I'll give you another piece of advice, be careful when driving

"Peter. I didn't expect that our meeting would be under such events,"

"Doctor, I did wrong things and almost killed my friend."

"I think you've figured out something."

"Yes, yes… I understand the biggest truth is that injuries hurt. but someone has to do it." Peter whispered, "Matt's a hero, and I'm not. Maybe I'll never be a hero..."

Sōugo's voice was still calm, and Peter couldn't hear a trace of blame in his tone. he just said calmly: "Perhaps you already understand that someone had to do it. God gave you that ability so you can use it to help others. You assume that your current life is bad. But, even this bad life is by the sacrifice of many heroes. Even if they live like beggars, they can only have it after Daredevil cleans up the gangsters. Peter, Maybe I shouldn't say this, but I had to. With great power comes great responsibility."

Spider-Man closed his eyes silently.

In the early hours of the morning, in the darkest hour.

Strange took off his gloves and walked out of the operating room, "Congratulations, the operation was successful, and there is an 80% chance that his nerves will fully recover."

After hearing this, Peter roared as if trying to vent all the emotions accumulated in his chest. He jumped directly from the window, climbed quickly along the wall of the building to The roof, and then began to dash through the canopies of New York City.

At this time, he saw a golden-red Mecha as if it was going to lead him somewhere. It kept spinning around him, Peter followed the mecha, and they jumped to the New York TV Tower. The two stood at the top of the New York TV Tower.

Peter tried desperately to roar, but he couldn't make a sound. Stark's visor rose.

Peter saw his face and said in surprise, "You are Mr. Tony Stark! Iron Man is Tony Stark!"

"It's not surprising, boy. Other than the owner of Stark Group, who else can develop such a mecha?"

"But the news said you were kidnapped and taken to Afghanistan."

"Yes, but do you want to know how I got out?" Peter looked at him, and Stark said, "I built an energy core and installed it here." Stark pointed to his chest.

"There is still an Ark reactor here. In a cave, I cut open my chest and stuffed a foreign metal object in it. My blood soaked my pants."

Peter just imagined that scene, and he felt a dull pain in his chest. He said, "It must be a bad taste, right?"

"Of course, that hurts," Stark pretended to be relaxed, but Peter could hear the trembling in his tone. "You must cut your ribcage with a bone knife and sew the wires into your flesh."

Peter felt a chill on his back. He didn't expect that Stark, who always appeared in the news as a playboy. A rich and carefree man experienced such a painful past, experienced pain that is almost irresistible to ordinary people.

"Although I always like to call myself a genius, I am very awake. If I get hit by a bullet, I will bleed a lot. If shrapnel breaks my heart, I will die. If I lost a leg and I couldn't walk either. But I've done a lot of work, and there will be a risky job. Am I looking for excitement? I am the richest person on earth. I also have power that most people in this world don't have. I don't need to wear my expensive mecha and save those who can't afford me a month's salary. An ordinary person, let alone taking such a big risk."

Spider-Man closed his eyes, and after being silent for a while, he said, "...with great power comes great responsibility, right?"

Stark didn't answer, just pointed to his heart.

Facing the rising sun in New York City, Peter and Stark stood at the top of the TV Tower, watching the golden light cut through the clouds, coating all buildings in New York with brilliant gold.

Today, Peter Parker, Spider-Man, understands a truth- A so-called hero is also a mortal. They can hurt, bleed, and lose. The only difference is that they have a sense of dedication to carry out justice until death.

No one in this world can resist such severe pain. When they walk in the dark, they condense the bone and blood engraved with pain into a strong armor on the body, and after the dawn, they use this hard bone to save the world.

Facing the first ray of the morning sun, he believed, It's time to save the world.

-----------Presbyterian hospital------------

"Doctor Strange, I owe you a favor. If you need any help in the future, you can come to me." Strange's face was not very good. He was caught in the afternoon and experienced nearly ten consecutive operations. He answered impatiently, "God bless me. I hope we don't see each other again, weirdo."

"I believe you have seen my abilities before, so I'll give you another piece of advice, be careful when driving."

"Don't play these weird tricks with me. I'm going back to sleep."

After Strange finished speaking, he left. Sōugo shrugged. With Strange's current state, he wouldn't hear anything. Strange's fate would not change. But it doesn't matter. When he wants to ask his grandma to treat his arm injury, he will think of Sōugo.