[As the two security guards opened the glass door, Spider-Man—disregarding the risk of exposing his identity—urged, "Mr. Harrington, hurry up! Ned, come on! Okay, you've made it!"]
["Go, go, go! Everybody out! Move! Move!" Spider-Man shouted as he felt the ceiling beneath him begin to collapse. His voice grew increasingly urgent.]
[Liz, frozen in fear, moved cautiously. The teacher reached out to pull her forward, but before she could get closer, the fragile ceiling beneath Spider-Man finally gave way.]
[Liz screamed as Spider-Man instinctively shouted, "Liz!!!" She tried to reach for his hand, but she wasn't close enough.]
[Reacting instantly, Spider-Man fired a web, catching Liz's wrist mid-air and stopping her fall. "You're fine! I've got you!"]
[He quickly pulled her toward the security guards, who grabbed her and pulled her to safety. "Good! Very good!"]
[Liz stood there in shock, glancing back at Spider-Man. He gave her a reassuring smile. "So, everyone's safe now, right?"]
[She nodded, and Karen suddenly suggested, "Seize the opportunity, Peter! Kiss her!"]
[Spider-Man hesitated, But before he could decide, the web holding him snapped completely.]
["Oh!!!" he yelped as he plummeted down.]
[Everyone gasped in shock. Mr. Harrington called out, "Thank you!" as Spider-Man fell, the drone following him down.]
[Flash, still clutching the trophy, leaned over the elevator entrance and shouted, "Are you seriously Peter Parker's friend?"]
"Oh, what a shame! I really thought he was going to have a Spider-Man kiss moment with Liz, like The 1st Gen Spiderman!" Gwen sighed in disappointment before noticing that the second-generation Spider-Man had a strange look on his face. "What's wrong?"
The second-generation Spider-Man shook his head. "Nothing. It's just… watching him in action reminded me of something I did back in the Sky Screen. Remember the foreman who helped me get into the Osborn building?"
"Troy?" Gwen's excellent memory allowed her to recall the name instantly.
"Yeah. His son was in a falling car, and I used my webbing to save him. The whole moment feels similar to this scene."
Seeing that Gwen remembered, Spider-Man nodded before adding, "It's also kind of like when you fell in the bell tower. Except Liz was a lot closer to him… I just hope he doesn't keep relying on his webbing to save people."
Gwen gave him a comforting smile before wrapping her arms around him. "Peter, I believe he won't. He's got AI assistance, right?"
"Yeah, that's better. That kind of pain… it's not something an ordinary person can bear." He sighed before his expression darkened slightly. "But do you remember what the Sky Screen said? That all three Spider-Men will be forgotten by the whole world..."
He exhaled deeply. The Sky Screen didn't make empty statements. This was likely the fate that awaited all three versions of Spider-Man.
Meanwhile, Toomes stood next to Liz, conflicted. That little bastard Spider-Man had caused him a lot of trouble—but he had also just saved his daughter's life.
Even if this whole mess had been Spider-Man's fault in the first place… he had still saved Liz.
[The scene shifts to Vulture's secret base, where Herman was testing his mechanical gauntlet. He punched a van with immense force, sending a powerful shockwave through the warehouse. The vibration startled Mason, who quickly stabilized a nearby weapon.]
[Mason glanced at Vulture, who was leaning against a workbench. "I can still fulfill the next order, but if we don't get new materials from the next shipment..."]
[His meaning was clear. Vulture sighed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah… Damn it. We can still finish Gargan's order, right?"]
["Yeah, but once it's done, we're out of resources," Mason confirmed.]
[Vulture rubbed his chin, deep in thought. Just as he was considering his next move, Mason suggested, "Hey, maybe it's time to build a high-altitude vacuum seal device."]
["Can you shut up about that already?" Vulture snapped, refusing the idea without even looking at him.]
[But Mason wasn't ready to let it go. "Just one deal!"]
["No!" Vulture cut him off firmly. Then he muttered, "It's been eight years! Eight years, and the FBI hasn't done a damn thing! And what about those bastards in their Halloween costumes sitting in Stark Tower? Not a peep!"]
[Vulture crossed his arms, his eyes darkening with rage. His killing intent toward Spider-Man was clear.]
["And then, out of nowhere, this little punk in red tights shows up! Thinks he can tear down everything I've built? Really? I'm going to kill him. I'll find him, and I'll end him!"]
[Before he could say another word, Herman pointed at the TV. "Uh… we just found him."]
[Vulture snapped his head around. On the screen, the news anchor reported: "Spider-Man successfully rescued a Queens Academic Decathlon team from a deadly elevator collapse at the Washington Monument."]
["The true identity of the masked hero remains unknown!" the reporter continued. But Vulture wasn't listening to the news anymore. His eyes narrowed. He suddenly remembered—Liz had gone to Washington for that competition.]
"It looks like Peter's interference ruined Vulture's plans," Steve Rogers observed. He then turned to Wanda, sitting beside him. "Wanda, any thoughts?"
"What?" Wanda blinked, caught off guard.
"I think what Cap means," Pietro interjected, "is that Toomes is doing something similar to what Obadiah Stane did back in the day. They both sold weapons to criminals. Toomes' operation just happens to be more high-tech."
He then added, "Stark tried to shut Stane down, so Stane wanted him dead. Peter stopped Toomes from selling weapons, so now Toomes wants Peter dead. Same logic."
Wanda scoffed and looked at Steve Rogers. "Then they both deserve to die. Why aren't we stopping Toomes right now, Cap?"
"Because, legally speaking, Toomes hasn't been doing anything yet," Steve explained. "We can morally condemn him, but we have no legal grounds to arrest him. However, that doesn't mean we can't keep an eye on him."
Wanda stayed silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. Over the past few days, she had started to see that Tony really was working to make the world better. The resentment she once held against him had begun to fade.
Meanwhile, Steve was considering something else entirely. Wanda had previously demonstrated certain superpowers, and he wanted to help her fully realize her abilities. He had spoken to Banner and the others, but they had no idea how to guide her.
There was only one person he could think of who might help: the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.
But there was a problem—Nick Fury had mentioned that Doctor Strange and Christine had been taken in by the Ancient One, and they hadn't been seen in public since. SHIELD had no leads on their whereabouts.
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