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216 Noisy Little Spider, Confused Ghost

Tony Stark's building is particularly noisy today.

At least that's the case for Tony Stark.

"Mr. Tony Stark! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I actually met a living one! I'm so lucky!"

A little spider who had just caught a low-level robber was following Tony Stark and talking incoherently.

"If he's not alive, could he be dead?" Tony Stark couldn't help rolling his eyes and rubbing his temples with a headache.

"Also, if you keep nagging me, I might change my mind. Frankly, I don't think inviting you to visit my building is a good idea right now. So please be quiet, understand?"

"Oh, sorry."

Spider-Man realized that he had said something wrong and covered his mouth with an exaggerated gesture. Then he saw an amazing scene. Purple flames suddenly appeared on the ground, and then a black shadow passed by. He was very sure that something had left here, but unfortunately he could not see anything clearly.

Spider-Man stared at everything that happened suddenly in amazement. He was about to say something, but then he remembered Tony Stark telling him to shut up. So he had to wink and try to get Tony Stark's attention.

Unfortunately, he failed completely because he had a leather mask on his head and he couldn't make any exaggerated expressions. Tony Stark didn't get his hint at all.

"Kid, what's wrong with your facial muscles? Why are you twitching? Are there any injuries?"

Tony Stark asked in confusion, but before the other party could answer, Jarvis's continuous reminders prompted him to put on his armor quickly. The transparent glass on the building squirmed and shrank to make a square space, and then he disappeared into the sky under Spider-Man's bewildered gaze.

"Mr. Tony Stark!"

Unfortunately, the armor flew so fast that Spider-Man's desperate cry was completely useless.

Maybe it was just his illusion, or maybe the purple flame and black shadow were special devices in the building.

After shouting in vain, Spider-Man comforted himself in this way. Then when he turned around, he saw a little boy wearing a very familiar outfit, a knight's outfit.

After all, the set of figures about Knight's Glory is so popular that everyone knows about it. Although the knights and those special heroes do not belong to the earth but are interstellar alien friends, just like Thor from Asgard, the latter lives on the earth, while the rest of the heroes are not.

It really seemed like it, and Spider-Man couldn't help but squat down to take a closer look, not realizing that the person standing in front of him was the Knight himself.

The main source of this misunderstanding is because of the figures. Due to the strong request of the ghosts, all the figures in the ghost series have been slightly taller in proportion to the team figures. It’s not that much taller, probably just the height of a ghost.

In addition, Spider-Man did not witness the war in person, so she naturally based her understanding on the proportions of the figure and regarded the other party as just a child who loved knights.

"Are you Tony Stark's child? Oh my god, did I find out? Is it some terrible secret?"

And Spider-Man did not disappoint his extraordinary imagination, and developed rich and unrealistic associations.

The ghost tilted his head subtly, showing confusion and bewilderment.

As for why he appears here?

It really doesn't want to deal with those tedious things, especially after some insects show fanatical worship of it, it becomes even more restless.

Although it doesn't mind doing some things and helping out, otherwise it wouldn't be busy running around for the construction of Hallownest and running countless missions, but it really doesn't like being worshipped and treated as a sculpture with more symbolic meaning than practical significance?

It seems like he's involved in every matter, big or small, in Hallownest, even if he knows very little or nothing about it.

In short, coming to the ghost's place before doing anything has become a daily check-in. After sitting in the chair restlessly for a few days, I really can't stand this indescribable day after day.

He ran away decisively.

Of course, the above are actually excuses. It simply doesn't want to face the nagging Bumblebee, so it decides to come to Tony Stark's world to relax.

However, it forgot to notify the other party when it came. In addition, it had full authority, so there would be no machine or Tony Stark to remind it of its arrival, which led to the previous accidental scene.

Just when Spider-Man was about to say something, he keenly saw the explosion in the distance of the building.

"! Why are those guys never content? Do they have to make me, a friendly neighbor, go over and greet them one by one before they'll behave like good, honest residents?"

Spider-Man said this with gritted teeth, and subconsciously followed the direction Tony Stark had left.

The transparency of the glass here was so high that he didn't notice the trick played on the glass at all, so he bumped into it hard and was dizzy.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.”

The little spider turned around twice in a daze, rubbed his nose which was still aching, and muttered a few words under his breath. Just as he turned in a different direction and was about to go down the elevator and out the door, he was grabbed by something.

When he turned around, he saw only the little guy he had seen before following him obediently.

"Little boy, do you want to go with me? No way! I understand your admiration for heroes! Because I also admire Tony Stark, but no way, no way! You are really too young, you are not yet..."

His chattering was finally defeated by the ghost's persistence, and he remembered Tony Stark's sermon to him, saying that he was too young to be here, and should sit in the classroom and attend classes, at least until he graduated from college.

But how can he shrink from being a superhero just because of his age? You have to know that he already has the required strength. Captain America is just an ordinary person who has been injected with serum, but his strength is much greater than Captain America's, and he also has a very flexible and easy-to-use spider sense.

He has so much, he shouldn't just be an honest student and ignore the bad things that happen.

He embarked on the path of a hero with this idea in mind, so when he saw the ghost's pleading expression, he couldn't help but soften his heart and picked up the other person with difficulty.

I was thinking that I would put the person in a safe high place when I got close. After all, he was Tony Stark's family member, and he might have some self-defense technology on him.

As for the ghost, it was still a little confused. It just stared at the other party expressionlessly for a while, and the other party ran away with it in its arms as if it had made some important decision.

217 The little spider with a burst of mentality

The indescribable splendor of the fireworks, the scorching pain caused by the flames, the people running, and the buildings collapsing.

Spider-Man was moving around the city, and before he arrived, he heard the sound of sirens.

He stood on a tall building in the distance and gently put the ghost down.

"Little friend, can you stay here quietly? I'll come back to find you after I finish dealing with that restless big guy in the distance."

Spider-Man actually felt a little regretful. Why did he bring the people out in a fit of rage? Not to mention the dangers on the battlefield, if Tony Stark found out, he would probably be beaten to a pulp.

The ghost looked at the man and shook his head.

It doesn't like to stay in the same position for too long, but that's a different story if there's a hot spring.

Seeing the other party shaking his head, Spider-Man felt a little headache. After all, the other party was just a young child. Not to mention whether he would be affected by the battlefield, even if he got bumped into something, it would be worrying.

"If you stay here until I get back, I'll treat you to ice cream and dessert."

He hesitated when he said the last sentence, as if he saw his wallet dripping with blood.

If he hadn't taken photos of himself fighting bravely and sold them for some money, he might not even have been able to afford the money to treat his guests to a meal?

The ghost nodded calmly, seeing the other person looking like he was about to cry.

The little spider here finally settled the opponent and jumped down from the building without any pause, swinging on the spider silk and rushing to the center of the chaos in a hurry.

When I got to my seat and saw the person, my heart skipped a beat, and the word "trouble" almost occupied my entire thought.

He swung over, raised his hand and released two spider silks, which stuck to the opponent's hands and legs, and landed on a tall building not far away. He had a sad expression and couldn't stop complaining.

"When can you guys just calm down for a bit and let your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man have a perfect vacation instead of having to follow you around and clean up the mess behind you! Don't you villains deserve a vacation?"

Red Tank's veins bulged at the sound of people scolding him. He easily broke free from the spider web stuck on his body, looked up in the direction of the people, and roared loudly.

"Shut up, little reptile!"

Then Spider-Man attacked him with a spider web, which stuck his mouth tightly.

"Come on, can't you guys try something fresher in your lines? Besides, spiders are arthropods, not reptiles. I think you could try something fresher and call me a spider or an arthropod..."

Before he could finish his words, his spider-sense buzzed and he immediately jumped up, sending a large rock flying past where it had been crouching.

Spider-Man pretended to be frightened and raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent sweat on his forehead, then continued to chatter indifferently.

"Okay, it seems you don't find this name interesting. Let's make a deal. You can remove the "little" character. I'll accept calling you Reptile or anything else. Calling you Little Reptile... well, you know, it's really weird."

Before he could say anything more, one after another, stones, cars, or other scattered objects were thrown at him like a torrential rain without leaving him any room to breathe.

The little spider was chased and fled in a panic, but he felt relieved in his heart.

No matter what, take this man away from the downtown area first. He doesn't want to fight with this guy in the downtown area.

The guy wearing red like the rising sun in the east is the Red Tank.

The opponent's reputation is not big, nor is he difficult to deal with. At least he is far inferior to the monsters and demons that the Avengers have dealt with. Otherwise, he would not be able to continue making trouble here, as the Avengers would have come to his door long ago.

But for Spider-Man, it is a tough enemy to deal with.

With skin as tough as steel, the only thing that could penetrate it was Spider-Man's sharp words. At least bullets couldn't leave any marks, let alone his spider silk, which had no deterrent effect at all.

In terms of strength, he was lagging behind his opponent in all aspects. In this situation, he still insisted on not killing anyone. It was really difficult to deal with that guy.

Spider-Man was distracted while trying to take the man to a deserted place.

But this plan failed. Perhaps it was because of the long-term situation of being cheated that Red Tank had a little more intelligence in his brain. He glanced at the location where Spider-Man was and left without looking back.

Coincidentally, the direction he was heading was exactly where Spider-Man placed the ghost.

He rushed all the way, bumping into countless walls. The feeling in Spider-Man's mind at this moment could almost be described as complete despair.

"Big guy, why don't you look back at your friendly neighbor? Or have you finally gotten a kick in the guts and decided to let me take a good vacation? If that's the case, I have handcuffs here. You can put them on yourself and walk to the police station yourself. I believe the process should be very simple and you can do it as a matter of course."

He tried to use his mouth to delay the opponent's progress, and even started to sound a little frustrated at the end, but it was still useless. The opponent was stubborn and kept rushing forward. He also tried to use spider silk to stop the opponent.

But these were all useless efforts. The tank could easily tear apart the spider's web that had been reinforced twice, and all his obstructions were in vain.

He watched as the other party got closer and closer to the building, his face beneath the mask becoming paler and paler. He could only pray that the other party would quickly pass through the building, crash through a few walls, and get away from that place.

The building is tall and sturdy enough. As long as it is not a shoddy construction, there shouldn't be any problems.

As Spider-Man thought about this, he swore that next time he encountered this situation, no matter how the other party acted cute, he would just sit back and watch. In order to avoid being beaten to death by Tony Stark, he must remember this rule.

At this moment, the ghost felt the guy who was emitting malice all the time, and his fighting instinct prompted him to draw his weapon. Then, under the relieved gaze of Spider-Man, he jumped down from the tall building.

It’s over.

It’s over.

Spider-Man, who was still some distance away from the scene of the incident, had only this thought in his mind. The spider silk had been used up in the previous tug of war, and he was now able to move freely thanks to the equipment given to him by Tony Stark.

He had no way to save the other person, and regret washed over him. He had killed an innocent child because of his recklessness. Tony Stark was right. He was still too young to shoulder such a heavy responsibility...

He's not worthy of being a hero.

218 The ghost's slash was so fast that the opponent had no time to react.

Everything happened so fast that my mind could only catch a glimpse of it.

At least that's the case for Peter Parker.

During this somewhat boring summer vacation, he will encounter one of the most important turning points in his life, but he has no idea of ​​it.

He was now overcome by panic, watching the small, dark shadow falling at an incredible speed.

And he was powerless to stop it.

Tears began to glisten in his eyes, and he desperately wanted to say no, but all his words were drowned out by the violent noise.

A large amount of smoke and dust rose into the air, mixed with some dull sounds, as if something was surging there.

Wait, lots of smoke and dust.

Spider-Man finally discovered the key point of the matter. An ordinary child falling to the ground would not cause such a large amount of smoke and dust. Perhaps Tony Stark really prepared a comprehensive protective suit for the other party. He looked over expectantly, praying for the other party's safety.

The ghost in the smoke and dust just calmly put his weapon back on his back, looked at the enemy lying in a pool of blood, and silently took two steps back to avoid being splashed by blood.

Plague will evaporate when splashed on the body, but blood will just stick to the body sticky, and ghosts don't like that.

In fact, it was not falling very fast, so slow that the opponent could still react, but its slashing speed was very fast, so fast that the opponent did not even have a chance to see its figure clearly or ridicule it, and it had already turned into a still warm corpse.

The alertness in his expression had not disappeared, but the glint in his eyes had gone. He was unable to move, broken into two, blood and his intestines and the like were lying on the ground, blending with his bright red clothes, and his pitiful few brains were also scattered, but it didn't matter, he would probably never use it again anyway.

This big guy, whom Spider-Man regarded as his biggest enemy, fell here forever and would never get up again.

The ghost didn't even look at him, as if he was just picking up an insignificant bug on the road, not worth paying attention to.

It raised its head and looked directly at Spider-Man, thinking about the desserts and ice cream that he had promised it.

It remembered it very clearly. The other party said that as long as it stayed here when he came over, it would be invited to eat these. It thought about it. Although it was not in the original place just now, it was also nearby. The other party allowed it to walk around here, so there was no problem.

Ghosts love to eat sweets because it makes them feel happy, and they like this feeling very much.

But the other party seemed stunned, standing there in a daze, as if he had no intention of fulfilling his promise.

So the ghost calmly raised the sign and kindly reminded the man who seemed to have a bad memory.