"Mr. Renzo, please... can we really wait for the suspect like this?"
Peter was lying on top of a container. The weather was not yet warm, and a slight, cool breeze gently brushed against Peter's mask. The suit's insulating material kept his body warm.
Peter could hardly believe that he was actually on a mission with an Avenger, but the voice coming from his earphones proved that everything he was experiencing was not an illusion. It was as unbelievable as his suit.
"Quiet! Don't make any unnecessary noise!" Renzo commanded over the headset.
"Yes!" Peter pressed his body firmly against the top of the container and only extended half his head to check the situation. If there was any disturbance around him, he could easily detect it with his spider-sense.
Hawaii
Renzo was lying on a beach chair with a comfortable look on his face. His upper body was bare, showing off his eight-pack abs, while his lower body was dressed in blue patterned beach shorts. His head rested on his hands, and under his sunglasses, his eyes were naturally closed, as if he were thoroughly enjoying life.
"Free labor for nothing."
That's right. Renzo had gone to Peter Parker last night and said he was inviting Peter to investigate the case of the missing Stark Industries items. In fact, it was just a second transfer of the task Stark had assigned to him.
Peter had a very simple mind. He had been a loyal fan of the Avengers since childhood. Ever since Tony had announced his identity as Iron Man in 2008, Peter had regarded these superheroes as his role models. During the Battle of New York, although Brooklyn, where Peter lived, had not been severely damaged, it had still been affected by the fighting.
Since then, Peter had been looking forward to how great it would be if he could become a superhero one day, able to climb walls, fly into the sky and dive into the earth, omnipotent...
Until more than a year ago, when Peter had been bitten by a spider and unexpectedly gained the powers of one. His long-standing sense of justice and good family education had inspired him to become a hero.
Peter lay quietly. There was no one around, and the surrounding containers were silent. It was getting later and later, and the temperature was gradually dropping. Peter was about to fall asleep from waiting and began to doze off. At the same time, he could not help doubting whether the location Renzo had given him was correct.
"That's impossible! He's an Avenger. Why would he come here to mess with me?"
Peter strengthened his confidence and slowly pulled his mask up halfway, exposing the lower half of his face. He felt the cold night wind blow in and pour into his suit, and he felt much more awake now.
"Mr. Renzo? Are you still there?"
Peter asked hesitantly. Why did he feel like he was in the wrong place? Could Mr. Renzo have forgotten to tell him that the location had changed?
"Coming..."
"Huh? What's coming? Mr. Renzo..." Peter did not understand what Renzo had meant just now, but as soon as he finished speaking, a buzzing sound suddenly came from above his head. It sounded like the engine of some kind of vehicle, shaking Peter's heart with every beat.
Peter's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly hid inside the empty container.
A strange man wearing a brown leather jacket and a fluffy hood appeared in front of Peter. He wore an eagle-faced helmet, and his eyes exuded an evil aura. What caught Peter's attention the most was the pair of huge, purple-shining wings behind the strange man, which made a rumbling sound.
"What is this?!"
Peter hid inside the dark container and stared at the strange-looking guy with wide eyes.
"Mr. Renzo, I saw an alien. No, he's not actually an alien. He just looks strange... Ah, no, no, it must be because the equipment is very strange. He has a pair of huge wings, bigger than any wings I've ever seen on TV, and he looks like an eagle... Ah, no, he's more like a vulture, with no hair and a ring of feathers around his neck..."
"That's the target! And... keep your voice down."
Peter clenched his fists and instantly changed his posture. His abdomen was slightly suspended, only a finger's distance from the bottom of the container, while his limbs exerted a little force to prop up his body so he could launch himself at any time to control the man.
This was the method of exerting force that Peter had researched himself, the one most suitable for him. Like a beast, no one would have thought that the body of this skinny-looking boy actually contained strength and muscle density far exceeding that of ordinary people.
It was no exaggeration to say that Peter's strength was probably second only to Hulk and Thor, and even a short-term head-on confrontation might not determine the winner.
"Quiet! Wait for them to make the trade, then take photos as evidence..."
"Hey! You guys! Put your hands on your heads and squat down immediately!"
Peter shot out like a bullet, carrying tremendous force as he pounced straight at the Vulture hanging in the air. It frightened the people trading below, and they all fled in panic. What they were doing was illegal business, and if they were caught, they would be sentenced for a minor crime and have the stolen money confiscated.
The people present were all guys who valued money more than their lives. Everyone carried more or less blood on their hands, and the pistols at their waists showed how dangerous they were.
"This kid..." Renzo, on the other side of the earphone, was speechless. Looking at his communicator, which had already been disconnected, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.
"No wonder Stark doesn't like people hanging up on him..."
Renzo gently patted Wanda, who was sitting beside him watching TV. The two had skipped work during the day and gone to Hawaii. After dinner in the evening, they had used the Space Stone to teleport back.
Renzo had hacked into Peter's suit and shared his vision, while mobilizing surveillance cameras at the surrounding intersections and the pinhole cameras Peter had installed to monitor the Vulture's every move. Of course... if he flew higher, Renzo would have no solution anymore.
"I have to leave first," Renzo said, hugging Wanda into his arms and ruffling her freshly washed hair.
...
"Wow!"
"Boom!"
"You... you... are... under arrest!"
"Boom!"
Peter was beaten into confusion by this group of criminals. He hit the container hard, leaving a deep dent in the iron box, and lay there in a sorry state.
"Look, someone's good little baby has escaped!"
The Vulture stared gloomily at Peter, who looked almost unharmed. The eyes beneath his mask were cold and greedy. After taking such a heavy blow, this kid was only dizzy. Was he another superhuman?
"Boss, do you want to kill him?"
A man below yelled, holding a trumpet-like weapon in his hand. It emitted a faint purple light and a few wisps of faint black smoke, showing that it had just been used.
The remaining criminals also, without exception, held guns or other strange weapons in their hands. They had different shapes, but all of them carried that strange purple light.
Peter rubbed his head and struggled to get up from the dent, but the Vulture firmly stomped him back onto the ground, making him unable to move.
"It's better not to get involved in such dangerous things, little girl." The Vulture exerted a little force with his foot, and Peter's body was crushed down a little further. The sharp claws scraped against his waist and left several bloody marks. Peter could not help crying out in pain, struggling as he grabbed the Vulture's claws with both hands and tried to break them open.
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