Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

So, in a way, this is indeed a prison.

So he's here to visit me in prison?

Peter looked around and spotted a black sedan parked discreetly on the side of the road in front of Scott's house.

But based on Peter's professional intuition (the detective intuition he gained from Spider-Man Noir), the person in that black car was probably sent by Forbolg to monitor Scott.

Because Scott's plea agreement stipulated that during his imprisonment, he was not allowed to leave his house or meet with anyone who had not signed the Sokovia Accords.

This includes his former comrades like Captain America, as well as Hank Pym and Hope Van Dyne, who provided him with the Ant-Man suit.

If he violates the regulations, he could face a prison sentence of more than twenty years.

Peter walked to the black sedan and tapped on the window with his finger.

The car window rolled down, revealing a Black man wearing sunglasses inside. Peter saw that the man was playing a game of Gomoku on his phone screen.

He looked at Peter and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone, "You little brat who's playing role-playing games, don't bother me, go play by yourself."

He recently learned this new game of Gomoku and tried playing against a simple AI. He played all day but only won a few times. He was about to lose again and was getting angry.

Peter paused for a moment.

Good heavens, it's one thing for passersby not to recognize him, but how come he doesn't even recognize those within the system?

Moreover, on his way here, he had already considered Scott's troubles, so he asked Friday to help submit an application to them.

Just now on the subway, my application to visit Scott in prison was approved.

Logically, the surveillance personnel should have known he was coming.

He only came over to say hello to avoid trouble.

Peter reached out and tapped his wrist a few times: "I, Spider-Man of the Avengers, have come to see Scott Lang, understand?"

"I don't care about your revenge. You're the Avenger?" The black man finally realized what was happening and stared at Peter with wide eyes.

His gaze fell on the light screen that popped up on Peter's wrist, which displayed the approval message.

"Is it okay now?"

“Mmm,” the black man nodded repeatedly.

Peter reached out and tapped his screen several times: "Isn't that it? You continue, I'll go in and take a look."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards Scott's house.

The black man looked down at his phone. The situation, which had almost turned into a loss, had suddenly reversed. He only needed a few more moves to win!

He looked up at the figure knocking on the door of the house he was monitoring, and questioned his existence: "Is the difference between people really that big?"

Chapter 165 Scott and Cathy

"Oh oh oh!"

After Peter knocked twice, he heard a loud shout coming from inside the house.

One of the voices sounded familiar; it must be Scott.

The other one was soft and limp; Peter thought for a moment and figured it must be Scott's daughter, Cathy.

Cathy is actually Scott's daughter with his ex-wife.

Because Scott committed a crime and went to jail, the two divorced, and Cathy naturally went with his ex-wife.

Later, his ex-wife found another husband, who became a police officer in the Los Angeles Police Department.

Surprisingly, their relationship was quite good.

During Scott's time in home confinement, his ex-wife would often bring Cathy back to visit him.

These are all recorded in the archives.

Bang!

A soft thud was heard upstairs.

Peter frowned, instinctively jumped up, and instantly landed on the roof. He then hung one eye upside down and cautiously peered down.

His long combat career made him subconsciously believe that Scott and Cathy were in danger.

However, he was stunned when he saw the scene below.

One of them was indeed Scott, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

It's clear that although Scott is under house arrest, he's doing alright. He doesn't look haggard, and his face still exudes a relaxed and carefree air.

At this moment, he was sitting in a small car that looked like it was pieced together from stools and cardboard boxes, playing indoor bumper cars with his daughter Cathy.

His daughter, Cathy, was a beautiful little girl.

After seeing Cathy, Peter's impression of Scott's unreliability deepened.

According to the information, Cathy is only 10 years old, and she was only 9 years old a year ago!

She's a full six years younger than him!

How could he possibly play with a kid like that?

-

"Oh!"

Peter's bumper car collided with Cathy's bumper car, and the front of the cars, which were made of newspapers and old clothes, burst open.

“You’re driving too fast, Peter!” Scott stood to the side, holding a plate in each hand. “Are you alright, Peanut?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” Cathy said, raising her hands and laughing.

Peter scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. He had overestimated the sturdiness of the bumper car that Scott had handcrafted, and he pushed off the ground a little harder with his feet.

Fortunately, they are all alright.

Peter stood up from the bumper car and then pulled Cathy out of hers too.

Scott glanced at their clasped hands and gestured, "Come on, let's eat over there. We don't need the living room for now."

Yes, the living room has been converted into a bumper car area, so it won't be usable for a while.

So Peter and Cathy followed behind Scott.

At this point, half an hour had passed since he arrived at Scott's house.

Scott was quite surprised by his arrival.

However, Scott was even more surprised when he removed his suit and revealed his physique.

He had previously sensed Peter's "immaturity" from his appearance and actions, but he never expected him to actually be just a teenage boy.

As for Peter, he repeatedly revealed his true self to others because his current strength gave him confidence.

In terms of individual combat strength, he possesses a force of fifty tons on his own, and when he wears the second-generation Venom suit, it reaches several hundred tons. When he exerts his full power, he is practically a human-shaped natural disaster.

Even Iron Man might not be able to stop him.

In terms of influence, he is a member of the Avengers and owns Parker Polymers, a company with close ties to Stark Industries, which has a market value of several billion dollars.

He was also secretly acquiring stakes in several news websites, including the Daily Horn, thus gaining a certain degree of control over public opinion.

In summary, even if his identity is exposed, he now has the ability to protect himself and his family and friends.

If that's the case, why bother hiding it?

Peter decided to gradually reveal himself to the world.

Just like Iron Man, become a superhero who combines fame and fortune!

Of course, even so, he wouldn't go so far as to reveal his identity.

Just because he's not afraid of being exposed doesn't mean he actually wants to be exposed.

After all, once their true identities are revealed, many things will inevitably change.

-

Scott must have talked to his daughter about Spider-Man; his daughter Cathy is a very cheerful and lively little girl.

Peter and she quickly became acquainted.

Scott took the opportunity to offer to make some snacks, which turned into Peter accompanying Cathy to play bumper cars.

"How did you end up here all of a sudden? Are the Avengers going to..." Scott asked, cutting the fried egg into small pieces and placing them on his daughter's plate with a knife and fork.

Peter shrugged, slightly annoyed, and said, "I just happened to be in Los Angeles, so I thought I'd drop by and see you. We're related, after all."

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, we're related!" Scott laughed heartily.

"Dad, what is kinship?" Cathy asked curiously, taking a bite of her fried egg and looking up.

“Because he is a spider, and I am an ant,” Scott explained.

Peter continued, "In nature, many spiders and ants have a symbiotic relationship. They live together but do not interfere with each other, and sometimes they even help each other."

"So you're here to help my dad?" Cathy blinked her big eyes at Peter, her innocent gaze filled with a hint of expectation.

“I suppose so, I also need your father’s help with something,” Peter replied.