face, tears welled up in Parker's eyes. He couldn't bring himself to reveal his secret identity and burden her with constant fear for his life. But seeing her so broken over his behavior filled him with immense guilt.
Combined with the loss of his suit, the emotional weight became too heavy to bear. The dam broke, and Parker began to weep. "I lost the Stark internship."
Aunt May blinked, caught off guard. "What? What happened?"
"Yeah." Parker buried his face in his hands, trembling.
"I just thought that I could work really hard and he could... He would... You know. But I screwed it up." He sank helplessly into a dining chair.
"It's okay, it's okay." Aunt May instantly moved forward, gathering him into her arms. "It's okay."
Wrapped in her warm embrace, Parker sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
"I'm not trying to ruin your life," May whispered softly, stroking his hair.
"Yeah, I know."
"I used to sneak out too."
"Yeah."
Forcing a gentle smile onto her face, she said. "And take a shower. You smell. You smell like garbage."
Parker let out a weak chuckle, nodding. "I know."
The setback hit him deeper than anything he had ever experienced, a heavy thorn lodged deep in his heart. Yet, as he walked toward the bathroom, Tony's parting words echoed relentlessly in his mind: If you are nothing without the suit, then you don't deserve it.
At school the next day, Parker was called to the office by the teacher. The teacher told him a lot and encouraged him to study hard.
Ned was waiting for him at the door. Seeing Parker come out, he said quickly. "Are you expelled? Do you have to go to that high school where the principal has a crossbow?"
Parker's mood was very low. "Pretty sure that's an urban myth, and no, I'm not expelled."
Ned exclaimed, "You're lucky."
And in the days that followed, Parker went to school as always and did better in school. He played games with Ned, building blocks. But there was never a particularly happy expression on his face. With a heavy heart, every day was over.
After class one day, Lizzie just happened to be approaching. "Hey."
Parker greeted her. "I thought you had calculus fifth period."
Lizzie laughed: "Yeah, I was just doing some homecoming stuff."
Parker walked over and was a little shy: "Hey, look, I, uh... I just wanted to apologize about the whole decathlon thing."
Liz said: "It's fine. Last week, decathlon was the most important thing, but then I almost died."
Parker opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. "No, I'm... I just mean that... it was not cool, especially... because... I like you."
He finally said it. He thought that the other party would have a big reaction.
Unexpectedly, Liz said: "I know."
Immediate astonishment and unconcealed ecstasy appeared on his face. "You do?"
Liz said: "You're terrible at keeping secrets."
Parker suddenly laughed: "Yeah, you'd be surprised."
The atmosphere between the two became a little different because of Parker's words.
Parker's mood was obviously much better. "I got to get to class, but, um... I'd say we should hang out, but I'm gonna be in detention for... ever, but, um... I guess you already have a date to homecoming."
Parker's behavior became a little helpless.
Liz smiled and said, "Actually, I was so busy planning it, I never really got around to that part, so..."
She looked at Parker expectantly. The meaning in the tone speaks for itself.
Parker was even more excited. "Uh, do you want to..."
Parker pointed to himself. "Go with me..."
Liz said firmly in a very positive tone: "Yeah. Sure."
Parker felt incredible. "Really? I mean, uh, great. Cool."
"Cool."
"I'm actually going that way. Um..." Parker walked past her.
A smile gradually appeared on his face with his back turned to her. He didn't expect that after he took the initiative to say it this time, the result would be like this. The joy in his heart completely swept away the previous unhappiness. When walking, he even jumped up and down.
Congratulations appeared on the broadcast.
"Parker finally spoke up! Awesome!"
"What a pure feeling!"
"Treasure it well; it will be gone when you grow up."
"Lovers get married."
"Because he was Spider-Man before, Parker was too stressed to do what he wanted to do."
"Yeah, at the last meeting, Parker finally decided to stand on the side of justice."
The screen turns.
Parker slid to Aunt May. "May, I need your help."
After Aunt May got to know him a bit, she realized that he was going to an event with Liz.
After some cleaning up, Parker changed into a formal suit and put on a bow tie and sprayed on perfume. He even learned how to dance with Aunt May for a while.
When night falls, Aunt May drove Parker over. "It's game day. So, what's the plan?"
Parker thought about it: "Open the door for her. Tell her she looks nice, but not too much because that's creepy. Don't be creepy. When I dance with her, I'm putting my hands on her hips. I got this."
Parker holds a flower in his hand and went to Liz's door. He ring the doorbell and let out a long breath. Parker calmed himself down. When the sound of footsteps was heard, Parker was suddenly excited. The door opened, and a middle-aged man stood in front of him.
Parker froze for a moment. All the excitement and tension disappeared. There was only confusion left in his mind. Because this middle-aged man, whom he had just met not long ago, had fought against each other. Otherwise, it's Toomes, the boss of trading weapons. He was very flustered at this time as he never imagined that this would happen. The expression on his face instantly stiffened.
The audience exploded and yelled.
"F**k! The villain's boss is his father-in-law?!"
"Damn! Parker is too miserable!"
"How bloody unlucky does he have to be for this to happen!"
"Parker knows Toomes; how painful he is!"
"Crazy, just crazy."
"This is really... Parker Adventures!"
"Does Toomes not know Parker?"
Toomes, looking at Parker. Smiling and nodding: "You must be Parker."
Parker quickly said: "Yeah."
Toomes reached out and said: "I'm Liz's dad. Put her there."
The two shook hands with each other, and Toomes was surprised: "Hell of a grip."
Saying that, he pulled Parker into the room. "Come on in here. Come on."
Parker was stiff the whole time as he didn't know how to deal with it. Soothing music was playing in the room, but his mood was not happy at all. He stood there for a few seconds in the dark. Parker walked slowly towards the living room, and the scene in front of him was really unreal.
"Hi, Peter. You look very handsome." Liz's Mother appeared from behind.
Parker had no confidence: "Thank you."
Toomes was tinkering with cutlery while Parker stood there bewildered. His expression was serious, and he even had some sweat.
Seeing this, Toomes asked: "You all right, Pete?"
Parker nodded slightly: "Yeah."
Toomes clearly didn't believe it.
Pointing to his face, he said: "Because you look pale."
Parker opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Toomes said, for relief: "You want something to drink? A bourbon or a Scotch, or something like that?"
Parker quickly shook his head and said: "I'm not old enough to drink."
Toomes smiled and praised: "That's the right answer."
Footsteps sounded behind him, then Toomes praised in surprise: "Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Do you look beautiful."
Liz came over and smiled: "Please don't embarrass me, Dad."
Toomes Road: "Doesn't she, Pete?"
Parker stared at Liz and nodded: "Yeah, you look really good."
Toomes laughed: "Once again, that's the right answer."
It's just that Parker's expression and state were obviously very nervous at this time.
Toomes said to the crowd: "Well, hey, I'm your chauffeur, so, uh, let's get this show on the road."
Liz's mother took the camera and said: "No, no, no, we have to take some pictures, babe. All right."
Parker stood with Lizzie. "Oh, right here. Perfect. Peter, closer."
Parker smiled forcefully, and his eyes drifted to Tooms from time to time.
Looking at Tooms, he lowered his head and said, "Sir, you don't have to drive us."
Tooms waved: "No, no, it's not a big deal. I'm going out of town. It's right on my way."
Mama Liz explained: "He's always going. Have fun."
Tooms, wearing his coat, said: "Last time."
After a goodbye, Tooms was driving to take Parker and Lizzie to their destination. In a quirky atmosphere, Tooms asked: "What are you gonna do, Pete?
Parker, who was looking out the window, wandering, turned around. "What?"
"When you graduate, what do you think you'll do?"
Parker didn't know how to answer. "Oh, um, I don't know."
Liz said: "Don't grill him, Dad."
Tooms said while driving: "Just saying, you know. All you guys who go to that school... you pretty much have your life planned out, right?
Parker said: "Yeah, no, I'm just a sophomore."
Liz leaned over to Toombs and said. "Peter has an internship with Tony Stark. I think he doesn't have to worry."
Tooms said in amazement, "Really? Stark? So cool."
Tooms asked. "What do you do?"
Parker paused and said: "Yeah, actually, I don't intern for him anymore."
Liz said in surprise: "Really?
Parker replied: "Yeah, it got, um... boring."
Liz was surprised: "It was boring? You got to hang out with Spider-Man."
Hearing the result, Tooms hurriedly asked. "Really? Spider-Man? Wow. What's he like?"
Parker pursed his lips and said, "Yeah, he's nice. Nice man. Solid dude."
Tooms's expression was thoughtful, and he didn't ask any more. While driving, he looked at Parker in the rearview mirror. With doubt on his face: "I've seen you around, right? I mean... somewhere. We've, uh...Have we ever... Because even the voice...
Tooms seemed to think of something, but just couldn't.
Liz explained: "Um, he does Academic Decathlon with me. And he was at my party."
Parker quickly smiled and said: "It was a great party, really great, yeah. Beautiful house, a lot of windows. Heh."
As a result, Liz laughed: "That was... I was there longer than two seconds."
Parker faltered and explained: "That was... I was there longer than two seconds."
Liz said: "You disappeared."
Parker quickly said: "No. No, I did not disappear."
Liz complained again: "Yes, you did. You disappeared like you always do, like you did in D.C. too."
Tooms, who was driving, heard their conversation, and the doubt in his expression grew heavier.
The audience exclaimed.
"It's over! It's about to be revealed!"
"This is the pig teammate!"
"If Liz hadn't said so many things, Tooms probably wouldn't have been able to react, and now it's definitely confirmed."
"The key is that Tooms wanted to kill Parker before, and now it's okay..."
"Offer their heads on a silver platter."
With a sigh, Tooms said deliberately: "Whew. That's terrible what happened down there in D.C., though. Were you scared?"
Parker nodded.
He stared at Parker and said slowly: "I'll bet you were glad when your old pal Spider-Man... showed up in the elevator, though, huh?"
Parker glanced at Liz and looked at Tooms again: "Yeah, well, I actually didn't go up. I saw it all from the ground. Yeah. Very lucky that he was there that day."
Under the traffic light, Tooms' face flickered as he stared at Parker with a weird smile on his face. "Good old Spider-Man."
Liz urged: "Dad, the light."
The car was quickly driven to the destination. "Here we are. End of the line."
"Thanks, Dad."
Tooms said: "You head in there, gumdrop. I'm gonna give Peter the, uh, "dad" talk."
Liz comforted Parker by saying: "Don't let him intimidate you."
"Love you," Liz said goodbye to her dad and got out of the car.
"Love you, gumdrop." Tooms then picked up a gun directly from under his seat and stared back at Parker. "Does she know?"
Parker looked at Tooms. "Know what?"
Tooms smiled and said, "So she doesn't. Good. Close to the vest. I admire that. I've got a few secrets of my own. Of all the reasons I didn't want my daughter to date..."
Smiling, Tooms said, "Peter... nothing is more important than family. You saved my daughter's life. I could never forget something like that. So I'm gonna give you one chance. Are you ready?"
Tooms stared at Parker. There is a warning in the tone: "You walk through those doors, you forget any of this happened... and don't you ever, ever... interfere with my business again. Because if you do... I'll kill you... and everybody you love."
Tooms made no secret of his murderous intent. "I'll kill you dead. That's what I'll do to protect my family. Do you understand?"
Parker lowered his head and did not speak. "Hey. I just saved your life. Now, what do you say?"
Parker looked up: "Thank you."
Tooms nodded heavily: " You're welcome. Now, you go on in there, and you show my daughter a good time, okay? Just not too good."
Parker and Tooms looked at each other for two seconds and opened the door; then he closed the door with a look of disappointment. Parker felt like he was out of shape. He didn't expect his identity to be exposed so soon, and the other party was also the father of the person he had a crush on.
Standing in front of the glass door, looking through the glass at the cheerful crowd inside, various thoughts flashed in Parker's mind. He opened the door, then, through the crowd, he came to Liz under the loud music.
Liz laughed, but Parker looked at her, paused, and said, "Gotta go."
Lizzie looked bewildered and puzzled.
Parker shook his head in pain. "I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Parker ran directly outside and reached out to take off the suit. He went to the storage cabinet and yanked it open to take out his stored gear. The outfits were simple clothes he used to make himself.
However, he just ran out the back door when the bald man came from behind the car. Gravity Fist gleamed, and a punch hit his arm, knocking him off.
The bald man stared at the kid lying on the ground and said. "He gave you a choice. You chose wrong."
"What the hell?" Peter groaned
He smiled and sneered: "What's with the crappy costume?"
After speaking, the gravity fist in his hand is activated again.
Parker looked at the gear on the ground not far away. "My web-shooters."
He ran over, trying to get his transmitter.
The bald man slammed hard on the school bus. Under the violent friction, the school bus blasted Parker in circles. The bald man held a gravity fist and walked towards Parker with a smile.
"I wasn't sure about this thing at first, but damn." He said and punched out.
Parker, who had just stood up, was blasted away again. Smashed directly from the front of the school bus to the rear of the school bus. Then the bald head punched and slammed it against the side of the school bus. The school bus kept rolling over while Parker also turned around inside. With a bang, the school bus fell to the ground.
Parker struggled to get out. "Why did he send you here?"
The bald man raised the gravity fist in his hand. "Guess you'll never know."
Just when he was about to strike, he suddenly encountered spider silk sticking to his gravity fist. Parker was stunned and turned back quickly. It was astonishing to see Ned holding a spider web launcher with spider silk attached to it.
Parker exclaimed: "Nice shot."
Saying that, he took the other launcher in his hand, popped out the spider silk, and blocked the opponent's gravity punch. Then a cobweb was sprayed, and the bald man was glued to the school bus. "Yes! Ned, the guy with the wings is Liz's dad."
Ned was shocked. "What?"
Parker said quickly, "I gotta tell Mr. Stark. Call Happy Hogan. He's Mr. Stark's head of security. Get a computer and track my phone."
Ned asked: "Will you be okay?"
Parker ejected the spider silk and dragged himself to the sky while urging Ned: "Hurry, we gotta catch him... before he leaves town."
Ned hurriedly ran towards the school while Parker quickly chased in the direction the car had left.