Marvel Super Armor

"Come on, my dear little spider, choose! What are you...poof!"

The Green Goblin was kicked in the face by Peter and flew away.

"This is the first time I've seen a guy who can talk better than me in a fight..."

There was a trace of sternness on the young man's face that he had never seen before, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I choose to kill you first and then stop this train!"

"Gahahaha! Come on then! Let me see what you can do!"

The Green Goblin laughed and flew under the train. Peter turned around and was about to catch up, but the mechanical arm unexpectedly appeared in front of him, and it was Doctor Octopus who stopped him.

"I don't have time to waste time with you now, get out of here!"

Peter directly grabbed the robotic arm and threw it aside.

"Don't act like a childish kid, you have to make a choice at this time!" Doctor Octopus cursed, "You know in your heart that the passengers on the whole train are heavier!"

"I don't know! I'm not going to make a choice! Adults make choices, and I want them all!" Peter shouted.

In fact, he knew in his heart that at this time, priority must be given to protecting trains with more people.

But if he chooses, it means that he has actively given up the lives of other people, and he will be responsible for their deaths.

It's not that he's afraid of taking responsibility, he just doesn't want to suffer the pain of someone else losing his life because of his own incompetence.

This kind of thing is still too heavy for a 16-year-old boy.

"Fart, children want everything, adults know that they have no choice!" Doctor Octopus yelled: "You can't make a choice, can you? I will do it for you! Now! Get to the front immediately! Find a way to make this car die The train stops!”

"Then over there with the Green Goblin..."

"You don't have to worry about that, I will take care of it!"

The stubborn mad woman said angrily: "Watch me tear that insane lunatic into pieces!"

After leaving harsh words, Doctor Octopus threw the remaining bag of banknotes into the connection between the carriages and hurried towards the direction of the Green Goblin.

"?"

Peter stared blankly as the enemy who was fighting life and death suddenly stood on the same front as him, and he didn't react for a moment.

But time was tight and he couldn't let him waste time. After adjusting his mentality, he quickly went to the front of the train and looked at the conductor in the cab, wanting to ask him about the emergency braking device.

But as soon as he put his head in, he was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him, and turned around while resisting the feeling of vomiting.

The poor train conductor had already been blown to pieces by the Green Goblin's bomb. The minced meat was all over the cab, and no intact tissue could be found.

"Damn..."

The strong nausea caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead, soaking the spandex fiber mask, leaving an incongruous color contrast.

"do my best!"

He took a deep breath, tensed up his muscles, gritted his teeth and jumped off the railway track, trying to stop a train traveling at 75km/h with his calves.

Five seconds later, he gave up this unrealistic idea and jumped up in disgrace, holding his calf and grinning in pain.

There was still almost a kilometer away from the break. Peter took a short rest for a few seconds and stood up again.

This time, he chose a method with a higher success rate. He shot several spider threads with both hands towards the buildings on both sides, and built a speed-reducing net with himself as the center.

This method did have an effect. The speed of the train was instantly reduced. The passengers in the carriage surged forward like a tide due to inertia. A large area fell down. Countless people suffered injuries from this sudden deceleration. Injured.

But the spider thread only lasted a few seconds. As one spider thread was overwhelmed and broke, the other spider threads also quickly broke due to a chain reaction. The accumulated force was fed back to Peter in an instant, causing him to move forward uncontrollably. He fell down and almost fell directly onto the railroad tracks.

"You can do it, Spider-Man, come again!"

Peter once again shot twice as much spider silk as before, tightened it with all his strength, gritted his teeth and jumped off the train.

The sleepers under my feet exploded in all directions as if they had been chopped open with a guillotine, and my legs felt like they were being beaten crazily with a metal bat. I lost consciousness after the initial pain.

"squeak--!!!"

Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the train began to slow down again, and a large number of sparks burst out on the rails.

Peter's body shook violently, as if two evil spirits were grabbing his arms, desperately trying to tear him in half.

"Uh uh uh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"

He roared in pain, red blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, almost breaking his teeth.

The body has sunk into the cab, and under the pressure that exceeds the limit of endurance, the consciousness has long been blurred. She relies entirely on instinct to grasp the spider silk that has been soaked in blood donations.

There is also the will hidden under instinct, deep in the soul, as unshakable as a stone, called "Guardian".

The so-called heroes are probably like this.

The flow of scenery around him seemed to be gradually slowing down, but he no longer had the energy to care about it.

100 meters...

50 meters...

ten meters...

The train was gliding slowly. Except for the front cockpit, which was completely off the track, the rear carriages were all intact.

At least that's what it looks like from the outside.

"Ha ha--"

Peter gasped for breath, leaving hot blood in his nose, which penetrated into the mask and made him somewhat short of breath.

"Ahem...I...did it..."

He could no longer feel his body, and weakly let go of the broken spider threads, falling downwards.

"what--!!!"

There were screams.

In the hazy moment, he seemed to have fallen into someone's arms. It was not warm, even a little cold, and exuded an unpleasant smell of engine oil.

Peter forced his eyes open, but couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly due to the reflection of sunlight.

But he still knew the identity of the visitor.

"Thank you very much...Mr. Stark."

"Are you crazy?! If I had come a second later, you would have been smashed into a meat pie!"

Stark's anxious voice came through the helmet.

"Sir, what Mr. Spider-Man did was to protect the passengers on the entire train and minimize the damage. I think you should praise him for his actions..."

"Shut up, Jarvis!"

Jarvis's speech was interrupted by Tony angrily: "Check his injuries quickly!"

"Scanning—"

"After the scan, it was detected that the third, fourth, and fifth ribs on the right side were broken, the humerus of both arms was fractured, the radius and ulna were fractured, accompanied by open muscle strains, excessive blood loss, tibia fractures in the lower legs, and both feet Comminuted fracture of metatarsal bone..."

Jarvis listed Peter's injuries in a tongue twister. Tony's face became increasingly ugly and he said eagerly:

"That's enough, Jarvis, New York...who is the best surgeon in the Lighthouse?"

"Dr. Stephen Strange, undoubtedly the strongest surgeon, is navigating the best route for you." Jarvis replied without hesitation.

"Mr. Stark..."

Peter opened his mouth weakly to say something.

"Don't talk, save your strength, and hold on to the child. I will let the best doctors treat you. You will be fine!"

There were drops of sweat on Tony's forehead, and the past during the kidnapping came to mind, making him feel even more depressed.

The scene of Dr. Ethan dying in front of him was still vivid in his mind, and he didn't want to let his life disappear because of his incompetence.

"What the hell, why did you do this?"

Tony knew that he was in no position to blame Peter, and even the latter's behavior was not blameworthy, but he couldn't help but want to say something.

Almost instinctively, looking for some kind of answer.

He clearly didn't know what the answer was, but he clearly knew that the answer would answer all his questions.

An answer that would change his life.

"why……?"

Peter lost a lot of blood and couldn't keep up with his thoughts. After a moment of reaction, he said: "What reason do you need to save people...Ah, I know what you mean."

He chuckled, his voice so weak that it almost disappeared in the wind: "My uncle taught me that the greater the ability...the greater the responsibility."

"what?"

Tony felt a little baffled.

Did this kid lose too much blood and start talking nonsense?What is the relationship between ability and responsibility?

He had an inexplicable feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, as if there was something within reach, but there was such an invisible barrier that prevented him from knowing the real answer.

That is a solid barrier created by years of rational thinking.

"Mr. Stark...do me a favor..." Peter held on and said, "My identity cannot be exposed...if you want to take me to the hospital...can you help me change my clothes?"

"?"

Tony looked blankly at the little spider in his arms who looked like he was about to die.

Since when are you still thinking about this?

But this was Peter's only insistence. Although Tony didn't understand it, he still went in to get his own clothes when passing by Stark Tower, directly used a machine to dissolve Peter's red and blue uniform, and gave his clothes to He put it on and then carried the seriously injured Peter to the hospital.

……

"Damn it, I've been working for a long time in vain. I didn't get the money and I still worked in vain for that spider boy..."

Doctor Octopus sat in the dark alley, holding his injured shoulder and gasping in pain.

When Peter stopped the train, she fought to stop the Green Goblin from killing him. If it weren't for the fact that the Green Goblin had run out of pumpkin bombs and gun bullets, she might really have fallen into the hands of this madman.

Even so, she was still injured by the Green Goblin. If the playboy in the steel suit hadn't come to the rescue at the last moment, and the Green Goblin, who didn't want to fight one on two, decisively retreated, the outcome might have been hard to say.

"Who is this lunatic? The senior management who has access to the finished product should not be able to guess. Could it be him..."

A familiar face flashed through her mind, but it felt too ridiculous.

The pain in her left shoulder brought her back to consciousness, and with the assistance of the robotic arm, she stood up, pulled out a shabby coat from the second-hand clothing recycling bin, put it on, and limped away.

On the control center of the robotic arm covered by the coat, a soybean-sized photoelectric glowed slightly, like a bright eye.

……

There are five stars in the sky tonight. If I don’t update tomorrow, I’ll be traveling back in time.

Don't think about it, brothers.