[Marvel : Spoiling Spider-man] Chapter 261 - 265

Chapter 261: Delmar

[Below the stage, Peter was talking to the teacher. "Peter, this is a national competition! Can't you take a weekend off?"]

["I can't go to Washington! If Mr. Stark needs me, I have to be here!" Peter explained.]

[Flash, who was reading a book nearby, scoffed, "You've never even been in the same room as Tony Stark!"]

[A female student on stage overheard the conversation and frowned. "Wait! What’s going on?"]

[A chubby girl lying on the floor responded, "Peter can't go to Washington!"]

["NONONO! Why not?" The girl and her classmates stared at Peter in disbelief.]

[Even Liz looked at him, confused. "Really? You're backing out just before the national competition starts?"]

["He already quit the marching band and the robotics lab," the girl from before also known as Michelle Jones, who had been sitting nearby, suddenly chimed in.]

[Hearing this, several students turned to look at her. Michelle Jones, noticing their stares, casually explained,]

["I’m not obsessed with him. I’m just observant."]

[Liz had no choice but to make a quick decision. "Flash, you’re taking Peter’s spot!"]

["I don’t know if I can go. I need to check my schedule first. I have a hot date with Black Widow soon!"]

[Flash shamelessly boasted.]

["Ding! False statement!" another student, Abraham, hit the buzzer to call out Flash's nonsense.]

["Didn’t I tell you not to use the buzzer for comedic effect?" The teacher shot him a disapproving look.]

"It looks like you're going to be the dream girl of a lot of guys in the future," Barton teased Natasha after hearing Flash’s delusion.

Natasha smiled faintly. She had long since become a household name, especially since Iron Man 2 made her a global sensation.

But that kind of fame made it almost impossible for her to do undercover work anymore. Sure, she could disguise herself, but it was getting more troublesome.

"I think that girl likes Peter III. She’s just using that 'observant' excuse," Uncle Ben II whispered to Aunt May.

Aunt May nodded. "Yeah, I think so too!"

[As time passed, Peter grew more and more eager to leave school. As the clock neared 4:45 PM, he could hardly sit still.]

[The bell rang on time. The moment it did, Peter shot up, rushed to the school gates, and, seeing no one around, jumped over the fence and dashed away.]

[He made his way to a familiar convenience store and greeted the owner warmly, "Hey, Mr. Delmar!"]

["Ah! Mr. Parker! Meal number five, right?" Delmar immediately recognized his usual order.]

["Yeah! And extra pickles! Could you squish them a little flatter? Thanks!" Peter said, gesturing toward the chef.]

["You got it, boss!" The chef got to work.]

[Delmar leaned on the counter and asked, "How's your aunt doing?"]

["She's good!" Peter replied, crossing his arms.]

["She’s one hot woman!" Delmar teased with a smirk using his language.]

[Peter licked his lips before retorting back in the same language, "And how’s your daughter?"]

[Delmar’s face darkened instantly. He slammed his hand on the counter and said, "Ten dollars!"]

["It says five dollars! “Peter pointed at the menu.]

["Because of what you just said, it's now ten dollars!" Delmar shot him a glare.]

[Peter raised his hands in surrender. "Come on! I was just joking! Just joking! Here, five bucks!" He quickly handed over the money.]

[After paying, Peter walked over to the store’s resident cat and crouched down to pet it. "Hey, Murph! How’s my little buddy doing?"]

[As he scratched behind the cat’s ears, Delmar asked, "So, how’s school?"]

["Eh! Same old. Pretty boring. There are way better things to do," Peter shrugged.]

[Delmar spread his arms, motioning to his store. "Stay in school, kid. Stay in school! Or you’ll end up like me."]

[Spider-Man glanced around the shop and replied, "This isn't so bad."]

[Just then, his sandwich was ready. Delmar handed it over. "Best sandwich in Queens!"]

"Hahaha! Boss, you're eyeing my aunt, and I’m eyeing your daughter! Let's call it even!" Otto laughed heartily at Spider-Man’s quick comeback.

Rose chuckled, covering her mouth. "This Peter Parker sure knows how to defend his family! He clapped back at Delmar instantly."

"He also knows how to give people a graceful way out so things don’t get awkward. Hahaha! Rose, I like this kid!" Otto grinned in approval.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Which Peter Parker do you not like? You say this every time."

"Hahaha, yeah! That’s true!" Otto nodded.

Delmar, meanwhile, rubbed his nose awkwardly. Being exposed like this was embarrassing enough—thankfully, he hadn't flirted in front of Aunt May. Otherwise, he’d have a hard time explaining himself at home!

"His aunt is really hot. I won’t lie," Tony commented, recalling how much younger Aunt May was in this universe. While she lacked the maturity and charm of the Aunt May from his world, she had her own unique appeal.

"You might not want to let Pepper hear that," Banner remarked dryly.

"Hey! Don’t tell her! Okay?" Tony immediately turned to Rhodes, sensing a possible betrayal.

Rhodes just smirked and spread his hands. "What are you talking about? I was deaf just now. Didn't hear a thing!"

"Uh… good!" Tony exhaled and gave him a thumbs-up, before pouring him a drink as a silent bribe.

[After leaving the convenience store, Spider-Man crossed the street and hurried into a deserted alleyway. He couldn't wait to change.]

[He quickly kicked off his shoes, then pulled out his suit from his backpack. Without hesitation, he stripped off his jeans and shirt, slipping into the high-tech Spider-Man suit as if it were just another set of pajamas.]

[After putting on his mask, he stuffed his belongings into the backpack and secured it to a trash bin using a shot of webbing.]

[Just as he was about to head off, he suddenly realized something—his suit wasn’t fully on yet. He patted his chest, activating the mechanism, and instantly, the loose fabric tightened into a perfect fit.]

Chapter 262: Ancient one’s Warning

[Spider-Man pressed a button on his right hand, activating the suit’s functions. A scanning system, similar to Tony’s, appeared on his mask.]

[He tilted his head twice, the eyes on his mask expanding and contracting in response. Then, he leaped onto the rooftop.]

["Let's get started!" he said, spotting a bicycle thief pedaling frantically through the crowded street.]

[Using his webbing, Spider-Man swung down and blocked the thief’s path, pulling the web tightly to his chest.]

["Can you hold this for me? Thanks!" he quipped, using his other hand to secure the web to the thief’s chest.]

[The moment Spider-Man let go, the thief was yanked off the bike, suspended in midair by the taut webbing.]

[Spider-Man caught the bike and called out, "Hey! Whose bike is this? Anyone?"]

[Just then, a man walked out of a clothing store. Spider-Man turned to him, "Hey man! Is this your bike?"]

[Without even glancing up, the man assumed he was begging and waved him off. "I don’t have any change."]

[Spider-Man ignored him and asked the crowd, "Anyone got a pen?"]

[The next moment, a small note was taped to the bike: "Is this your bicycle? If not, don't steal it! - Spider-Man"]

Second-Gen Gwen turned to Second-Gen Spider-Man and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! He caught a bike thief just like you did!"

"Yeah! You still remember?" Second-Gen Spider-Man smiled awkwardly. In the screem when he was searching for Uncle Ben’s killer, he had also toyed with a car thief.

"That's right. And then we chased you down, and our police station got surrounded by your fans," George Stacy shot him an unimpressed look.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen..." Second-Gen Spider-Man scratched his head, looking sheepish.

"Dad, that was so long ago!" Gwen huffed, looking annoyed.

"Alright, alright! I won’t bring it up again!" George sighed. Girls really do side with outsiders once they grow up...

[Spider-Man swung away, greeting pedestrians as he passed them.]

[Later, he sat on the front of a train, casually scrolling through his phone...]

[The scene shifted to Spider-Man standing on a rooftop. A street vendor below spotted him and called out, "Hey! Are you the Spider-Guy from YouTube?"]

[Hearing this, Spider-Man shouted back, "Call me Spider-Man!"]

["Alright, Spider-Man! Do a flip!"]

[Spider-Man did a flawless backflip. "Beautiful! Very good!!!" the vendor cheered.]

[The little spider continued helping people—assisting an elderly woman with directions, then walking along a wire connecting to a water tower...]

[A man approached a car and took out a ruler, attempting to pry open the window. The next second, Spider-Man landed on the roof of the car. "Hey, man!"]

[Before the man could react, Spider-Man shot a web at his face, slamming him against the car. The impact triggered the car alarm, wailing loudly.]

["You shouldn’t steal cars. It’s not good!" Spider-Man said, webbing the man’s hands to the car.]

["This is my car, you idiot!" the man shouted furiously.]

[At that moment, residents disturbed by the blaring alarm stepped outside to complain. "Hey! Turn that thing off!"]

[The man called out to a woman peeking from a nearby window. "Can you tell them this is my car?"]

[Spider-Man realized he might have made a mistake. "I just..."]

[Before he could finish, another resident grumbled, "Hey! I work the night shift, cut it out!"]

[An old man stormed out and shouted, "That’s his car! Not yours!"]

["How was I supposed to know? He was prying at the window..." Spider-Man tried to explain.]

["I hear these damn alarms every day!"]

["Turn it off!"]

["Don’t make me come down there, you punk!"]

[More residents voiced their irritation, and among them, a familiar old man could be seen.]

[Just then, a woman across the street called out, "Hey, Gary! How’ve you been?"]

["Marjorie! How are you? How’s your mother?" The two started chatting.]

"Look! That old man again! Gary?! Find his location right now, Jarvis!" Tony, who had been casually watching, suddenly sat up.

The mysterious old man had appeared once more. Without hesitation, he ordered Jarvis to track the location immediately.

At the same time, Nick Fury mobilized his agents, hoping to uncover any clues about this strange figure.

Far away in Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One hesitated. She was aware that several powerful figures were searching for the old man’s whereabouts.

But would their actions provoke him?

Because this entity... was the greatest being she had ever encountered.

After careful consideration, the Ancient One decided—she had to stop Nick Fury’s pursuit before it led to something disastrous.

Meanwhile, in Kamar-Taj, Strange and Christine were practicing magic, completely unaware that the Ancient One had already left.

With a wave of her hand, she conjured a portal. With a crackling sound, she stepped into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

She knew Hydra still had influence within S.H.I.E.L.D., but she didn’t care.

That was Tony and Captain America’s problem to deal with.

Her priority was making sure Earth didn’t provoke an existence that not even she could stop.

The moment she arrived, Nick Fury tensed—his instincts screamed at him that something was wrong.

The Ancient One smiled as the two bald figures stared at each other.

"The Sorcerer Supreme herself? What brings you here?" Fury asked after a deep breath.

"Stop investigating that man. Even I cannot perceive his full existence. The Earth cannot afford to offend him," she warned.

Fury narrowed his one good eye. "What do you mean?"

"It’s exactly as I said. I cannot see him. He exists beyond my perception. The only thing I’ve ever encountered that I couldn’t see was the Sky Screen itself."

The weight of her words hit Nick Fury like a punch to the gut.

She was comparing this old man to the Sky Screen.

The Sky Screen had been around for a long time, displaying events across the multiverse. The entire universe had tried to study it, and so far, not a single civilization had made any progress.

Even the most advanced beings couldn't block its broadcasts—it penetrated all known matter, all known dimensions.

And now, this old man was being put on the same level?

Fury let out a long breath, rubbing his temples. As much as he hated it, he couldn't afford to be reckless.

He gritted his teeth and reluctantly called off the search.

Satisfied, the Ancient One wasted no more time. She had no love for Nick Fury and left his office without another word.

Chapter 263: The Avengers Rob a Bank?

[After resolving the misunderstanding, Spider-Man continued swinging through the city on his web. He landed on a rooftop before shooting out another strand of web to keep moving forward.]

[However, he miscalculated his landing and plummeted straight to the ground. Letting out a pained yelp, he quickly got up and reassured himself, "I'm fine! I'm fine!"]

“How embarrassing! Peter!” A female classmate beside him turned around, looking at the younger Peter Parker with a teasing smile.

Little Peter Parker blushed furiously, lowering his head in shame. He had just fallen flat on his face while web-swinging.

The first-generation Gwen playfully nudged Tobey’s Spider-Man. “I remember you also crashed into a wall when you first started swinging, right? He’s just like you!”

1st Gen Spider-Man raised his hand as if to argue but ultimately sighed, unable to refute her claim.

“Relax, I was just teasing. That was your first time, but Peter Parker III? He’s been swinging for a while now, so his fall was way more embarrassing.”

Gwen giggled, taking his hand in hers and planting a comforting kiss on his cheek.

[As the sun began to set, Spider-Man sat on a rooftop, munching on a fried dough stick while gazing at the bustling streets below. He pulled out his phone and dialed Happy’s number.]

[“Your call has been transferred to Happy Hogan’s voicemail!” The mechanical prompt played before Spider-Man started speaking.]

[“Hey, Happy! Just giving you my report for today! I stopped a guy trying to steal a bike, but I couldn’t find the owner, so I left a note!”]

[“I also helped a lost Dominican lady. She was really sweet—she even bought me churros! But, you know, I just feel like I could be doing more.”]

[“You get what I mean? Like, when’s my next real mission? Anyway, call me back! I’m Peter Parker!”]

[As he hung up, he groaned in regret. "Why did I tell him about the churros?"]

[Setting his phone aside, he began inspecting the transmitter on his suit. He pressed a button, but the device misfired, launching the spider silk storage unit out of its compartment.]

[“Oh! Uh! Hey! Hey! Oh! Ah!” Panicked, Spider-Man quickly stuck to the wall, barely managing to catch the component before it hit the ground. He sighed in relief, securing it back into place.]

[Just then, he spotted a group of shady individuals entering a bank ATM across the street.]

[As they walked in, one of them excitedly muttered to his companions, “I can’t wait to see this thing in action!”]

[Spider-Man narrowed his eyes, watching them intently. "Finally, something big!"]

[Inside the bank, one of the gangsters wielded a high-tech cutting tool—an illegal gadget supplied by Vulture. He pressed it against the ATM, slicing through it effortlessly.]

[“Man, this thing makes robbing ATMs way too easy!” he laughed, already planning their next target.]

[“Told you it was worth the price!” his lookout replied, keeping watch at the entrance.]

[Once the ATM was breached, another thug stepped forward with a gravity gun. Activating it, he effortlessly ripped the front panel off the machine, exposing stacks of cash inside.]

[“Oh, hell yeah! We can hit at least five more places tonight!” one of them exclaimed, shoving wads of cash into his backpack.]

[Unbeknownst to them, Spider-Man had quietly entered the bank, slipping through the door and shutting it behind him. The thug standing guard, who was wearing an Iron Man mask, didn’t notice him at all.]

[Leaning casually against the railing, Spider-Man cleared his throat loudly. “Ahem! Hey, guys! Forgot your password?”]

[The startled gangsters spun around, finally realizing they weren’t alone.]

[It was then that Spider-Man noticed their masks—each of them was wearing the face of an Avenger: Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, and Thor.]

“Pfft—” Tony Stark nearly choked on his drink when he saw the lookout wearing an Iron Man mask.

Rhodey burst out laughing. “Tony, is that your biggest fan? Or your worst impersonator?”

Banner initially found the scene amusing—until he spotted a thug wearing a Hulk mask. His expression darkened.

Rhodey grinned. “Oh, Banner! Look at that! The Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America robbing a bank together? That’s headline material!”

Banner sighed, shaking his head. “Great. Just great. A criminal’s out there wearing my face…”

Clint covered his face with his hand, struggling to hold back his laughter. “This has gotta be the worst PR disaster for the Avengers yet.”

Natasha smirked. “Should I be relieved that there are only four of them? At least I dodged this embarrassment.”

Even the usually composed Coulson let out a chuckle.

Nick Fury, however, remained focused. “Hey! None of you noticed what they’re holding?”

Captain America immediately straightened up. “Yeah, that’s Toomes’ tech, no doubt about it.”

“But we can’t charge Toomes for something he hasn’t done yet,” Steve added, frowning. “And let’s not forget—he was wronged first.”

Nick Fury understood Steve’s hesitation. Though S.H.I.E.L.D. had been monitoring Adrian Toomes, they couldn’t act unless he committed an actual crime. Ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. became more public, they had to operate with caution.

[Back at the bank, Spider-Man feigned excitement. “Wow! You guys are the Avengers! What brings you here?”]

[The thug in the Iron Man mask cocked his shotgun, aiming straight at Spider-Man. But before he could fire, Spider-Man shot a web at the gun and yanked it from his hands.]

[The weapon flew backward, slamming into two of his accomplices, making them stagger.]

[One of the gangsters lunged at him with an elbow strike, but Spider-Man effortlessly parried it, countering with a shove that sent the thug crashing into another one behind him. “Thor, Hulk, so nice to finally meet you!”]

[Flipping onto the ceiling, Spider-Man hooked his feet around the "Thor" thug’s collar and hurled him against the wall. “I gotta say, you guys don’t look as heroic in person.”]

[Still hanging upside down, he turned to the Iron Man mask-wearing thug, who rushed at him with clenched fists. Spider-Man effortlessly dodged each punch. “Hey, Iron Man! Why are you robbing banks? You’re supposed to be a billionaire!”]

Chapter 264: Delmar’s Unlucky Day

[At this moment, the thug in the Hulk mask climbed to his feet, grabbing a high-tech weapon as he aggressively charged toward Spider-Man.]

[Spider-Man noticed him just in time. Seizing Iron Man's masked thug by the fist, he swung him straight into Hulk’s masked thug, knocking them both to the ground.]

[Captain America’s masked thug stood up, still gripping the gravity gun in his hands. He aimed it at Spider-Man and activated the device, yanking him down from the ceiling and suspending him in midair.]

["Whoa! Oh! This feels so weird!" Spider-Man exclaimed, caught off guard by the sudden loss of control.]

[Captain America's masked thug then forcefully flung him toward the wall. However, he failed to account for his accomplices—Spider-Man crashed right into Hulk and Thor’s masked thugs, sending all three tumbling back to the ground.]

[Sitting up, Spider-Man blinked in confusion. "What the—? Okay, I’m really starting to think you guys aren’t the Avengers."]

[Captain America's masked thug continued manipulating the gravity gun, swinging Spider-Man up and down, slamming him into the ceiling and floor.]

[But Spider-Man wasn’t about to let him win that easily. Digging his fingers into the floor, he managed to halt his momentum.]

[Quickly, he fired a web at a table behind Captain America’s masked thug and yanked it hard. The thug lost his balance and fell flat on his back, dropping the gun.]

[Meanwhile, across the street, convenience store owner Delmar had been watching the chaos unfold. Alarmed, he grabbed his phone and dialed the police.]

[When the operator asked for details, Delmar hesitated before saying, "Uh… Spider-Man and the Avengers are fighting! In the bank on the corner!"]

[As he spoke, he saw banknotes flying everywhere while Spider-Man skillfully took down multiple robbers one after another.]

[“Alright, let’s wrap this up! I have school tomorrow!” Spider-Man quipped, kicking away the thug who had picked up a shotgun.]

[Iron Man’s masked thug lunged for the gravity gun again, but Spider-Man wasn’t about to let him have another chance. He shot a web, sticking the gun to the glass wall, then flipped over and yanked off the thug’s mask.]

["Okay, seriously, how did you losers get your hands on this kind of high-tech gear?" Just as he was talking, the Hulk-masked thug secretly picked up the laser-cutting tool and cranked the power to its maximum setting.]

[A sharp energy buildup sound rang out. Noticing the glowing device, Spider-Man panicked. "NO! Wait—AH!" At the last second, he pulled Iron Man's masked thug in front of him as cover and barely dodged the blast.]

[The laser weapon was far too powerful. The recoil sent the thug flying backward, and in his panic, he lost control of the gun. The laser beam wildly swung through the air, cutting through half of the bank’s ceiling.]

[The blast continued across the street, slicing into parked cars and—]

["Mr. Delmar!" Spider-Man’s eyes widened in horror.]

[Without hesitation, he dashed across the street, leaping into the damaged store. "Hey! Mr. Delmar! Are you here? Is anyone hurt? Hello?"]

[Fortunately, Delmar had narrowly avoided the disaster. With Spider-Man’s help, he staggered out of the wrecked store, coughing from the dust and debris.]

[Only then did Spider-Man remember the robbers. He turned toward the bank—only to see that they had already fled.]

["Oh, come on!"]

[With the criminals gone, there was nothing more he could do. He sighed, handing Delmar his rescued cat, Murph, before swinging away.]

Back in the Viewing Room…

“Oh my God! That was insane!” Aunt May gasped, still in shock from the laser weapon’s destruction.

The power of that cutting tool was terrifying. From over ten meters away, it had obliterated Delmar’s convenience store.

Uncle Ben swallowed hard. “What kind of weapon is that? It doesn’t look human-made… Is it alien tech?”

The first-generation Dr. Connors took a deep breath. That laser weapon—it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Next to him, Dr. Otto Octavius was equally intrigued.

1st Gen Spider-Man leaned forward, already eager to discuss the mechanics behind the two high-tech weapons and their potential applications.

Tony Stark, meanwhile, had a glint of interest in his eyes. This device looked somewhat similar to the disposable laser he had used against Ivan Vanko, except these thug weapons were even more powerful. The laser beam was thicker, with a longer range.

Watching closely, he murmured, "I could probably improve that design…"

[Meanwhile, at the Avengers Tower…]

[Inside the Avengers Tower, Happy Hogan was busy overseeing the move. A small robot, had picked up a valuable antique vase.]

[Happy walked in at that moment and immediately panicked. "NO! NO! Put that down! If you break that, even selling both you and me wouldn’t cover the cost!"]

[Just then, his phone rang—it was Spider-Man.]

["What's up?"]

["Happy! I just went through the craziest thing! A bunch of guys were robbing an ATM—with high-tech weapons!"]

[Spider-Man hurriedly explained the chaotic encounter as he swung through the city.]

["Take a breath, okay? I don’t have time to hear about your ATM robbery! Or the sweet note you left behind!" Happy interrupted. "I have an entire move to worry about! Everything has to be cleared out by next week!"]

[Because he was busy signing off on moving documents, Happy barely listened to Spider-Man’s frantic rambling. Besides, Spider-Man had a habit of talking about random nonsense, and Happy had grown used to tuning him out.]

["Wait—you're moving? Who’s moving?" Spider-Man asked, sounding surprised.]

["Haven’t you been watching the news? Tony sold Avengers Tower! We’re moving to a new facility upstate! And I really hope the cell service there is worse than here!"]

[At the end of his rant, Happy couldn’t help but throw in a complaint about Spider-Man calling him every day.]

[“What am I supposed to do then?” Spider-Man hesitated, feeling slightly lost.]

["What are you talking about?"]

[“What if Mr. Stark needs me for something? Or… I don’t know, if something big happens? Can I talk to Mr. Stark?”]

[Sitting atop a streetlamp, Spider-Man voiced his concerns.]

[Happy, still busy signing paperwork, sighed. "Stay out of trouble, okay? My job is to make sure you're being responsible!"]

[Spider-Man swung toward the alley where he had started earlier. "I am responsible, I—Oh, no! My backpack! It’s gone!"]

["That doesn’t sound very responsible," Happy remarked dryly as he stepped into the elevator.]

["I’ll call you!"]

[Happy smirked and muttered, "Or, you know, don’t."]

[Before Spider-Man could say another word, Happy hung up.]

[Sighing, Spider-Man looked at the spot where his backpack had been, then reluctantly put his mask back on and started heading home.]

Chapter 265: Ned Discovers the Truth

"Wow! So many antiques! Is that the robot that saved Tony Stark before?" The Second Generation Spider-Man exclaimed as he looked around the room.

"Yeah! He really is a billionaire—just look at all these priceless collectibles!" Gwen couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Then, hearing the Second Generation Spider-Man mention Dum-E, she turned her attention to it and confirmed, "Yep! That's the one! It's still here! Hahaha! Happy looks so nervous!"

"But does he really not care about the high-tech weapons the Third Generation mentioned? Isn't that a bit too careless?"

The Second Generation Spider-Man frowned, not quite understanding the situation.

"NO! He was busy signing paperwork, and with two people talking in his ear at the same time, Happy must have missed that part!"

Gwen thought about it carefully and countered his statement. Given the noisy environment and the distractions, it was natural for Happy to overlook something.

After considering her explanation, the Second Generation Spider-Man felt it made sense.

[When he came downstairs, Spider-Man couldn't use the stairs properly because he was still in his suit, so he had to crawl in from the outside. Carefully, he opened the window of his room.]

[As Aunt May passed by, he immediately froze in place, holding his breath. Only after she was gone did he continue opening the window and climbed in, closing it with his foot as he entered.]

[He stuck to the ceiling, pulled off his mask, and tossed it aside before creeping toward the door, using his web to close it gently.]

[Once he was sure Aunt May hadn’t noticed, he finally let out a sigh of relief. Relaxing slightly, he moved to sit on his bed. But as he turned around, his heart nearly stopped—Ned was sitting there, staring at him in complete shock.]

[Ned’s mouth hung open, the Death Star LEGO model in his hands slipping from his grasp. The model crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.]

[The loud noise startled Aunt May outside. "What was that?" she called out.]

["Uh, nothing! Everything's fine!" The young Spider-Man jolted out of his shock and quickly yelled back in response.]

[Ned suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You're Spider-Man! The one from YouTube!"]

[Peter instinctively slapped his chest, causing his suit to loosen and drop to the ground as he hastily denied it. "No! I'm not! I'm not!"]

["You were literally on the ceiling!" Ned pointed upward, not buying it.]

["NO! I'm not! Ned! What are you doing in my room?" Peter asked, his frustration mounting.]

["May let me in! You said we were going to finish building the Death Star!" Ned explained immediately.]

["You can't just break into my room like that!" Before Peter could continue, the sound of the doorknob turning made him freeze.]

[Aunt May pushed the door open, holding a towel and smiling. "That turkey meatloaf recipe was a disaster! Let's go out for dinner. How about Thai food? Ned, do you want Thai food?"]

[She casually let her hair down as she spoke. Ned, still flustered, replied, "Uh, yeah!"]

[Peter, still in panic mode, quickly cut in. "NO! He has other things to do!"]

["I’ll do it later!" Ned insisted.]

[Aunt May shrugged. "Okay! But maybe put on some clothes?" she added, pointing at Peter before walking away.]

"Hahahaha! That was so embarrassing!" The Second Generation Harry laughed, nudging Felicia, who stood beside him. "I thought he made it home safely, and then boom—turns around, and Ned's right there!"

Felicia smirked and nodded. "I didn’t expect this twist. The Spider-Men from our universes did a much better job keeping their identities secret."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "In the previous two generations, the only ones who knew his identity were enemies, people who ended up dead, or—at worst—his girlfriend. But this Third Generation got exposed so fast!"

Harry was eager to see how the story would develop from here. Would this Spider-Man handle things differently than the Second Generation in their universe?

[Spider-Man hastily grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over himself as soon as the door closed. Ned, still in shock, couldn't hold back his questions. "Wait... she doesn't know?"]

["No one knows! Mr. Stark does because he made the suit, but that's it!" Peter explained while getting dressed.]

[Ned was even more blown away. His eyes darted to the high-tech suit lying on the ground. "Wait... Tony Stark made that for you? Are you an Avenger?!"]

[Hearing that, Peter shamelessly admitted, "Yeah! Basically!"]

["Oh. My. God." Ned grabbed onto the bed for support, his face filled with disbelief. He never imagined his best friend would turn out to be an Avenger.]

[Peter immediately leaned in and whispered, "You can't tell anyone! You have to keep this a secret!"]

["A secret? Why?" Ned asked, confused about why something this huge had to be kept under wraps.]

["You know how May is! If she finds out that someone tries to kill me every night, she won’t let me do this anymore! Please, Ned!"]

[Peter spoke quickly, his voice urgent.]

["Okay! Okay! Okay! I’m on your side! But I don’t think I can keep a secret! I’ve never had to keep something like this before!"]

[Ned started doubting his ability to stay quiet about something this monumental.]

["Ned! May can’t know! I can’t do that to her right now! Do you understand what she’s been through? Please! I’m begging you!"]

[Seeing the desperation in Peter’s expression, Ned finally nodded. "Alright!"]

["Swear it! Can you swear?"]

["I swear!"]

["Thank you!"]

["No problem!"]

[After getting Ned’s promise, Peter exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair. "I can’t believe this is happening!"]

[Ned, still excited, eyed the suit on the ground. "So... how does this work? Can I try it on? Is it electromagnetic? How do you shoot webs?"]

["NO! I’ll explain everything tomorrow at school!" Peter quickly dismissed him and tried to push him toward the door.]

["Okay, okay! But wait—so how do you manage all of this while doing your Stark Industries internship?"]

[Ned squinted at Peter suspiciously.]

[Peter froze for a second before pointing at the suit and replying, "Uh... this is the Stark Industries internship."]

["Ohhh..." Ned nodded in realization. Before he could ask anything else, Peter shoved him out the door. "Okay, just leave now!"]

[As the door shut, Peter leaned against it, rubbing his temples. His head throbbed. What a mess.]