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Two figures wandered over New York City before finally landing in a dark alley. Bloody Mary collapsed to the ground due to Peter's release. Peter stumbled, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he fell. He covered his waist with one hand and glanced down, noticing a short dagger embedded in his side. Severe pain shot through him, sharpening his senses.
He couldn't believe he had saved this woman, only to have her stab him in the waist with a dagger. This was too much.
"Hey, lady!"
Peter couldn't hold back his frustration, even though he was usually honest and kind. He looked at the woman before him, who was breathing heavily, blood flowing from her nose and face like a devil.
Bloody Mary's red lips curled into a crazed smile. "I like you, little one."
"Damn it, is this how you show someone you like them—by stabbing me with a knife?"
Enduring the pain, Peter pulled out the dagger. Fortunately, it had no undercuts or blood grooves, and he instinctively clamped his muscles around it; otherwise, he would have bled profusely.
Bloody Mary extended her index finger to soak up the blood and licked it clean. "It's a pity I didn't kill you this time."
"Damn it, you're a lunatic."
Peter felt helpless. He simply stretched out his hand and shot a web to restrain Bloody Mary firmly. She didn't resist. She was severely injured, and her only concern was to escape from Peter. Sincere thanks from her was completely out of the question.
"Madam, you need to go to jail and reflect on your actions," Peter said seriously as he approached her.
"Sureee~~~ I will definitely reflect on it."
"Well, if it seems you can't, then I hope those police officers can control you."
"No, I really will reflect on it," Bloody Mary replied quickly, appearing hurt by Peter's words. But then she changed the subject. "I realized I should have dealt with all threats before looking for that man."
As she said this, her peach-blossom eyes remained fixed on Peter, making his skin crawl. He immediately understood that this woman might not consider him a threat at all.
Peter felt numb; he had saved a ticking time bomb.
If he could be more ruthless, he might have taken down this woman immediately. But unfortunately, he was Peter Parker, and that wasn't something he'd ever do.
At that moment, the screech of tires echoed from the street outside the alley. Peter turned his head abruptly and saw a group of fully armed soldiers in combat uniforms flooding into the alleyway entrance. Peter was stunned—these people didn't look like New York City police. As he hesitated, wondering whether to escape or take Mary with him, the group of soldiers parted, making way for a figure in a suit who approached with two soldiers trailing behind.
"Um, hey, sir, you do know it's night, right?" Peter remarked as he noticed the middle-aged man wearing sunglasses in the dim alley. The man didn't seem embarrassed. Instead, he responded calmly, "These sunglasses have night vision capabilities and can also link to remote network facial recognition, Spider-Man."
"Cool! So, if I wanted to buy sunglasses like these, how much would they cost?" Peter replied, impressed by the high-tech gear.
"These are free if you join S.H.I.E.L.D."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
The man nodded. "Hello, Spider-Man. My name is Coulson. I'm a senior agent with S.H.I.E.L.D., responsible for dealing with paranormal phenomena and criminal incidents." He held up his ID for Peter to see.
"So, you need me to hand her over to you?"
"That's right. The lady behind you is…special. Ordinary prisons can't hold her. We have facilities specifically designed for extraordinary individuals."
"Alright, then…" Peter considered it and nodded. Having someone else handle her was a relief. But just as he was about to ask a few more questions, a roar from the sky drew everyone's attention.
A figure descended from above, streaking down like a meteor. It was a red and gold humanoid armor, with particle flames streaming from its feet and palms. The suit touched down slowly, the round reactor on its chest glowing brightly.
Everyone recognized him immediately. He was Tony Stark—Iron Man. Recently, he'd become so famous that even Spider-Man was overshadowed.
Coulson groaned inwardly at the sight of Tony. At first, he'd hoped Stark would keep the MK armor under wraps, given its advanced technology. But Tony had been too willful, revealing it to the public on the spot. Now, Tony had become the center of attention for the U.S. military, government, and other agencies, all eager to get their hands on his technology.
Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intervention and Tony's own high-profile status and connections, he'd managed to keep control of his armor. But with the MK armor now in the public eye, Tony had become a prime focus for S.H.I.E.L.D. And it just so happened that Coulson was assigned to liaise with him.
But it was Tony's personality that truly gave Coulson a headache.
Bang!
The armor hit the ground, and the metal mask automatically lifted to reveal Tony's slightly inebriated face. It was clear he'd had a few drinks before coming.
When he spotted Coulson, he immediately waved and greeted him. "Hey, man! Too bad you missed my party. Trust me, there were plenty of beauties there that you wouldn't have been able to take your eyes off."
"Sorry, I had a mission to perform," Coulson replied.
"Right, right. I have to admit, you're moving a bit quicker these days," Tony replied with a slight slur, sounding impressed. "A far cry from the '90s classic car vibe you used to have." He let out a small burp, then scanned the alley, noticing Spider-Man in his suit and Bloody Mary tied up in webs. Tony paused, taking in the scene before giving a knowing smile.
"Well, well, looks like you're having quite the time here and getting creative, too! I've got to say, you're a genius, setting this up in a… well, in this smelly alley."