Before the plane landed, Peter obediently dropped down from the ceiling, preparing to take off his suit and put it away.
At that moment, Happy said, "You don't need to take it off. Tony gave it to you, so just wear it if you like it."
"Uh, it's mine?"
"Yes."
"Really mine?"
"Yes."
"Oh, oh!" Peter waved his hands excitedly, remembering that this was part of the so-called September Fund that he and Iron Man had discussed.
However, this Spider-suit really exceeded his expectations, which caught him off guard.
Accustomed to hardship, the sudden acquisition of a suit worth at least several million dollars felt unreal.
"The plane is about to land, are you sure you want to buckle up?" Happy pointed to a seat not far away.
He was starting to get PTSD from this energetic guy, who had been bouncing around the plane for six hours, and just wanted to finish this job quickly and return to Stark Industries, away from this guy.
Kids are such a handful!
Peter obediently returned to his seat. He knew the noise during landing would be another assault on his senses.
Fortunately, he was prepared this time, and the suit's design was also very considerate, helping him isolate a lot of unnecessary external stimuli.
"After landing, we'll go to the hotel first. You can rest there. Either tonight or tomorrow, when Tony summons you, you'll have to leave, understand?"
Happy began to tell Peter about his upcoming schedule.
Peter nodded, indicating he understood.
He was treating it like a paid trip.
He'd never been abroad before in his life!
He wouldn't take off his suit.
He thought of a good plan.
He would wear the suit like thermal underwear, close to his skin, and keep the head covering separate in his pocket, with clothes over it.
That way, when he needed to, he could just take off the outer clothes and transform into Spider-Man!
This idea was brilliant!
Peter couldn't help but give himself a thumbs-up for his cleverness.
Underneath a highway overpass near Berlin, Captain America had just finished making out with his ex-girlfriend's niece, Sharon Carter (ugh, what a scumbag).
Captain America, Falcon, and Winter Soldier got a low-profile car and a plane to Siberia from Sharon, along with Captain America's shield, Falcon's flight suit, and so on.
It was like a gear giveaway.
Previously, after waking up from his brainwashed state, Winter Soldier had also remembered some things.
The Winter Soldier program wasn't just about him. Besides him, they had also cultivated five powerful super soldiers, and those five were even stronger than Winter Soldier!
And that guy disguised as a psychiatrist knew how to activate them!
Before, he had snuck into the place where Winter Soldier was held, deliberately controlling Winter Soldier in front of the world's media, making him destroy devices and escape, causing chaos and thus intensifying the conflict between Captain America and Iron Man.
Captain America didn't know what the psychiatrist's purpose was, and he didn't have time to think about it carefully now.
He realized that if he let the psychiatrist activate those five Winter Soldiers, it could lead to an even bigger disaster!
So he was going to stop him!
It was for this reason that Agent 13, Sharon Carter, was helping Captain America and his team, who were now wanted criminals.
Furthermore, Captain America had contacted Hawkeye.
And Hawkeye had taken Wanda from Vision, and also found Scott Lang, Ant-Man.
Now, Captain America's team of six had assembled at the airport.
Just as Captain America was jogging over, ready to start the helicopter...
Whoosh—
An electromagnetic pulse missile descended from the sky, landing precisely on the helicopter's rotor blades.
The electromagnetic burst disabled the rotor's starting mechanism.
原来是钢铁侠!
轰——
随着 Iron Man 的出现,War Machine's black armored body also descended from the sky.
"Didn't expect to run into old friends at the airport, strange, right?"
"It is indeed quite strange."
Captain America was used to the sarcastic remarks of these two guys in their cold armor, but with incredibly cheesy personalities, and said, "Tony, that psychologist, he's the mastermind."
Whoosh! A lithe figure jumped down from the second floor of the airport, wearing a black suit of armor with a metallic sheen, his physique was burly but not lacking in proportion.
It was T'Challa, the King of Wakanda, the Black Panther.
"Captain."
"Your Majesty."
Black Panther and Captain America greeted each other.
Actually, he didn't have any particular grudge against Captain America, but he believed his father had died at the hands of the Winter Soldier, and so he had come to seek revenge on him.
At this moment, Iron Man spoke.
"Ross wants me to arrest you within thirty-six hours. Twenty-four hours have already passed. Can you cooperate?"
Captain America said seriously, "You've got the wrong people."
Iron Man only replied, "Your judgment is flawed. Your old comrade killed a lot of innocent people yesterday!"
"But somewhere, there are five other super soldiers just like him," Captain America said, "I can't let the psychiatrist find them first!"
"Steve, you know what's coming," Black Widow said, slowly stepping forward. "Do you really want to fight your way out?"
Seeing their positions, Captain America knew his actions hadn't escaped the calculations of his old teammates from the very beginning.
They'd been waiting for him here all along.
Iron Man looked at Captain America's expression and sighed, "Alright, I don't have time to waste with you guys. Spider-Baby!"
Whoosh—
A figure leaped out from the side.
It was Peter.
In fact, they had already gathered at the airport ahead of time at Iron Man's request, before Captain America even entered the airport.
He was hiding behind a car.
The mission Iron Man gave him was to grab Captain America's shield as soon as the fighting started.
So, that's exactly what he was doing now.
Whoosh—
A web shot out, perfectly sticking to the shield in Captain America's hand.
Then, Peter pulled with all his might.
Captain America instinctively tried to pull it back, but he wasn't as strong as Peter, so he had to let go.
Peter held the shield in his right hand, spinning in the air, and at the same time, he had the free time to shoot a web at Captain America's hand.
Thwack!
A web-shooter blast hit Captain America's hand, exploding and forming a small web-cuff, binding him.
"Nice work, kid," Iron Man praised.
"Thanks, thanks a lot, but I think I could have landed that last one a little cooler," Peter said, grinning. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Stark, could you stop calling me 'onesie baby'? You know, I'm not wearing a onesie anymore."
"Can we talk about the nicknames later?"
"Okay," Peter said, looking at Captain America curiously, and somewhat excitedly, "Hello, Captain, it's nice to meet you. I often see you in gym class, but this is the first time I've seen you in person. You're my fan, oh no, I'm your idol, oh that's not right either..."
(End of this chapter)