"Good job, kid!" Iron Man praised.
When Ant-Man showed up just now, he thought they were going to lose the Shield. He hadn't expected Peter to react so quickly.
"What the hell was that thing? Is it really trash? Where did it come from, some kind of picture book?" War Machine fired off a string of questions.
"Ahem, I'm not trash. Let me introduce myself. I'm Ant-Man," Ant-Man slowly got up from the ground, glaring at Peter resentfully. "Kids these days have no respect for their elders."
"I'll respect you when you're old, Uncle Ant," Peter said, implying he'd never lost a battle of wits.
Ant-Man protested, "I'm not an ant! I'm Ant-Man, you Spider."
"I'm not Spider, I'm Spider-Man."
Seeing that the two were about to engage in a "battle of wills," Iron Man spoke up to stop them.
He had already used the thermal imaging on his Iron Man suit to locate the positions of Captain America's other allies.
"There are two on the landing pad, one of them is Wanda, I'll go get her."
Captain America was reaching out to Peter for his Shield: "Kid, can you give me the Shield?"
Peter held the Shield in his left hand and waved it, grinning, "Sorry, I'm pretty comfortable with this Shield, how about I keep it for now?"
Clang!
As he spoke, he slightly turned to the side and blocked an arrow with the Shield, deflecting it.
"Good job," Iron Man praised, turning and flying towards the landing pad, "Rhodey, you take care of the Captain."
Rhodey said, "There are two in the terminal, Wilson and Bucky Barnes."
"Bucky Barnes is mine!" Black Panther immediately ran towards the terminal.
Captain America's expression tightened slightly. Knowing he wouldn't get his Shield anytime soon, he didn't hesitate and turned to chase after Black Panther.
Bucky Barnes was his good friend, and he couldn't just stand by and watch Black Panther fight him.
However, without his Shield, Captain America, relying only on his flesh and blood, was no match for Black Panther.
He quickly fell behind.
If Black Panther wasn't holding back, Captain America probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few blows.
"Then I'll go and meet the famous Winter Soldier," Peter looked at the scene below, feeling he wasn't needed there for the moment.
Black Widow was already fighting with Ant-Man.
Everyone was fighting.
So, he decisively left, shooting a line of webbing towards the terminal.
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Soon, he found two people running on the second floor of the terminal, one of whom had a silver metal arm on his left hand.
With such a unique mark, it was the Winter Soldier!
Peter directly swung his Shield, smashing the glass with its edge, and charged in after it.
"Whoa, what the hell are you?" the Winter Soldier was startled.
Falcon assumed a fighting stance: "Everyone's got some flashy stuff these days, huh?"
Peter looked at the Winter Soldier's arm, emphasizing: "I don't think he's bad either."
Bucky Barnes looked at the Shield in his hand and asked, "Are you sure you want to stop us?"
"I have a job to do," Peter shrugged.
Bucky Barnes didn't say anything more; he wasn't much of a talker anyway.
Boom!
Bucky Barnes swung his Metal Arm at Peter.
Peter raised the Shield and easily blocked the blow, barely feeling the impact.
"Whoa, is this a Vibranium Shield? Cool!"
Just then, his Spider-Sense went off.
Peter put some force into it and jumped up.
Whoosh——
A figure zipped past the spot where he had been standing.
If he hadn't jumped, he'd probably be getting dragged away right now.
His powerful dynamic visual ability allowed him to see the figure clearly in an instant.
It was Falcon!
But he was in armed mode now, with a pair of Metal Wings on his back.
"Woah, he has a Metal Arm, you have Metal Wings, and you guys still have the nerve to say I'm flashy?" Peter aimed and shot a strand of Webbing at the back of Falcon.
Falcon dodged it with a nimble maneuver.
Then he fired a few micro-missiles in return at Peter.
This straightforward attack didn't faze Peter. He simply pretended to sidestep, easily avoiding all the attacks.
That's right, just pretended.
Because judging by the warning level of his Spider-Sense and the trajectory of the micro-missiles he'd estimated after a quick glance, those micro-missiles couldn't possibly hit him. At most, it was just a warning.
Sure enough, everyone was playing along, very understanding of the situation.
Of course, Peter was actually very interested in playing with them too.
Whoosh—
Another web shot out.
But it was dodged by Falcon again.
Peter scratched his head, glancing at his Shield with some annoyance.
If he had fired with both hands just now, he could have blocked Falcon's movement, and it would have been harder for him to dodge.
Of course, Spider-Man shouldn't be playing with a Shield.
Peter's eyes darted around. "Take this!"
He tossed the Shield, and it shot towards the Winter Soldier below.
The Winter Soldier was startled and raised his arm to catch the Shield, which pushed him back several steps due to the immense force.
Having successfully sent the Shield, Peter once again seriously engaged Falcon.
The space above the waiting hall was still relatively open for individuals like Peter.
But for Falcon, who was still wearing his mechanical Metal Wings suit, it was a bit too cramped.
Many of his actions were therefore restricted.
And Peter quickly realized this, putting it to use.
Taking advantage of a moment when Falcon was dodging a thick steel beam, he anticipated the position and shot a web, directly sticking to the power gear of the mechanical metal wings on Falcon's back.
Click, click.
After the gear moved a few times, it was bound by the tough webbing.
Falcon fell directly from the sky.
Peter originally wanted to go and save him, but he found the height wasn't even enough to cause him any injuries, so he didn't act.
Falcon landed on the ground and quickly got up, reaching out his hand, preparing to attack Peter again using his equipment.
At this moment, Peter had already anticipated his move.
Whoosh, whoosh. Two webs shot out, one to the left and one to the right, binding Falcon's hands to the railing.
"Are your wings carbon fiber? No wonder they have such good rigidity and elasticity."
"Do you shoot your webbing yourself?"
"Uh, of course not. Actually, I wish I could shoot webbing myself. It would be so convenient, I wouldn't have to cough secretly in class," Peter explained, a little embarrassed.
Falcon was speechless. "Kid, haven't you ever been in a fight? We usually don't say so much nonsense when we're fighting."
"Nonsense, of course I have!" Peter remembered his few battles in the Shadow Spider-Man world, and then realized the difference between the two.
In that world, he was actually a combination of himself and Shadow Spider-Man, so his methods were more decisive, and his mentality was more mature.
But this one now is the complete him.
He was saying so much nonsense, not for any other reason, but because... he was nervous!
(End of this chapter)