The task of hunting down the alien Zorr was left to Nova. Whether according to Rhomann Dey's account or the nature of the suspect's race, it was confirmed that the individual's solo combat capability was limited. Otherwise, Rhomann Dey wouldn't have believed that Richard, a high schooler without formal training, was capable of defeating him.
Consequently, this matter had little to do with Peter and the others. However, they still faced one question: what should be done once the culprit was caught? Logically speaking, the fact that this fellow had hidden on Earth hadn't triggered a crisis, and the only reason to arrest him was Richard Rider's status as the successor to a Nova Centurion. Yet, Earth had no extradition treaties or similar agreements with Xandar.
They didn't even have a way to contact the Xandarians.
Fortunately, while humanity had not yet truly entered the interstellar era, they did have interstellar friends. When the Guardians of the Galaxy left, they had left behind a pager to call them, which was currently being kept by S.W.O.R.D. They had already sent a call out to the Guardians.
When the time came, whether it was the remains of the Nova Centurion, the wreckage of the ship, or the wanted criminal, everything could be handed over to them to take back to Xandar.
However, upon hearing the name "Guardians of the Galaxy," the expression on the face of Rhomann Dey, a highly decorated Centurion, became quite strange. Peter clearly noticed this and asked, "Do you know them? Peter Quill's team?"
"How could I not? The illegitimate son of the Emperor of the Spartax Empire, who ran off to become a thief—and stole an Infinity Stone, no less. It's a stroke of luck that nothing disastrous happened in the end. He and that bunch of rabble actually managed to save the entire galaxy; otherwise, we would have had to lock him up first."
Despite his words, Rhomann Dey seemed to acknowledge them to a certain extent. He also realized that half of Peter Quill's heritage came from this very planet. From that perspective, the Guardians of the Galaxy were a reliable choice.
Thus, the situation here drew to a close. By the next day, Richard Rider had requested a leave of absence from school, while Peter attended his classes as usual.
Harry hadn't realized that his involvement in a robbery case could spawn so many stories, nor had Peter told him about it. At this moment, the boy's attention was entirely focused on the "Avengers Academy" project, which hadn't even begun yet.
"You mean the Avengers intend to centrally train and educate a new generation of young heroes? That is so cool! My god..."
"The project is indeed very attractive," Amadeus analyzed calmly. "At least in America, once the Avengers announce they are opening an academy, no one will bother with the White House or S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore. A massive number of young people will apply with the mindset of 'I'm going to be a reserve Avenger' or 'I am the next generation of the Avengers.'"
Amadeus analyzed the benefits of the Avengers Academy with cold logic, though he didn't seem particularly interested himself. Harry, on the other hand, nodded in agreement repeatedly.
Seeing Harry's excitement, Peter knew exactly what he was thinking. "If you're wondering if you'd be selected, I doubt it, Harry. The Avengers Academy is only responsible for training those who... well, those who have the potential to be superheroes and have already chosen that path."
It took Harry a moment to process what Peter meant. He was a bit like the previous Nova; the reason Harry wanted to be a superhero—like trying to get Toomes to make him a pair of wings—was simply because he thought it was cool. But Harry had one good quality: he really did just think about it. He knew exactly what kind of high-stakes situations Peter dealt with daily and the kind of enemies he faced.
That was why he had given that vial of serum to Peter instead of using it himself. Of course, because he was mostly just talking, no one held it against him.
Life seemed to suddenly settle into the mundane routine of daily studies. Of course, there were still things worth mentioning. For instance, Harry instantly became a celebrity at school—the secret that he was Norman Osborn's son could no longer be kept. Fortunately, since his relationship with Norman had long since been mended, it didn't cause any issues to have it known now.
Instead, it became a symbol of his approachable nature: in a place like New York, the son of a billionaire had given up the chance to study at a private school to attend a public one, even using a pseudonym to avoid causing trouble. Naturally, some people liked him more for it, while others disliked him for the same reason.
What? You say you forgot that Harry used the name Harold Lyman at Midtown High? That's fine; consider this a quick reminder.
"Alright, it's time for dismissal. I have something I need to take care of first."
When school ended, Peter stood up and grabbed his backpack to leave. Seeing this, Harry and Amadeus assumed something was wrong. After checking that the people around them were at a distance, they hurriedly asked, "Did something happen somewhere?"
"No, nothing. Why would you think that?"
Peter blinked, looking at his startled friends. Amadeus was speechless, while Harry asked back in confusion, "If nothing's wrong, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"Oh, remember those photos I took last year of characters like Rhino and other villains that got into the Daily Bugle? The school's photography club found me and asked if I could join to help them out. They just reached out a day or two ago, so I have a bit of business. I'm off."
As they watched Peter leave, Amadeus muttered in disbelief, "I can't believe it. Peter Parker actually has time to participate in two clubs. Where does he get all that time?"
"I suspect his sleep schedule is less than half of a normal person's, or maybe he has an extra four hours in his day," Harry agreed with a nod. The two of them whispered to each other as they packed their bags. Harry then turned to Amadeus and asked, "What about you? Do you have anything you need to get busy with?"
"Unfortunately, other than going home to play video games, I have absolutely nothing to do."
Hearing this, Harry froze for a second before a sudden smile spread across his face. He looked at Amadeus. "Speaking of which, since Spider-Man isn't heading out anyway, why don't we go to the Web-Base? The computers there are top-notch; the gaming experience will definitely be amazing."
Amadeus hesitated for only a single second before returning the smile. "Great idea."