Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

where is it?

"It's a shield!"

Peter suddenly looked down and came face to face with a humanoid creature, no bigger than an ant, standing on a shield.

"Waterman" Ant-Man was a little confused. He didn't expect Peter's senses to be so sharp. He had only just come up and had already been discovered.

He didn't know that even Peter had only just realized that his senses had become more acute.

Perhaps this is what he gained from Spider-Man Noir.

Previously, his spider sense would fail nine out of ten times, but now it fails seven out of ten times.

Yes, that's a lot of progress.

The spider-sense here is not the spider-sense for situations of deadly danger, but rather for the current "non-dangerous situation".

"Hey, you're on Captain America's side too?" Peter even had the leisure to greet Ant-Man.

"I...I'm a filthy thing! Kid!" Ant-Man's eyes darted around, and he gripped the edge of his shield, growing larger as he did so.

Peter was indeed taken aback by this move.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone who could change size.

"This...this is the filthy thing? What kind of ghost are you?" Peter gripped his shield tightly with one hand and grabbed Ant-Man's foot as it kicked at him with the other.

Thus, Ant-Man found himself in an awkward position: one hand was still on his shield, while Peter held onto his foot, leaving him face down, half of him hanging in the air.

Captain America:

Iron Man:

Are you two sure you're not here to be funny?

"Ahem, this was an accident. Little, oops, pajama baby, can you put me down?"

Peter tightened his grip slightly and said with a forced smile, "My name is Spider-Man, not Pajama Baby."

“Okay, Spider-Man,” Ant-Man waved his hands wildly in the air, “Mr. Spider-Man, could you please put me down? This is really embarrassing.”

“Alright, then I’ll let you go,” Peter said, throwing Ant-Man out.

Chapter 14 He was nervous

"Well done, kid!" Iron Man praised.

When Ant-Man appeared, he thought the shield was going to be taken back, but he didn't expect Peter to react so quickly.

"What the hell is that thing? Is it really something dirty? What picture book did it come from?" War Machine asked a series of questions.

"Ahem, I'm not dirty. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ant-Man," Ant-Man slowly got up from the ground, giving Peter a resentful look. "Kids these days have no respect for the elderly."

“I’ll respect you when you’re old, Uncle Ant,” Peter said, adding that he’d never lost a battle of wits.

Ant-Man retorted, "I'm not an ant, I'm Ant-Man, you spider!"

"I'm not a spider, I'm Spider-Man."

Just as the two were about to engage in a "battle of wits from a distance," Iron Man spoke up to stop them.

He has located Captain America's other helpers using the thermal imager on his Iron Man suit.

“There are two on the tarmac, one of them is Wanda, I’m going to grab her.”

Captain America is reaching out to Peter for his shield: "Kid, can I have your shield?"

Peter held the shield in his left hand and swung it around, grinning, "Sorry, this shield is quite comfortable for me to hold, so I'll leave it here for now."

clang!

As he spoke, he slightly turned to the side and used his shield to deflect an arrow.

"Well done," Iron Man praised, then turned and flew towards the helipad. "Rhodes, you take care of the captain."

Rod said, "There are two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes."

"Barnes is mine!" Upon hearing this, Black Panther decisively ran towards the terminal.

Captain America's expression hardened slightly, realizing he wouldn't be able to get the shield anytime soon. Without further hesitation, he turned and chased after Black Panther.

Barnes was his good brother, and he certainly couldn't stand by and watch Black Panther face him.

But without his shield, Captain America, relying solely on his flesh and blood, was no match for Black Panther.

He quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

If Black Panther hadn't been reluctant to kill, Captain America probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few hits.

“Then I’ll go and meet the famous Winter Soldier,” Peter said, glancing at the scene below and realizing he wasn’t needed here for the time being.

Black Widow has already started fighting with Ant-Man.

Everyone is fighting each other.

So he decisively left, shooting out a spider silk thread towards the terminal building.

Soon, he found two people running on the second floor of the waiting hall, one of whom had a silver metal arm on his left.

With such a distinctive mark, he must be the Winter Soldier!

Peter swung his shield, smashed the glass with the edge, and rushed in.

"Whoa, what the hell are you?" The Winter Soldier was startled.

Falcon assumed a fighting stance: "These days, does everyone really have some fancy gadgets?"

Peter looked at the Winter Soldier's hands and emphasized, "I don't think he's any worse."

The Winter Soldier glanced at the shield in his hand and asked, "Are you sure you want to stop us?"

“I did it on someone’s behalf,” Peter shrugged.

The Winter Soldier fell silent; he was never one to talk much.

boom!

The Winter Soldier swung his metal arm at Peter.

Peter raised his shield and easily blocked the attack, feeling almost no force on his hand.

"Wow, so this is a vibranium shield? Cool!"

Just then, the spider sensed an alarm.

Peter suddenly exerted his strength and jumped up.

call out--

A figure swept past the spot where he had just been standing.

If he hadn't jumped, he would most likely have been grabbed and thrown out by now.

His powerful dynamic vision allowed him to see the figure clearly at a glance.

It's the Falcon!

However, he has now entered armed mode, with a pair of metal wings growing from his back.

“Wow, he has a metal arm, you have metal wings, and you still have the nerve to call me flashy?” Peter aimed at the back of the falcon and shot out a spider web.

The falcon nimbly dodged and avoided the attack.

He then fired several miniature missiles back at Peter.

This blatant attack was no challenge for Peter; he simply pretended to move aside and avoided all the attacks.

That's right, it's all just pretending.

Based on the level of warning from his spider-sense and the trajectory of the miniature missiles he had just glanced at, it was clear that these miniature missiles could not possibly hit him; at most, they would only serve as a warning.

Sure enough, everyone was "playing" in perfect unison.

Of course, Peter was also quite interested in playing with them.

call out--

Another spider silk shot out.

But it was evaded by the falcon once again.

Peter scratched his head, glancing at the shield in his hand with some annoyance.

If they had fired with both hands simultaneously, they could have blocked Falcon's movement, and he wouldn't have had such a good chance to dodge.

Indeed, Spider-Man shouldn't be using shields.

Peter's eyes darted around: "Let's go!"

He threw his shield, which shot rapidly toward the Winter Soldier below.

The Winter Soldier was startled and caught the shield, only to be pushed back several steps by the immense force of the shield.

Peter, having successfully delivered the shield, then seriously sparred with the falcon once again.

The space above the waiting area is actually quite spacious for an individual like Peter.