I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 1 Let's go through it again

"Okay, let's do this again."

In New York City at noon, sunlight filtered through the shattered skyscrapers, shimmering across the ruins. The Disaster Control Agency, sponsored by Stark Corporation, was busy cleaning up the aftermath of the alien invasion. Heavy trucks rumbled by, dragging Chitauri remains from the wreckage. Stan Lee, sweeping the streets, suddenly felt a shadow cast over his head. He raised his head, adjusted his hat, and muttered, "What the hell—"

It was a red and blue figure, floating lightly in the sky above New York.

"My name is Peter Parker, and a few months ago at the Osborn Tech Expo, a radioactive spider bit me and changed my life forever. And now, I'm the only Spider-Man in the world—I mean, in 2012, where are the other Spider-Men?"

His battle suit is primarily red, with blue accents along the waist and lower torso. Thin black nylon cords are woven into an embossed spiderweb pattern. The black spider symbol on his chest is ferocious yet realistic, contrasting sharply with the chubby, cute spider on his back. The slender black eyepieces on his mask give him a spirited look, yet a hint of ferocity.

"And now I'm New York's friendly neighbor, Spider-Man!"

At this moment, an angry voice came from the electronic screen on the street corner, echoing among the ruins.

"Spider-Man is undoubtedly the biggest threat the Avengers should be concerned about! This masked criminal has appeared repeatedly in the remains of uncleaned alien battlefields. He is definitely involved in the alien weapons smuggling cases that have recently appeared at New York crime scenes!"

"That's enough, Jonah! It's time to put your conspiracy theories to rest!" Spider-Man flicked his wrist, and a strand of spider silk precisely adhered to the host's mouth on the electronic screen. However, the TV station owner, who looked like Omnipotent Man, continued to chatter.

"There's no doubt that this masked bug is the mastermind behind digging these weapons out of the rubble and selling them on the black market!"

"Why can't you praise me like you praise Captain? Even just a little?" Spider-Man shrugged helplessly. "Okay, I admit I'm not as good as Captain, so you can praise me a little less exaggeratedly. And Daily Bugle Media? Seriously? It seems not as good as the Daily Bugle. Where were we just now?"

"Oh, yes, you all know the rest of the story—with great power comes great responsibility. And then, be a friendly neighbor. Everyone knows that, right?"

"Yes, yes, I know what you want to say. But Uncle Ben is not dead. If he were dead, it would be too embarrassing for me, a time traveler who was reborn into the Marvel world. Anyway, some destined things happened, some hesitation, some confession..."

"And the best Spider-Man ever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Spider-Man did a gorgeous somersault and landed safely in front of a hot dog stand nestled in the ruins. This was the breakfast spot for the Disaster Control Agency employees. He pulled a few crumpled bills from his trouser pocket (yes, this suit had pockets), bought a hot dog, took a bite, and continued:

"And then, it's just another happy day for the friendly neighbors of New York. Fighting criminals, checking to see if anyone is secretly stealing alien technology, and listening to Joe Jonah James's 'infuriating report', blah blah, blah blah."

"Excuse me..." the hot dog stand owner looked confused, "Are you talking to me?"

"Uh..." Spider-Man was momentarily lost for words, "Actually, I don't know. Maybe someone would listen, right?"

To avoid embarrassment, he flicked his wrist and a spider silk shot out. After saying hello, he used the silk's pull to lightly swing into the air.

"All in all, I'm the happiest Spider-Man, without a doubt."

"After all, what other Spider-Man could eat an entire hot dog?"

However, the peaceful New York City did not give Spider-Man the opportunity to eat his hot dog in peace.

He landed on the glass exterior of a building, took off half his mask, and while chewing a hot dog, he stared at the movement in the ruins. A van wobbled and drove into the base of a severely damaged building. Spider-Man's super vision clearly saw that there was no Disaster Control Agency logo on the car.

And on that building, half of the Chitauri biological mothership was lying.

"Well, it seems even the happiest Spider-Man can't finish a hot dog." (Chewing)
Stuffing the rest of the hot dog into his mouth, our Peter put on his mask. The spider silk caught the edge of the skyscraper, and he swung free, arms tucked at his sides, and in a cool move, he dived through the broken window and landed safely among the smugglers.

The people inside the building didn't react at all, still busy with their own affairs: protecting the staff, keeping watch at the gate, digging up the bodies of the Chitauri in the ruins, and gathering their alien weapons and piling them on a small cart.

"Seriously? I mean, that's all alien technology that humans haven't figured out yet, it's super cool! You really want to put it on a cart and stack it up?"

Spider-Man complained as he used his web to snatch away the guard's assault rifle. Before anyone could react, several of them were already entangled in the web, while the two guards at the gate were pinned to the wall. He clapped his hands lightly.

"I assure you that you do not have a clearance permit from the Disaster Control Agency, gentlemen. Therefore, I have confiscated all your weapons—wait, why is my spider-sense tingling?"

With a beautiful backflip, Spider-Man dodged a blue beam of light. Then, a ball of spider web hit the face of the cleaner holding the Chitauri weapon.

"Hey, don't mess around with alien technology! This stuff is dangerous!"

"Wait till I blast you into dust, you'll stop talking nonsense!"

"Spiders are not insects, they are arthropods—"

Spider-Man dodged the laser that flew past his head and looked around. He found that this group of "cleaners" had already picked up Chitauri weapons.

"Okay, I was just about to finish what I was saying. These days, are the things in the hands of cleaners more useful than those in the hands of security guards?" The cleaners immediately made the most correct judgment.

"Shoot! Shoot quickly!"

Continuous blue beams shot towards him, and Spider-Man flexibly used his spider silk and speed to dodge between the beams. At the same time, his mouth was not idle either.

"Where were we talking about?"

The webs that were continuously sprayed from mid-air were powerful enough to knock the armed thugs down and stick them to the ground. Immediately, some cleaners chose to slide and hide behind the rubble or the fallen ceiling.

"Oh, right, spiders aren't insects, they're arthropods. Oh my god, why is science education so bad these days? Shouldn't you be receiving a 'leave no one behind' education at your age? Is this why you're out smuggling alien weapons? Your grades aren't good enough? How about learning to repair cars or something? I know several mechanics with pretty good skills..."

The cleaners hiding behind the bunker listened in despair as the freak in the tights rambled on. One of them couldn't stand it anymore, poked his head out and yelled, "Shut up!" and then opened fire indiscriminately.

As a result, he was stuck to the chest by the spider silk, and was pulled out directly, and then punched into the wall.

"Ha, beating up a bunch of villains like a hero! Oh, sorry, you're the only one who showed up."

The others obediently hid behind cover. A cleaner looked desperately at his companion holding an alien gun on the other side: "When will he stop talking nonsense?"

"I don't know, I really regret not wearing headphones..."

"Perhaps you should regret your crime, gentlemen."

A sudden and familiar voice echoed, and a thin red and blue figure dangled from the ceiling. The spider silk snatched away their weapons, then pinned them to the stone before they could even stand up.

"Okay, there shouldn't be anyone here... Oh, is your car planning to run away?"

Then they watched as the spider-freak shot a thick, white thread from his wrist, caught something, and then, grasping the thread with both hands, he yanked hard.

They thought they heard the desperate cry of the van's engine, and then something took flight.

The silver-white van flew up. Spider-Man did a backflip and landed first, then caught the entire van from the chassis and gently placed it on the ground.

"Dong dong dong."

Spider-Man walked over to the stunned driver and knocked on the driver's window. "Dangerous driving, sir. Can you show me your license?"

He used spider silk to hook a cell phone that someone had dropped on the ground, dialed 911, opened the car door and pulled the driver out.

"Hello, New York City Police Department? I'm reporting an illegal smuggling case. Should I talk to customs? Does customs also handle alien weapon smuggling? Um, the location is... There are a lot of people, so bring more police cars."

More than ten minutes later, several police cars arrived in front of the dilapidated building. The policemen who got out of the cars raised their police hats and looked up at dozens of people whose arms and bodies were tied with spider webs and hung outside the building.

The van and the alien weapons in the van were tightly wrapped in spider silk.

"Sir, this is the message left by the person who called the police."

The burly, capable sheriff took the paper and read: "The spider silk will automatically degrade within two hours. Please be prepared to receive it. - Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

"Sir, they..."

"Send someone to watch it. It will probably fall in two hours. A fall of more than two meters won't kill anyone."

As the sheriff spoke, he called for backup on the intercom: "This is George Stacy, needing more vehicles to transport the suspect, over."

Sheriff Stacy narrowed her eyes and looked at the note again.

"This handwriting...why does it feel a little familiar?"

PS: The Amazing Spider-Man was released in 2012, the same year as Avengers, but two months later. He was also a high school student (second year), a year older than the main character, Bug.

The protagonist's first battle suit is the same as the one in "The Amazing Spider-Man 1", but with an extra belt, and the web-shooter is the most classic bracelet style.

So it can be seen as the extraordinary insect of MCU, probably

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