Tony Stark’s visit had left a significant impact on Peter.
Not because he had met Iron Man.
Not because he had agreed to join the Avengers.
And not even because he was about to meet Captain America.
It was because Tony had unknowingly reminded him of something important.
The people around him mattered.
Aunt May mattered.
More than anyone.
Peter sat quietly on the edge of his bed after Tony’s departure.
His gaze drifted toward the living room where Aunt May was humming happily.
The sound made him smile.
For years she had worked tirelessly.
Long hours.
Modest pay.
Countless sacrifices.
Everything she did was for him.
Aunt May worked for a charitable assistance organization.
The work was meaningful, but the salary wasn’t impressive.
Their lives weren’t miserable.
But they certainly weren’t comfortable.
Every dollar mattered.
Every expense required planning.
There was a reason Peter built his computer from discarded parts salvaged from junkyards.
There was a reason he constantly repaired old equipment instead of buying new things.
Money simply wasn’t something they had in abundance.
In the past, Peter rarely thought about it.
Not because he didn’t care.
But because he was still a kid.
Kids naturally assume the adults around them will handle everything.
Now things were different.
Spider-Man Noir’s experiences had forced him to grow up.
Almost overnight.
And the first sign of growing up was simple.
You stopped thinking only about yourself.
“Peter!”
Aunt May’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“Are you listening to me?”
Peter immediately realized he wasn’t.
Aunt May narrowed her eyes.
For the next thirty minutes, Peter endured another lecture.
Travel safety.
Meeting strangers.
Professional etiquette.
Personal hygiene.
Respecting adults.
Being polite.
Not skipping meals.
Getting enough sleep.
Peter sat there obediently.
At least outwardly.
Inside, however, he was slowly dying.
He wondered whether Spider-Man Noir had suffered through similar lectures.
Probably.
Aunt Mays seemed universal across the multiverse.
Eventually, after dropping enough hints to make his intentions obvious, Peter finally escaped.
Aunt May left for work shortly afterward.
The apartment immediately became silent.
And Peter got to work.
His room transformed into a laboratory.
The first thing he retrieved was a collection of small metallic capsules hidden inside the ceiling.
Web Fluid Capsules.
His ammunition.
His lifeline.
His greatest invention.
Peter carefully placed them on his desk.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
He continued counting.
“Eight.”
Eight full capsules remained.
Enough for today’s mission.
Hopefully.
Peter slipped them into a specially designed compartment inside his backpack.
Then his attention shifted toward his pride and joy.
His web-shooters.
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Most people assumed Spider-Man’s powers were his greatest achievement.
They were wrong.
At least from Peter’s perspective.
His web-shooters represented something entirely different.
They represented his intelligence.
His creativity.
His determination.
After all, Peter wasn’t a real spider.
He couldn’t naturally produce webbing.
Everything he used had been created through effort.
Endless effort.
Biology.
Chemistry.
Materials science.
Mechanical engineering.
Peter had taught himself all of it.
And the result sat proudly on his desk.
Two compact devices capable of producing miracles.
The web fluid itself was astonishingly complex.
Its molecular structure resembled nothing naturally produced by humanity.
Under normal circumstances, storing enough webbing for extended operations would be impossible.
The volume alone would be absurd.
Fortunately, Peter had solved that problem.
Compression.
Miniaturization.
Density manipulation.
Concepts that sounded impossible.
Yet somehow worked.
The result was a fluid capable of expanding into hundreds of meters of webbing almost instantly.
Even Peter occasionally found himself impressed.
Of course, the web-shooters weren’t perfect.
Far from it.
Every mission revealed weaknesses.
Limitations.
Areas requiring improvement.
And after experiencing Spider-Man Noir’s abilities firsthand…
Those shortcomings became impossible to ignore.
Spider-Man Noir’s organic webbing possessed incredible flexibility.
He could alter its shape instinctively.
Web lines.
Web bullets.
Web whips.
Web restraints.
All created through sheer intention.
Peter couldn’t replicate that.
Not yet.
But he could imitate some of it.
Which was exactly what he intended to do today.
Peter rolled up his sleeves.
Tools immediately covered his desk.
Screwdrivers.
Circuit boards.
Micro-components.
Handmade schematics.
Half-finished prototypes.
The room quickly descended into organized chaos.
Hours passed.
Peter barely noticed.
Every adjustment led to another.
Every solution created a new problem.
But eventually…
Progress emerged.
His first improvement was relatively straightforward.
Web Shot Mode
Instead of releasing webbing gradually, this mode compressed and launched a concentrated projectile.
The projectile wouldn’t kill anyone.
The material simply wasn’t designed for lethal force.
But the impact would be devastating.
A normal person struck by a Web Shot would likely be knocked unconscious instantly.
Even enhanced opponents would feel it.
A reliable non-lethal weapon.
Exactly what Spider-Man needed.
The second improvement was more ambitious.
Web Net Mode
Previously, Peter’s webbing excelled at restraining individuals.
One target.
Simple.
Effective.
But inefficient against groups.
Web Net Mode solved that problem.
Instead of a single strand, the web-shooter would deploy a rapidly expanding web structure covering a wide area.
Multiple opponents could be captured simultaneously.
Perfect for crowd control.
Perfect for arrests.
Perfect for avoiding unnecessary violence.
Spider-Man Noir would probably approve.
Maybe.
Peter spent hours testing the modifications.
Again.
And again.
And again.
By the time he finished, sunlight had shifted dramatically across the room.
His hands were covered in grease.
His desk looked like a battlefield.
But the results were worth it.
The upgraded web-shooters functioned perfectly.
Peter couldn’t suppress a grin.
Success.
A soft vibration interrupted his celebration.
His phone lit up.
One new message.
Peter opened it immediately.
Happy Hogan: “Hey, kid.
Tony probably told you about me.
I’m downstairs.”
Peter stared at the screen.
His excitement instantly returned.
This was it.
The moment had arrived.
He equipped the newly upgraded web-shooters.
Checked every component twice.
Then a third time.
Web fluid capsules.
Present.
Mask.
Present.
Suit.
Present.
Backup supplies.
Present.
Satisfied, Peter slung his backpack over his shoulder.
Then he paused.
For just a moment.
His gaze drifted toward the Web of Destiny hidden within his consciousness.
The endless cosmic network remained silent.
Yet somehow…
It felt different.
As though it were watching.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
Peter took a deep breath.
Then headed downstairs.
Outside, a black vehicle waited at the curb.
Happy Hogan stood beside it with his arms folded.
The moment he spotted Peter, he nodded.
“Ready?”
Peter smiled.
“Ready.”
But despite his confidence, his heart beat slightly faster.
Because he knew exactly where this journey would lead.
Not to another Spider-Man.
Not this time.
Not to another universe.
This mission would bring him face-to-face with a living legend.
A man whose stories had inspired generations.
A soldier who had stood against impossible odds.
A hero who had become a symbol.
Captain America.
And for Peter Parker…
That meeting might prove just as important as his first encounter with the Web of Destiny itself.
Because sometimes the people you meet change your future just as much as the worlds you visit.
To Be Continued…
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