I Am In Marvel

In Midtown High School, there is a high school classroom with TVs, radios, and folding blackboards.

No matter how reluctant Peter was in his heart, Ned, who thought he had reached a consensus, became his tablemate as a friend.

Other students are still reporting one after another and choosing seats.

Taking advantage of this time, Ned still opened the topic to Peter, "Peter, who is your favorite hero in the Avengers?"

"Hero?" Peter replied without hesitation, "Iron Man."

"oh oh!"

Ned was even more excited, spitting out, "I like Iron Man too! His iron suit is so handsome, of course, he is also rich. But he is only the second in my mind, and my favorite is really It's still a symbol of peace, he is the real number one hero!"

This Peter did not object.

Indeed, when it comes to talking about this topic, men, women and children in New York City will acquiesce to the symbol of peace. This is the consensus of all.

When it comes to peace symbols, no one will compare him to other heroes. After all, the symbol of peace is the first superhero. He ended the protracted World War II war, founded the Avengers, and saved the world several times. No matter his reputation or achievements, he is not comparable to other heroes.

The meaning of the existence of the symbol of peace is more like a belief, and it has even surpassed the framework of the hero itself.

The corners of Peter's mouth turned up quietly. If Ned, the fat man in front of him, knew that he had had a fight (abuse) with the symbol of peace, he would have dropped his jaw in shock.

"Just sitting here waiting for someone?"

The male student near the podium in the classroom bickered, took the remote control from the podium, and turned on the TV next to the blackboard.

The newly opened channel was broadcasting news and current affairs, and the fire scene with thick smoke immediately attracted the attention of all the students in the classroom.

"Last night at 6:50, a fire broke out in the Remy Five-Star Hotel on the central street of Queens. The fire was so serious that it basically covered the fifth floor. Fortunately, there were no casualties, thanks to a man dressed in red and blue. Mysterious man in tight clothing..."

The female reporter released a video while explaining. In the video, Spider-Man can be seen indistinctly with spider silk echoing back and forth, rescuing the affected residents from the fifth floor to the ground at the entrance.

Ned looked at the news in surprise and said, "Wow, is that a new hero? That guy seems to be able to fly?"

"No, he shouldn't be able to fly." Peter touched his nose, the feeling of watching himself on TV wasn't bad.

Ned continued to comment: "His clothes, which tend to be in the style of Iron Man, are not imitating Iron Man's suits, right?"

"This..." Peter didn't know what to say. After all, the spider suit was made by Tony. It can be said that Ned touched the truth inadvertently.

"Since it's a new hero, it should have a name, right? Let's think about it, how about calling him Fire Monkey? It's a cool name." Ned looked at Peter with interest, wanting to hear his opinion.

Peter corrected a little excitedly: "His name is Spider-Man, not Fire Monkey!"

"Uh." Ned looked stunned, obviously frightened, and the other students also turned their suspicious eyes to Peter.

"Childish." A short-haired female student sitting quietly reading a book in the corner glanced up at Peter.

"Well, I also heard what others said."

Peter spread his hands in embarrassment and buried his head in his holding bag.

The news finally made a phased summary: "The cause of the fire has not yet been identified, and the police have initially ruled out accidental fire. This incident is likely to be artificially induced. Please continue to pay attention to the New York News Channel for the specific follow-up situation..."

"Why?"

Peter raised his head, and recalled last night, the mysterious figure wearing a glass helmet, an armored cloak, and a flash of red mist.

Who is that person?

At this time, a restaurant in New York.

He was about thirty years old, but his face was full of dregs and vicissitudes, and he could no longer be called an uncle of youth. He was wearing a waiter suit and squatted at the door of the restaurant in a daze.

His name is Scott Lang, and he's only been out a few months after he's been in jail for stealing. Although he barely found a low-level job, after the divorce, it was difficult to win back the custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott needs a lot of money now, a lot of money, and it is estimated that he will not be able to earn half of his life as a waiter.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, his "old friends" in twos and threes appeared in front of him again and gave him a cake-like suggestion to him in a predicament.

After hearing his old friend's proposal, Scott didn't think too much about it, and immediately rejected it: "Stealing? Please, I've washed my hands with gold plates and can't go to prison any more!"

"Shh, man, be quiet."

One of the fat cheeks put his shoulders on Scott's shoulders and said in a low voice, "We really need you this time. I can guarantee that this is your last order. As long as you follow it up, the money you will receive will be yours. Not only do you have to worry about the rest of your life, but even your daughter can come back to you."

Scott was silent, and he had to say that he was moved, and he could do anything for his daughter.

"Tell me, who is the target." Scott said solemnly.

"I knew you wouldn't refuse."

The fat man clenched his fist excitedly and said simply: "The other party is a businessman and scientist who has properties in many places in New York. He has a villa that has been idle for a long time. According to understanding, there is a super safe room. By the way, the name of the businessman. It's called Hank Pym..."

Late that night, a van with curtains parked on the road in the villa area.

"I'm leaving."

Scott, who was wearing a night suit, put on the headset and mask and got out of the back door of the van. The other accomplices who stayed in the car were manipulating various equipment, shielding nearby surveillance and signals, and monitoring every move of the nearby streets, with a level of professionalism no less than that of international thieves.

After Scott left the van, he approached the target villa in diameter. He came to the wall, climbed over and entered the courtyard skillfully and deftly. After opening the security window with a tool, the cat burrowed into the villa.

"Along the hall, there are stairs on the right, go up to the second floor, and the target is the storage room in the third room..."

Following the companion's instructions from the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and went to the storage room on the second floor. When he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smile.

This is too pediatric, and naturally it can't be difficult for him.

Tape the old fingerprints left by the handle to reproduce the texture, and then use the re-engraved fingerprints to pass the scanning level.

After five minutes.

Scott didn't touch any alarms, he entered the storage room smoothly, and saw the thickened steel safety door that was two meters long and one meter wide.

"No wonder you are looking for me, this is a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The companion asked in surprise.

"It's Carbondale, made in 1910, using Titanic steel."

Scott showed a habitual smile, "Remember hitting an iceberg, its cold resistance is average."

Scott is a former chief engineer, and he is also a top thief. He knows how to pry open the safe at a glance.

A small hole is drilled on the main structure of the safety door, after a large amount of water is injected, the freezing is accelerated with liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the safety door are quickly frozen into ice...

'Boom! ’

After a while, the entire safety door exploded directly, and the door fell to the floor with a bang.

Hearing the sound of the door breaking, the companion on the other side of the headset couldn't hide his excitement and shouted: "Look, what's inside!"

Scott was also very excited, took a stride, crossed the steel door that fell on the ground, and entered the safe room.

But there was nothing but a table on it, with a dusty dark red motorcycle suit and a strange helmet on it.

"What is this stuff?"

Scott opened his mouth wide and was completely speechless.