To avoid being unable to make a choice when the events of the Symbiote's arrival on Earth and the battle between the two greens collided, Peter felt it was necessary to first determine the specific movements of the Life Foundation.
It would be best to keep track of the status and timing of the drake Rocket returning to Earth at all times.
And this... required Peter to hack into the Life Foundation's internal network to monitor it.
With that thought in mind, immediately after parting ways with Gwen, Peter went home and made the attempt.
The result was a bit awkward.
There were experts in the Life Foundation's cybersecurity department; he had barely hacked in for less than half an hour before they discovered him and blocked his access.
Although if Peter were given some time to quickly cram on cybersecurity knowledge, he could certainly break through their firewall again.
But for Peter, that was a bit "not cost-effective."
Compared to teaching himself hacking skills, Peter preferred to directly recruit a genius hacker to use for his own purposes.
Don't you think?
The future senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Ms. Quake, Skye?
For Peter nowadays, finding a person wasn't a difficult task.
Not to mention private methods, just looking at public ways to find someone, there were two paths: S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York police registration system.
To avoid his father-in-law asking questions upon hearing the female name Skye, Peter therefore chose to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.
Taking out the burner phone he hadn't used in a long time, Peter dialed "Black Widow" Natasha Romanoff directly.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Peter? How rare, so you still remember me?"
Natasha's voice was still lazy and sexy, sounding inexplicably like she was flirting with you.
"What? Is there an empty-nester needing my care?" Peter joked with Natasha in a relaxed tone.
Hearing Peter call her an "empty-nester," Natasha's tone unconsciously carried a bit of annoyance:
"Don't go too far! I'm only seven years older than you!"
"Only... seven years... older." Peter helped her refine the keywords slightly, which made the other end of the line fall into silence for a good while out of anger.
A long time later, Natasha spoke again, but this time, there was no seduction in her tone; it was entirely cold and professional.
"Speak, what do you need me for?"
"It's nothing major, just want you to do me a small favor." Peter blurted out all the information he had in his memory about Quake:
"I need the detailed information of a hacker from the hacker organization 'Rising Tide'."
"Her name is Skye, real name... should be Daisy Johnson."
"Please help me find her current specific address."
"Oh?" Natasha on the other end of the phone suddenly perked up:
"Want me to help you find a woman? Aren't you afraid your little girlfriend will get jealous?"
"A real man needs to learn time management."
Perhaps because he didn't have much desire for Natasha, Peter was very casual when talking to her, aiming for how much he could boast.
"You sure know how to blow smoke." Black Widow on the other end rolled her eyes unconsciously and retorted without hesitation.
Perhaps because Peter was acting so casually, even though Natasha knew Peter was very strong and had the power to control her life and death at any time, she still felt inexplicably relaxed when communicating with him.
She even subconsciously stretched while talking to Peter.
Her proud bust, which even the loose silk pajamas couldn't hide, became even fuller due to this movement, and even the fastened buttons bore the "unbearable weight of life."
It was just a pity that because her room was empty, no one could appreciate this beautiful sight.
"Can helping you find this Daisy offset one of the favors S.H.I.E.L.D. owes you?" Natasha asked while opening her Agent computer to search for relevant information.
"You're dreaming!" Peter couldn't help but retort:
"Trying to offset a favor with such a simple thing, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Ah~ if it doesn't count as official business, then it's a personal favor~" Natasha suddenly changed the subject, showing that seductive posture again:
"Then if I personally helped you with this small favor, how will you repay me... How about taking me out to dinner?"
What a succubus, has she really maxed out her seduction skill to passive?
Peter complained in his heart, but verbally he stated:
"Friendly reminder, Gwen's punching force is over 20 tons. If you are confident you won't be killed by her punch, I don't mind inviting you to dinner."
Hearing this heaven-defying number, Natasha secretly stuck out her tongue, and the image of Gwen fiercely punching her chest with her little fists involuntarily appeared in her mind...
Even if she had two high-quality airbags, she couldn't take it!
After a brief silence, Natasha finally gave up the idea of continuing to talk trash and reported the search results seriously:
"There are fourteen people with the same name found in New York City, only three of whom are between 10-20 years old.
Two of them have addresses at xxx and xxx...
There is another one with no fixed address, but she attends a church school in Brooklyn."
After memorizing the name of that church school, Peter nodded with satisfaction. After hesitating for a moment, he still offered a polite remark:
"Thanks, I'll treat you to coffee next time."
"Forget it, compared to coffee, I prefer vodka."
"Unfortunately, I'm not 21 yet. If you don't mind waiting 3 years, I can treat you to vodka in three years."
...
After having Herman send an internship invitation to the church school where Daisy Johnson was located in the name of Parker Tech, Peter quickly obtained Skye's current address and contact information.
Thus, the next morning, Peter, wearing his battle suit, stepped on his flying skateboard and arrived in front of a van in a Brooklyn park.
He pulled open the unlocked van door.
Peter's gaze happened to meet that of an Asian girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll.
The girl who was typing stopped her movements, looked at Peter with vigilance, but then the vigilance in her eyes was immediately replaced by surprise:
"You... you are The Punisher?"
Seeing the other party's fan-girl attitude, Peter couldn't help but whistle in his heart.
It seems she is his fan; if so, then things would be easy to handle.
It makes sense, as the "Rising Tide" organization Skye was in was originally a politically active hacker organization advocating for "freedom of information and speech."
For hackers like them who love to break the rules, it was quite reasonable for them to worship him, the "The Punisher" who ignored laws and rules.
With that thought in mind, Peter didn't hesitate and decisively extended his hand to her:
"Ms. Skye, are you interested in working for me and becoming a member of the Fist of Shadow?"