[Marvel : Spoiling Spider-man] Chapter 291 - 295

Chapter 291: Pulling the Ferry Barehanded

[The Vulture had no choice but to continue firing energy blasts at Spider-Man. But the moment he shot, Spider-Man flipped over him and fired another web, sticking to his other foot.]

[Now, both of Vulture’s feet were tangled in webbing. Furious, he kept blasting at Spider-Man, but the nimble hero dodged every shot with ease.]

[Spider-Man swung toward Vulture with another strand of webbing, twisting in mid-air to avoid the energy blasts. No matter how much Vulture fired, he couldn’t hit him.]

[Then, moving behind him, Spider-Man adjusted his trajectory and fired multiple strands of webbing at Vulture’s wings.]

[He swung back onto the ferry, gripping the webbing tightly. His plan was simple: use the webs to jam the Vulture’s wings, just like he had once done to Sam.]

[But Vulture, anticipating the tactic, flapped one wing hard, slicing through most of the webbing. Then he raised the other wing and cleanly cut through the remaining strands.]

[Spider-Man’s eyes widened as Vulture broke free and raised his weapon again. Thinking fast, he shot another web, sticking it to the high-tech gun in Vulture’s hand. The two of them struggled for control.]

[With a sudden burst of power, Vulture’s wings kicked into full throttle, yanking Spider-Man off the ferry and slamming him into a metal pillar. Spider-Man gritted his teeth and yelled, "Activate the shock net!"]

[As he adjusted his stance, Karen activated the shock net, sending a powerful surge of electricity down the webbing.]

[Vulture convulsed from the electric shock, his grip loosening. The weapon flew out of his hand, clattering onto the ferry’s deck. Spider-Man, caught off guard, also tumbled onto the deck due to the sudden release of tension.]

[Whether from the shock or the impact, the weapon had become unstable. The moment it landed, it began to spark wildly, its energy core fluctuating dangerously.]

[Seeing the situation escalate, Spider-Man instinctively moved to contain the weapon, using webbing to seal its firing ports and securing it to the ground with multiple layers of webbing.]

[Vulture, recovering behind him, yelled in frustration, "You have no idea what you’re messing with!"]

[Just as Spider-Man was about to ask what he meant, the energy core in the weapon surged violently. The webbing around it strained, unable to contain the growing power.]

[Then, in a catastrophic burst, the weapon overpowered its restraints. First, a concentrated energy beam blasted through the webbing. Then, multiple purple beams shot out, piercing straight through the ferry—both upwards and downwards.]

[A deafening explosion rocked the vessel as energy beams tore through its hull, slicing it apart. The terrified passengers screamed as the ferry violently split into two halves.]

[Herman, realizing the impending disaster, made a desperate dash toward the deck. Vulture swooped down at the last second, grabbing him and escaping while the ferry was left in critical condition.]

[The unleashed energy even sent shockwaves rippling across the water, further destabilizing the already damaged vessel.]

[Passengers stood frozen in horror, staring at the massive crack that now ran through the ferry’s structure.]

"Oh, sht! This is bad!" 2nd Gen Harry exclaimed, gripping the edge of his seat. Seeing this unfold, he couldn’t help but think that 3rd Gen Spider-Man had completely screwed up.

At the same time, he felt relieved that while 2nd Gen Spider-Man could be reckless and stubborn, he at least knew when to back off. Unlike 3rd Gen, who was so desperate to prove himself that he had just caused a disaster.

"There are so many passengers on board. If that ferry sinks, the casualties will be catastrophic!" Connors, who had been discussing biological web advancements with Harry earlier, now looked grim.

"Yeah! I just hope they can get rescued in time… otherwise, who knows how many will die?" 2nd Gen Harry muttered.

Meanwhile, Tony frowned and asked, "Jarvis, what are Spider-Man’s options here? How does he stop this?"

Jarvis immediately pulled up schematics of the ferry and analyzed its structural integrity.

"Gross tonnage: 5,901 tons. Length: 104 meters. Displacement: 2,794 tons—excluding the weight of passengers and vehicles on board."

After calculating the data, Jarvis concluded, "Unless Spider-Man reinforces the ferry before the crack expands, the structural integrity will be compromised beyond recovery. The tensile strength of his webbing will not be enough to hold the ship together indefinitely."

"If the ferry splits completely, water will flood in, causing both halves to tilt outward. The greater the angle of tilt, the more force will be required to keep it stable."

"While Spider-Man’s webbing is stronger than steel cables, it has a breaking point. The weight of the ferry will eventually exceed that limit."

Tony and Banner exchanged worried looks. Right now, all they could do was hope Spider-Man acted fast enough to contain the damage.

[Spider-Man looked down in horror as water began rushing into the lower deck’s garage. The crack in the hull was growing by the second.]

[The ferry started tilting, its two halves pulling further apart. Panic erupted among the passengers as they scrambled for safety.]

[Spider-Man took a deep breath, heart pounding. "Oh my god… Karen! Show me the ship’s structural layout! Highlight the strongest support points!"]

[Karen responded instantly, projecting a red-highlighted wireframe of the ferry’s internal structure onto his mask’s HUD.]

[Without wasting a second, Spider-Man launched himself across the ferry, attaching thick webbing to the highlighted support points, reinforcing every weak spot he could find.]

[He moved at breakneck speed, jumping between the decks, firing rapid web grenades and thick beam-like strands of webbing, forming a crisscrossing web structure to hold the ship together.]

[Finally, he landed atop the ship’s mast, gasping for breath as he observed his work. Thick layers of webbing covered the damaged sections, suspending the ship in a delicate balance.]

[Karen chimed in, "Well done, Peter! Your chances of success are 98%!"]

[Spider-Man’s eyes widened. "Wait… 98%? What about the other 2%?"]

["There is one remaining support point that hasn’t been reinforced," Karen pointed out, marking the missing section on his display.]

[Before Spider-Man could react, a nearby passenger—a tall, excited black man—clapped his hands and shouted, "Yeah! Spider-Man saved us!!!"]

[But the moment he finished speaking, a sharp SNAP echoed through the air.]

[Spider-Man’s eyes widened in horror. The webbing around the ship snapped, one by one.]

["NONONO—NOOO!!!"]

[The structural integrity of the webbing collapsed. Water flooded into the ship’s garage, tilting the ferry even further. Passengers struggled to stay upright, clutching onto anything they could as they screamed in terror.]

[As the ship lurched, people lost their footing. Some fell to the floor, while others barely managed to cling to the railings.]

[Spider-Man watched helplessly as the webbing broke apart. His mind spiraled into panic. "No—no, no, no, NO!!!"]

[With no other choice, he jumped. He grabbed onto one of the last remaining strands of webbing, then fired another toward the opposite side of the ferry.]

[Hanging in the air, he began pulling the ship together with his bare hands.]

[As more webbing snapped, the full weight of the ship shifted onto him. His arms screamed in agony, muscles straining against the impossible force.]

[But Spider-Man refused to let go. He clenched his jaw, gripping the webs as tightly as possible, screaming from the sheer pain—determined to hold the ferry together with every ounce of strength he had left.]

Chapter 292: My Father, Iron Man

"There's no way he can hold it."

Otto sighed as he watched Spider-Man struggle to keep the ferry from splitting in half.

"This isn't like when the our Gen Spider-Man stopped the train," he explained. "The train was heavy and moving at full speed, but he managed to slow it down by using a massive amount of webbing to create leverage."

"But the weight of a ferry—and the kinetic energy after it breaks apart—is something entirely different."

The structural integrity was already compromised, water was gushing in from below, and the ship’s center of gravity had shifted. The cargo was displacing erratically, making the situation even worse.

Even if Spider-Man somehow held it for a few seconds longer, the physics were against him.

"There are only two possible outcomes," Otto continued. "One, the webbing snaps under the strain. No matter how strong it is, it has a breaking point."

"Two, if the webbing does hold, then he won’t. He’ll either be forced to let go, or his body will fail before he even realizes it. Best case? He dislocates something. Worst case? He loses a limb."

"No matter what, he can't save this ship alone."

1st Gen Spider-Man frowned. He tried putting himself in 3rd Gen's position. If this were me… what could I do?

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized—he’d be just as powerless in this situation.

[Just as Spider-Man was reaching his breaking point, something unexpected happened—the two halves of the ferry stopped drifting apart.]

[Instead, they began pulling back together. Spider-Man, straining with everything he had, suddenly felt himself being lifted instead of dragged down.]

[Confused, he glanced around. "What… happened?"]

[He landed on the ferry’s deck and heard a clank-clank-clank—the unmistakable sound of metal locking into place. His eyes widened. "Wait… what?"]

[Then, in the window reflection opposite him, a familiar red-and-gold figure appeared.]

[Tony Stark. Floating outside the ship. Arms crossed. Looking unimpressed.]

["Hey there, Spider-Man. Thought you were at band practice?"]

[Before Spider-Man could respond, he turned his head toward the sky. A series of thrusters were streaking toward them, separate from his suit.]

[They flew to both sides of the ferry, locking onto the hull. The moment they latched on, they activated, generating a massive burst of thrust.]

[The combined force from multiple thrusters successfully stabilized the ferry, pulling its two halves back together.]

[With the biggest crisis averted, Tony gave Spider-Man a glance, then ascended into the air.]

[Inside the ferry, the same black man from earlier clapped excitedly. "Yeah!!! Iron Man!!!"]

[The other passengers erupted into cheers.]

[Meanwhile, Spider-Man quickly swung after Tony, following him to the lower deck. He arrived just in time to see Stark cutting through debris with a laser, sealing off the damage.]

["Wait, Mr. Stark!" Spider-Man called, catching up. He swung up to the top deck, landing beside him. "Hey! Can I help? Can I do anything?"]

[Tony barely spared him a glance as he secured the observation deck with reinforced steel cables. "I think you’ve done enough already."]

[Spider-Man stood there, suddenly feeling small. As he looked around, he saw dozens of rescue ships approaching from the distance. Helicopters hovered overhead, ready to assist.]

"Whoa… that was awesome!"

Otto stared at the scene, amazed. "Independent intelligent thrusters? This is next-level tech."

"Yeah!" 1st Gen Spider-Man was equally impressed. Just when it seemed like there was no hope, Stark had swooped in like a literal savior, fixing everything in seconds.

Sure, some property was lost, but there were zero casualties. That alone was an incredible outcome.

George Stacy exhaled, finally relaxing. He turned to 2nd Gen Spider-Man and said, "Now I finally understand why the 3rd Gen Spider-Man calls Iron Man his father."

Before 2nd Gen could say anything, Gwen chimed in, "But you have to admit—Tony really did treat Peter Parker III like a son. He might’ve recruited him for help, but he also gave him a fully-equipped suit."

"He encouraged him. And from the way he talks to him, it's obvious—he cares about him."

Even Tony himself looked surprised. Watching his future self handle the situation so smoothly made him realize just how far he had come.

"That me probably figured out Spider-Man was lying," he muttered, rubbing his chin. "Which means he tracked his location manually. Or…"

His eyes narrowed in thought.

"Karen probably sees everything Spider-Man does," he guessed. "She must’ve sent the thrusters automatically when things got out of control."

Then, a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Banner, did you see that? The thrusters—look at them closely!" Tony replayed the footage, pointing at the moment the thrusters arrived.

Banner raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What about it?"

"I just had a genius idea."

Banner sighed. "Tony, you have a new idea every two minutes."

"No, no, hear me out," Tony insisted. "We should build a platform—one that provides remote support at any time. When we need it, it appears instantly."

"And since we’ve already solved remote control issues, all we need is a satellite signal. That way, no matter where we are, we can call for backup."

Banner paused, then slowly nodded. "...That’s actually not a terrible idea."

The two of them exchanged a glance.

"But before that," Banner added, "we need better nanomaterials. Otherwise, this won’t be possible."

Tony smirked. "Already ahead of you. I’ve been gathering research on nanotechnology for a while now."

[Meanwhile, at the Vulture’s secret base…]

[Only two people remained: Toomes and Mason. Even Herman was preparing to flee with his cut of the loot.]

[Vulture stared at him. "So that’s it? You’re running?"]

[Herman scoffed, stepping closer. "The FBI is onto us. Iron Man is onto us. Yeah, I’m getting the hell out. And you should too."]

[Toomes didn’t flinch. "You know I can’t do that."]

[Herman frowned. "Then what’s your plan?"]

[Vulture turned to Mason, his voice calm. "That high-altitude vacuum seal device. Can you fix it? So it’ll be ready when I need it?"]

[Mason’s head snapped up. He stared in disbelief. "Wait… really?!"]

[For so long, Vulture had refused to consider this option. But now, he was asking for it.]

[Realizing his chance, Mason grinned. "Of course I can! Trust me, you won’t regret this."]

[Vulture turned back to Herman. "You in?"]

[Herman raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer.]

Chapter 293: The Reclaimed Battle Suit

"High-altitude vacuum sealing device? What does Toomes want to do with that?" Tony frowned, deep in thought as he analyzed the meaning behind the term that had appeared multiple times.

"As the name suggests, it’s likely a mechanism that ensures stability at high altitudes, unaffected by internal and external pressure changes—similar to how an airplane maintains cabin pressure at high speeds," Banner speculated, rubbing his chin.

Rhodey, who was standing nearby, asked curiously, "Why specifically a high-speed aircraft?"

"Because only airplanes reach such high altitudes, where the pressure inside and outside differs significantly. Wait… Shit! He’s not planning to hijack an aircraft or some flying structure, is he?"

Tony's casual explanation suddenly turned into an alarmed exclamation as he pieced things together.

"It's highly possible, but we still don't know which specific target he's after. However, it must be something significant! Otherwise, Toomes wouldn't have rejected Mason’s offers so many times before," Banner agreed with Tony’s deduction.

Rhodey added, "Now that he’s desperate, he’ll definitely be going all out."

Nick Fury had reached the same conclusion, but his mind was already racing toward a more concerning possibility—their aerospace carrier. Aside from the one already operational, three more were still under construction.

[The screen shifts to Spider-Man, who sits on the rooftop, hood removed, silently looking down at the city below. Tony flies toward him.]

["Just a quick recap of ‘Peter’s Trouble’—I told you to stay out of this! And instead, what do you do? You hack a multi-million-dollar suit! Just so you can go behind my back and do exactly what I warned you against!"]

[Spider-Man listens to Tony’s scolding in silence. His thoughts remain unreadable as he blinks and asks, "Is everyone safe?"]

[Tony responds with a calm but firm tone, "It’s not because of you!"]

[Spider-Man turns around, facing Tony. "Not because of me?" He hops off the railing, frustration evident in his voice. "Those weapons are still out there! I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen!"]

[Tony watches as Spider-Man speaks, lowering his flight altitude.]

["None of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!" Spider-Man huffs in exasperation before scoffing. "If you really cared, you’d be here in person!"]

[Assuming Tony was once again controlling the Iron Man suit remotely like before, Spider-Man is stunned when Tony suddenly disengages the armor, stepping out in front of him.]

[Spider-Man instinctively takes a few steps back as Tony approaches. "I am here, kid."]

["Who do you think called the FBI? Huh? You know I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone said I was crazy for recruiting a 14-year-old into the team!"]

[Tony’s words carry weight as he takes slow, deliberate steps forward, his presence almost overwhelming. Spider-Man, feeling the pressure, continues to back away.]

[Hearing that, Spider-Man quickly corrects him, "I’m 15 years old!"]

[Tony’s irritation flares even more. "NO! You shut up now, okay? The adults are talking!"]

["What if someone died tonight, huh? That’d be different, wouldn’t it? Because then it’d be your fault! If you died, I’d have to live with that guilt! And I don’t want to have that on my conscience!"]

[Realizing his mistake, Spider-Man immediately apologizes, "Yes, sir. I’m sorry."]

[But Tony, still glaring, responds coldly, "Yeah? Well, what’s the point of apologizing?"]

[Spider-Man, trying to prove himself, stammers, "I just… I just wanted to be like you."]

[But Tony shakes his head. "And I wanted you to be better than me."]

[Disappointed, Tony makes a decision. "Alright! Since this clearly isn’t working, I’m taking the suit back."]

[Spider-Man, panicked, asks, "For how long?"]

[Tony doesn’t hesitate. "Forever. That’s right—this is the rule."]

[The reality of the situation dawns on Spider-Man, and he pleads, "NO! NO! Please! Please!"]

[Tony doesn’t budge. "Hand it over."]

[Spider-Man has grown too accustomed to the suit, unable to accept losing it. "You don’t understand! This is all I have! Without it, I’m nothing!"]

[Tony grabs his wrist, looking him straight in the eye. "If you’re nothing without this suit, then you don’t deserve it. Do you understand?"]

[Even Tony himself flinches at his words, running a hand down his face before muttering, "God, I sound just like my dad."]

[Spider-Man stares at him, determination flickering in his gaze. He has made up his mind for what comes next. He glances into the distance, lips pressing together before admitting, "I don’t have any other clothes."]

[Tony realizes the awkwardness of the moment and sighs. "Alright… We’ll figure something out."]

"Peter, huh…" The first-generation Uncle Ben sighed as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn’t expected Tony to take back the suit, nor did he expect Spider-Man to be so dependent on it.

"He doesn’t seem to realize that his strength comes from himself, not the suit Tony Stark gave him," Aunt May murmured.

"Yeah. Even without all the high-tech gadgets, wearing just a simple homemade suit, our Peter was still Spider-Man," Uncle Ben reflected. Though 1st Gen Spiderman had faced his fair share of struggles in life and love, he never relied on external technology to be a hero.

Before meeting Tony, this Spider-Man had crafted his own suit and web-shooters. But as the saying goes—it’s easy to move from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go back to frugality.

Tony rubbed his face, feeling more certain than ever that he had unknowingly been raising Spider-Man like a son. He also knew that he’d never truly take the suit away forever.

Because he understood Peter too well. This was just a punishment, a lesson. And watching his future self, Tony realized—Howard Stark had once had the same expectations for him. It was just a shame that he never got the chance to tell Howard that he finally understood.

At that moment, Rhodey suddenly remarked, "Y’know, what you said to Peter sounds a lot like what the Sky Screen said to Thor before."

"Yeah, I know. Thor told me about it," Tony admitted, his expression shifting as he processed it. If he stripped away the Iron Man suit, what was left of him—besides his wealth?

This very thought had been a driving force for him for years. The title of ‘savior’ once fed his ego, but now? Now it was a burden, a duty.

Carrying that name meant carrying responsibility. And Tony had resolved to protect the world at any cost.

He didn’t want to keep playing defense. He didn’t want to always be one step behind. Why couldn’t they be prepared in advance?

If possible, he’d arm the entire world in Iron Man suits.

And in truth, every major country was already working toward the same goal. Behind the scenes, unseen by the public, the government’s vast machinery was operating at full throttle—producing weapons and technology, preparing for the inevitable war against extraterrestrial threats.

Chapter 294: Preliminary Confirmation of Relationship

[After handing over his battle suit, Spider-Man returned home in the casual clothes Tony had bought him, his mood heavy with disappointment. He knocked on the door, and when Aunt May opened it, she took a deep breath before stepping aside to let him in.]

[Relieved that Peter was safe, Aunt May’s initial worry quickly turned into frustration. "I called you all day! You didn’t answer even once! You can’t do this, Peter!"]

["And then the ferry incident happened! I called five police stations—five! I even called five of your friends! And Ned’s mother!"]

[Seeing how shaken she was, Peter hurried to comfort her. "May, I’m fine! Really, I am. Relax, I’m okay!"]

[Aunt May, however, wasn’t ready to let it go. She crossed her arms and gave him a sharp look. "Cut the nonsense. I know you skipped detention. I also know you snuck out of your hotel room in Washington!"]

["And I know you’ve been sneaking out every night! This has to stop! Peter, you have to tell me what’s going on. Be honest—it’s just you and me here."]

[Faced with Aunt May’s questioning, Peter’s eyes turned misty. He hesitated before admitting, "I lost my internship at Stark Industries."]

["What?" Aunt May blinked, caught off guard.]

["Yeah," Peter nodded, his voice heavy with disappointment.]

Aunt May studied him carefully. "What happened?"

[Peter lowered his head, his tone full of self-reproach. "I thought… if I worked hard enough, he’d see that. That he’d—" He sighed. "But I messed up."]

[Feeling his distress, Aunt May sat beside him, running her fingers through his hair in a comforting gesture. "Oh, honey, it’s okay. It’s okay."]

["I’m sorry I made you worry," Peter murmured, leaning against her.]

["You know I’m not trying to ruin your life, right?" Aunt May said softly, worried he’d blame her for losing his opportunity.]

["Yeah, I know."]

[Seeing that Peter was already upset, Aunt May decided not to press further about his nightly disappearances. Instead, she ruffled his hair and teased, "You know, I used to sneak out a lot when I was younger, too."]

[Then, catching a whiff of his clothes, she wrinkled her nose. "Go take a shower. You reek—you smell like… garbage."]

[Peter chuckled wearily. "Yeah, I know." With that, he got up and headed to the bathroom.]

"Oh… he must feel terrible," Helen Stacy murmured as she watched the scene unfold. "He just wanted to prove himself, but it backfired, making everything worse."

"That’s because he still doesn’t fully understand what his powers mean," George Stacy added. "Tony Stark was right—if someone had died, that would’ve been on him. But he doesn’t realize that yet."

"He wants to handle things on his own, but he doesn’t know what dangers he’s meddling with. And worst of all, he never stops to think if maybe—just maybe—he should involve an adult first."

"If he were just a regular kid, his mistakes wouldn’t be such a big deal. But he’s Spider-Man. His actions have real consequences. That’s what Tony’s mad about," George said firmly, glancing at the second-generation Spider-Man, hoping he wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

Aunt May gently stroked little Peter Parker’s hair without speaking. The young boy, watching his future self, felt just as disheartened. He hadn’t meant to make Tony angry.

[The scene shifts to Midtown High School. Inside the principal’s office, Spider-Man sits across from Principal Morita, who offers him some encouragement. "Peter, you’re a good kid. You’re smart. Stop letting your imagination run wild, alright?"]

[Peter nods. "Yes, sir."]

[Satisfied, the principal waves him off. "Good. Now, off you go."]

[As Peter exits, Ned rushes over, eyes wide with worry. "Were you expelled? Do you have to transfer to that school on 46th Street? The principal there has a crossbow for self-defense!"]

[Peter rolls his eyes. "I’m pretty sure that’s just an urban legend. And no, I wasn’t expelled."]

["Oh, thank God!" Ned breathes in relief.]

[The next few days pass peacefully. Peter focuses on his studies, actively participates in class, and even helps Ned complete their Death Star LEGO model.]

[One afternoon, as the bell rings, Peter exits the classroom and unexpectedly sees Liz approaching. He stops in his tracks, hesitates for a second, then greets her with a nervous smile. "Hey!"]

[Liz smiles back. "Hey!"]

[Peter shifts awkwardly. "I thought you had Calculus this period."]

["Yeah, but I’m preparing for Homecoming," Liz explains with a casual wave.]

[Peter gathers his courage and blurts out, "Hey, um… about what happened during the decathlon—I just wanted to say I’m really sorry. That was all my fault."]

["It’s fine," Liz says calmly.]

[Peter blinks. "Really?"]

[Liz glances at the school trophy in the display case. "Last week, that competition was the most important thing to me. But then… I almost died."]

["Yeah, I know! And that’s… that’s not okay," Peter stammers, struggling to find the right words.]

[Liz turns to face him fully. Peter takes a deep breath before confessing, "I like you."]

[She smiles knowingly. "I know."]

[Peter’s eyes widen in disbelief. "You know?"]

[Liz tilts her head, amused. "Peter, you’re terrible at keeping secrets."]

["Wow… you’d be surprised," Peter mutters under his breath, scratching the back of his head.]

[Just then, the school bell rings. Realizing he needs to get to class, Peter points over his shoulder. "I gotta go, but… I think we should go out sometime!"]

[Liz watches him, nodding with a small smile. "Uh-huh."]

[Peter swallows, hesitates, then cautiously asks, "You, uh… already have a date for Homecoming, right?"]

[Liz shrugs. "Honestly? I’ve been so busy preparing for the dance that I haven’t even thought about it. So…"]

[She gives him a small but expectant look.]

[Peter’s heart races as he processes her words. He points to himself. "Wait—are you saying… you’d go with me?"]

[Liz nods. "Yeah. Of course."]

["Wait, really?! That’s—wow, that’s awesome!"]

[Peter, overwhelmed with excitement, realizes he’s going to be late. "Uh—I was actually heading that way!" he exclaims, pointing dramatically behind Liz before rushing off.]

[As he jogs away, Liz turns, watching him with a soft smile. Meanwhile, Peter, barely containing his grin, practically skips down the hallway—his steps lighter than ever.]

Chapter 295: The Identity of the Vulture

"Oh wow! This feels just like what happened with second-generation Peter Parker and Gwen!" Otto remarked, watching Spider-Man and Liz’s conversation unfold. It brought back memories of a similar moment between Peter and Gwen in another universe.

"Yeah! It seems like third-generation Peter Parker is a lot happier. Even though he failed at work, at least he seems to have found something good in love," Rose nodded in agreement before turning to first-generation Spider-Man with a teasing smirk. "Peter, did you and Gwen have a similar experience?"

"Uh… to be honest? No," first-gen Spider-Man shrugged. His relationship with his Gwen had developed naturally after watching the Sky Screen. They had dated, but it was different from what the second and third versions of himself had gone through.

Meanwhile, Tony observed Liz on the Sky Screen and turned to Banner with a knowing smirk. "She seems like a nice girl, huh? But you probably don’t know who her father is."

"What do you mean?" Banner frowned, noticing Tony’s playful expression.

Tony chuckled. "We didn’t realize it at first, not until Liz’s mother briefly appeared after the Washington incident. That’s when I confirmed her identity."

At his signal, Jarvis replayed the footage of Liz running into Doris Toomes’ arms. "That’s Adrian Toomes’ wife. Which means… Liz is actually the daughter of the villain Peter is up against."

Rhodey, though unsurprised, played along, widening his eyes in exaggerated shock. "Whoa! No way! What a twist! I bet neither the mother nor the daughter knew what Toomes was really up to, huh?"

Tony shot him an unimpressed look. "Rod, your acting is terrible. You already knew this, so quit pretending to be surprised."

Banner, however, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It makes sense. Before Brice was killed, he was already threatening Toomes. This all lines up."

"Yeah! I wonder how Peter’s gonna react when he finds out," Rhodey said, his excitement growing.

Tony and Banner exchanged amused glances, both eager to see Spider-Man’s reaction.

[After returning home, Peter called out as soon as he stepped inside, "May! You gotta help me!"]

[Aunt May turned, startled by his urgency.]

[Peter rushed to pick out clothes, polishing his shoes until they gleamed. Aunt May, amused yet supportive, prepared a bouquet for him.]

[Peter hesitated, staring at the bottle of cologne in his hand, clearly not used to the scent.]

[With Aunt May’s help, he watched a tutorial video on tying a tie. After much struggle, he finally managed to get it right.]

[Then, dressed in a suit, he practiced dancing with Aunt May, trying not to step on her feet.]

[The scene shifts to Aunt May driving Peter to Liz’s house. She glances at him and asks, "So, big night. What’s the plan?"]

["Open the door for her, tell her she’s beautiful—but not too much, or it gets weird!" Peter recited, going over his mental checklist.]

["Yeah, don’t make it weird," Aunt May warned.]

["Right! And when I dance with her, hands on the waist—only the waist," Peter confirmed, stepping out of the car.]

[Armed with the bouquet Aunt May had bought, he approached the house and rang the doorbell, his face lit with anticipation. But the moment the door opened, his smile froze in place.]

[Standing in the doorway, Adrian Toomes greeted him with a polite nod. "You must be Peter."]

[Peter swallowed hard but forced himself to reply, "Yeah."]

[Toomes extended his hand with a friendly smile. "I’m Liz’s dad. Shake my hand."]

[Still in shock, Peter grasped his hand—perhaps a little too tightly. Toomes raised an eyebrow. "Wow, strong grip."]

[He then pulled Peter inside, patting his shoulder. "Come in, come in."]

[As Peter stepped inside, his mind was still reeling. His date’s father… was Vulture.]

"What the hell?! Liz’s dad is the winged guy?!" Otto nearly choked on his food when Toomes appeared on screen.

First-gen Spider-Man stared in disbelief. No way.

"Hahaha! Look at his face!" Rhodey burst into laughter, pointing at Peter’s dumbfounded expression.

"Yeah! He rang the doorbell, all excited, and the guy who answered is the one who wants to kill him. And he’s his girlfriend’s father. That’s a real nightmare," Tony smirked, swirling the drink in his hand as he watched Spider-Man’s expression go completely blank.

Aunt May, watching the screen, was equally stunned. "This is way too much of a coincidence!"

["Hi, Peter!" Doris Toomes appeared from behind, startling Peter, who had been too focused on Toomes to notice her approach.]

[She smiled warmly at him. "You look very handsome!"]

["Uh—thank you!" Peter replied, snapping back to reality.]

[Doris then turned to her husband and whispered, "Did you remember his name?"]

[Toomes, who had just greeted him moments ago, played dumb. "Was it Fred?"]

[Doris narrowed her eyes. "It’s Peter."]

[Toomes nodded, repeating it twice as if committing it to memory. "Peter, Peter."]

[Doris gave Peter a reassuring smile. "I’ll go get Lizzie."]

[As she disappeared upstairs, Peter turned to Toomes, who was now watching him closely. Noticing how uneasy Peter looked, Toomes tilted his head. "You alright, Peter?"]

["I-I’m fine!" Peter nodded a little too quickly.]

[Toomes grabbed a knife and casually waved it in front of his face while slicing something on the counter. "You don’t look fine. Want something to drink? Maybe a bourbon? Scotch?"]

[Peter shook his head, forcing a polite smile. "Uh, I’m not old enough to drink."]

[Toomes chuckled, seemingly pleased. "Correct answer."]

[Just then, Liz walked into the room, dressed elegantly for the dance. Toomes turned, his expression softening. "Wow, wow, wow! You look absolutely beautiful!"]

[Liz blushed slightly and shot him a look. "Dad, please don’t embarrass me!"]

[Toomes grinned and turned to Peter. "Right, Peter?"]

["Yeah! You look beautiful," Peter responded, his voice a little too stiff as he tried to act normal.]

[Toomes seemed satisfied. "Correct answer again."]

[Liz then noticed the small box in Peter’s hand. "Oh, is that a corsage?"]

[Peter immediately handed it to her, and Liz smiled as she accepted it. "Thank you!"]