Tony Stark said, "Do your part." Peter always thought he knew what was his part. Fight crime, eliminate evil, and help people...... That's what a hero should do, right?

But what about now?

Now some of their teammates, led by Captain America, and possibly even some of the other heroes who refused to register, are now on the verge of ending up in the same fate as criminals. When the incident escalates and the conflict between the two sides officially breaks out, does that mean that it is "a matter of duty" to fight these former heroes and throw them in prison like criminals?

He couldn't figure out the answer.

He was just a kid and hadn't even graduated from high school. Some things were too complicated for him to understand. And even if he asked anyone around him, no one could tell him the right answer.

Maybe it's because even adults don't know the answer. Or maybe there is no one right answer in such a situation. But it doesn't matter, since he can't figure it out, he chooses not to want to. There will always be someone who will make a choice, and it will not be his turn as a child.

He just needs to do what he's been doing as he did in the past.

It was this week that Peter became aware of the sale of high-tech weapons near his neighborhood. It's not a sophisticated piece of equipment, but it's far beyond the level of firearms that street criminals should match. The police are powerless to fight back against these high-tech armed gangsters, which are energy weapons that can knock a bus apart and a freighter crack with a single shot, and regular firearms and bullets are like toys in comparison.

Peter had worked with several of these groups of high-tech criminals, and had a rough idea of the power and performance of the weapons. According to his own speculation, this equipment should have been picked up by someone from various large battlefields. For example, during the earliest Kree invasion, those blue-skinned aliens dropped a lot of strange equipment in New York. Kang's invasion was even more exaggerated, as the forty-first-century conqueror threw a handful of futuristic weapons around the world.

Just one or two of those weapons that are carried away by a nefarious street crime will cause a lot of trouble.

The Avengers are arguing over the Superhero Registration Act these days, and no one has the time to bother with this little trouble of street disputes. But even small problems have to be taken care of, and Peter thinks he should be that person. Who made him "Friendly Neighbor Spider-Man"?

Don't look at him as a child, but after all, he is also an official avenger, and he has learned a lot in the team. He followed the clues and traced all the way, and finally found that the person who sold these high-end equipment seemed to be a fixed group, and they had been in this business for more than a year or two. He didn't have a clue about the identity of the group's members, but he did know that the leader of the group was a guy named "Vulture", who carried a pair of turbine-powered mechanical wings on his back, covered his face, and flew around in the sky like a big metal bird.

The last time he bumped into two members of the group, Peter managed to glue a miniature tracker to the back of their van. This is his best clue so far. If he's lucky, the truck will lead him directly to the other party's lair, and maybe tonight he will be able to wipe out the gang that has been arrogant under everyone's nose for so many years.

Peter felt a little better. This is the only news that can be considered good news these days.

Following the tracker's signal, he wandered to an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts of the city. The eerie buildings resemble sleeping beasts in the night, as if they would wake up at any moment and devour any intruder.

Criminals seem to be fond of abandoned warehouses, factories, and the like, and it seems that criminals all over the world are unanimous in their lack of creativity in the location of their bases.

Peter climbed in through the skylight. He glued a spider silk to the beam and hung upside down and landed.

Empty. The mask's night vision mode is automatically activated, and thanks to Stark Tech's technical support, he can see clearly in the dark as well as day.

There was a lot of dust floating in the air, and there was a musty smell everywhere. He didn't feel half of a person's breath except himself, and the whole place was empty.

Is it in the wrong place?

Probably not. Peter spun around twice and soon found the truck covered with a piece of cloth, the same one he had encountered earlier - his spider tracker was still firmly attached to the back of the car, working fine. He searched around again, and soon found several boxes of high-tech gear that had been hidden.

Good guys, everything is here. Looks like he's in the right place, it's just that no one is home for the time being. also

Peter couldn't help but get a little excited, for a fifteen-year-old to take down a high-tech criminal syndicate alone. Curious, he pulled out a strangely shaped firearm from the pile of equipment, touching it left and right...... Until the spider sense buzzed to alert him to danger. He reflexively threw away the gun, and leaped sideways, a high-heat blue beam that swept almost past him, melting a large red-glowing hole in the warehouse wall.

Peter gasped.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous, and half a second late reaction is his end.

This story teaches us that good children must not touch around. Peter carefully put the gun back in its place, determined not to mess around until the professionals arrived.

So what now? Call a professional to come and deal with it?

Or do you wait here and wait for the criminals to come back to their lair, so they can catch them all?

Before Peter could come up with a reason, there was a slight noise outside.

Someone's coming.

Without thinking about it, Peter quickly hid his figure and shrank behind cover.

The footsteps gradually approached, very soft, and the breath was well converging, but it couldn't escape Spider-Man's enhanced senses. He held his breath as he listened to the other man approaching his position step by step, his arm building up and bowing down......

Now is the time!

He could sense that the other party was right behind cover. He leaped out of his hand and shot out a cobweb. But the other party reacted faster, and avoided his cobwebs with a dodge! Peter kicked his feet, flew up, and swung his punch through, only to be pulled out of his arm with more speed and at a more precise angle. The man shook him off and slammed him over his shoulders to the ground. The next one, he felt like a hammer against his heart, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell ...... A faint aroma?

They pushed him to the ground and pressed their knees against his chest. Only then did the two face each other and see each other's identities clearly......

"Gwen!?" Peter exclaimed in surprise.