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

Chapter 8 School Time
Spider-Man, fully dressed in uniform, clings to the glass facade of a tall building with one hand, his feet firmly planted on the vertical surface. He surveys New York at four in the afternoon—the sun still blazing, the city bustling with traffic in late August. The ruins have long been cleared, leaving no trace of the battle between the Avengers and the Chitauri army, as if the Battle of New York never took place.

That was also the day when the Spider-Man of this universe officially put on his battle suit for the first time. The little spider shuttled back and forth in New York, where aliens were rampant, to save people, but no one saw it.

"It's been a wonderful first day of school," Spider-Man muttered to himself as he drifted off. "Met new friends—sort of new friends, anyway, found a club to join, and—"

"I believe many people have already heard about the bank robbery that occurred in Queens this morning. A group of robbers equipped with high-tech weapons not only destroyed the bank's load-bearing structure, but also nearly blew up the vault! Fortunately, the Avengers arrived in time to prevent an even greater disaster."

Jonah Jameson's scowl, resembling that of Omniman, suddenly filled the giant screen of the Daily Bugle building. He brandished a newspaper and roared, "—But that's not the point! The point is, multiple witnesses have confirmed that Spider-Man, the pest on the streets of New York, was also at the scene! There's no doubt that this is another crime orchestrated by Spider-Man and his masked accomplices!"

"I can't believe I counted seeing a part-time job maintaining the Daily Bugle website as part of a good day..." Spider-Man rolled his eyes as he swung across the screen. "Maybe I should leave some 'little surprises' in the code, like 'Hey Jonah, your hairline has receded another centimeter.'"

Swinging past Jonah Jameson's large face, Peter swung his web with one hand and scrolled through his phone with the other. He wanted this part-time job not just for the money—although upgrading his suit did require funds, but more importantly, Peter was developing a program that could monitor Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and other social platforms for keywords like fire, robbery, or murder in real time. This would help him detect emergencies across New York more quickly, allowing Spider-Man to rush to the scene in time.

And with this job, he can justifiably spend long hours in front of the computer without worrying about Aunt May or Gwen's nagging.

By the way, the monthly salary of $900 is enough to make three new sets of combat suits, or upgrade the existing equipment to give a little surprise to those thugs you deal with.

"Hey! Spider-Man! Over here!"

Spider-Man, who was browsing on his phone, looked away, quickly put his phone away, and swung over. The person calling him was a child who looked only four or five years old. Spider-Man landed beside him, squatted down, and spoke to him at eye level.

"Hey, boy, what's up?"

"My bike fell off, can you help me find it?"

Next to it is the open-air part of the New York subway, and a children's bicycle with training wheels is lying on the tracks. If it is not taken care of, it will be crushed by the subway in a few minutes at most.

The little boy watched Spider-Man jump over the concrete guardrail, which was taller than him. A moment later, he jumped up with his bicycle and placed it on the ground. "Okay, kid, remember not to play in places like this... But how did you get your bike down there? This guardrail is taller than the bike."

"Someone threw it down," the child answered honestly. "He said you would help me pick it up."

Spider-Man frowned beneath his mask. "Who would do such a thing? Do you remember what he looks like?"

"Dark skin, lots of braids in her hair, carrying a bag..."

It was a vague and non-directional description, but a child obviously couldn't give any more information, so he could only give a few safety instructions and leave, but he kept this strange episode in mind.

"Even Carl King wouldn't do something so tasteless. Wait, Carl couldn't do it? I'm not sure. But he's not black after all. Oh! Hello? Uncle Ben?"

A sudden phone call interrupted his thoughts. Peter squatted on the outer wall of the building, glanced at the caller ID and answered: "What's up, Uncle Ben?"

"Peter, can you..."

The shrill sound of sirens in the background made Benjamin Parker pause: "Can you... bring Mei a cake? It's from the Metenno cake shop we often go to. If I'm busy, I can drive over now-"

"No problem, it's on my way!" Peter answered quickly, "I'm on my way, just tell me Aunt Mei's name, right?"

After hanging up the phone, he chuckled, seemingly mocking someone: "It's really a luxury to expect New York to be safe. Well, it's time for our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to take the stage!"

A red figure jumped down from a high altitude, chasing the police car speeding in the distance.

"The suspect is fleeing south on Third Avenue and has now turned onto 95th Street! I repeat, the target has turned onto 95th Street!"

Sergeant George Stacy led the police force to set up a roadblock at the intersection of Second Avenue and 95th Street. The seemingly overblown scene was soon explained - a familiar blue energy beam shot out from the window of a red car, instantly blowing the police car over.

"The suspect has high-tech heavy firepower! Open fire and fight back!" Sheriff Stacy gave the order decisively.

The police fired back with their pistols as many times as they could. The car seemed to stagger, and a blue energy shield suddenly appeared, blocking all the bullets. Then, a second police car was bombarded by the energy beam and took off into the air. The police instinctively dodged the explosion and sought cover.

"Aha!" A masked robber leaned out of the car window, holding a gun that looked technologically advanced, and excitedly fired at the police car. After blowing up two police cars in succession and basically clearing the road, he saw the middle-aged police officer giving orders and immediately took aim and opened fire. He believed that there was no need for aiming, as the power of this gun was enough to make the other party go to heaven. A blue beam shot out in that direction, hitting the police car that Sheriff Stacy was using to protect herself. As thick smoke rose, the robber laughed heartily, until he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"What's so funny, man?"

At the critical moment, Spider-Man used the spider silk to throw Sheriff Stacy to a safe area, and he himself passed through the thick smoke and wove a giant spider web on both sides of the street. The speeding car crashed into it, and the tires spun in vain in the sticky spider silk, and the whole car was stuck to it.

With a dull thud, Spider-Man landed on the roof of the car.

"Free convertible top service!" Peter punched through the roof and pulled it out. He held it up and looked at the three frightened robbers and the bulging jewelry bag that appeared inside. "Oh, it seems the customer is not very satisfied? Remember to give a five-star review."

"Shoot him!"

Spider-Man dodged the energy gun's shot with a backward flip, attempting to block it with a web, but to no avail—the blue beam pierced the web, and he dodged it sideways. Then, a web of silk shot from his right wrist snagged the passenger door. The moment the door was ripped open by the web, the armed robber, who was about to open it, stumbled out, his weapon snatched away.

Peter picked up the high-tech weapon he had never seen before and examined it carefully, seeing several parts with different properties. It was the Chitauri technology he had seen a lot in the past few months.

"Wait, this energy source... is this a rifle modified with Chitauri technology? Someone cracked it in just a few months?"

The robber in the back seat had not gotten out of the car yet, but the gunman in the passenger seat and the driver had both gotten out. The driver was a standard strong man with a pair of power gloves emitting blue light on his hands. After the man in the passenger seat had his gun taken away, he picked up an energy shield embedded in his arm and got out.

"You know, you guys are pretty unrecognizable. I fought a guy this morning who named himself Terror after his weapon. You guys should also come up with catchy nicknames." Spider-Man walked backwards leisurely, dodging punches, and couldn't help but teasing, "How about 'Boxer'? The one behind is called 'Shield Man'? Oh, now it's time to call you 'Charge'!"

"shut up!"

"Why do I always have to be told to shut up?!"

When the energy shield robber rushed over, wrapped in blue light, Peter easily dodged him with a somersault and returned to the boxer, concentrating on dodging: "Left hook, right hook... nice straight punch! Are you done?"

The boxer looked at his gloves in disbelief, as if confused as to why he failed to hit the target despite his boxing skills and power gloves.

Spider-Man nodded in understanding.

"Then it's my turn."

"ah--!"

With a typical William scream, the boxer was punched and sent flying, stuck in the spider web blocking the road and unable to move. The shield-wielding robber turned around and saw this scene, but he also saw the guy in the back seat carrying a rocket launcher aimed at Spider-Man - and himself who was in the same line.

"No no no no no!"

"Open your shield!"

Charge pressed the shield twice, but the energy shield seemed to have run out of energy. It flashed twice and then stopped working. Unfortunately, the rocket launcher had already been fired at this time, so he could only scream in despair.

“There’s no electricity!”

Peter turned his head and looked again and again, and after confirming that the rocket would hit his teammates no matter what, he chose the simplest and most understandable way to solve the problem.

"This incident tells us to remember to bring power banks when we go out, kids."

Peter wrapped the rocket with spider silk, threw it high into the air, and then released the spider web to detonate it in mid-air. The fire of the explosion illuminated everyone present, and the guy holding the rocket launcher was stunned.

And Spider-Man's relaxed shrug.

"Guys, do you want to continue?"

(End of this chapter)