The discussion continued inside Peter’s room.
Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating the cluttered workspace that had been transformed into a miniature laboratory.
Tony Stark sat comfortably in Peter’s chair, while Peter leaned against his desk.
Between them lay a conversation that would shape the future.
“The Sokovia Accords are actually pretty simple.”
Tony crossed his arms.
“The media likes making everything sound complicated, but the core idea isn’t difficult.”
Peter listened attentively.
Tony continued.
“The Avengers are no longer allowed to operate as an independent organization.”
“They’ll be monitored by a United Nations oversight committee.”
“Large-scale operations require authorization.”
“And decisions involving international incidents must go through proper channels.”
Peter nodded slowly.
That was essentially what he had already gathered from news reports.
Still, hearing it directly from Tony Stark carried more weight.
“What if I disagree?”
Tony raised an eyebrow.
Peter continued.
“What if the committee wants me to do something, but I don’t think it’s right?”
“What happens then?”
The question immediately caught Tony’s attention.
Most teenagers would ask about powers.
Fame.
The Avengers.
Iron Man armor.
Not political authority.
Not personal autonomy.
Tony studied him for a moment.
Then shrugged.
“Nothing.”
Peter blinked.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
Tony repeated.
“The committee supervises us.”
“They don’t own us.”
“If you don’t want to participate in a mission, nobody can force you.”
Peter’s expression relaxed slightly.
That answer mattered.
A lot.
Because the thing he feared most wasn’t regulation.
It was becoming a tool.
A weapon controlled by people he’d never met.
A pawn moved across a board by politicians.
Spider-Man Noir’s memories had left a deep impression.
Corrupt officials.
Corrupt police.
Corrupt businessmen.
History proved that power could be abused.
Even by people claiming to serve justice.
“If that’s the case…”
Peter nodded.
“I’ll sign.”
Tony blinked.
That was easier than expected.
To Peter, the decision wasn’t difficult.
Yes.
Signing the Accords meant sacrificing some privacy.
His information would be recorded.
His activities monitored.
His existence documented.
But realistically?
That had already happened.
Tony Stark already knew who he was.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
probably knew.
Several intelligence agencies likely knew.
The illusion of anonymity had already disappeared.
Compared to that…
Freedom of choice mattered far more.
If he retained the ability to refuse missions he considered wrong…
Then the agreement became acceptable.
After all, ordinary citizens followed laws.
Why shouldn’t people with extraordinary powers?
Power without accountability was dangerous.
Peter understood that.
More importantly…
He thought of Aunt May.
If enhanced individuals were held accountable for their actions…
If fewer people abused their abilities…
Then maybe innocent people would suffer less.
Maybe families like his would be safer.
Of course, Peter wasn’t naive.
He knew criminals would still exist.
Corrupt people would always exist.
Ambitious people would always exist.
No agreement could change human nature.
But it could help.
And helping was enough.
Tony smiled.
“Good.”
He pointed at Peter.
“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you.”
Peter laughed.
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.”
“It is.”
“It sounds suspicious.”
Tony chuckled.
“Fair.”
After the topic of the Accords was settled, Peter finally asked the question that had been bothering him since the beginning.
“So.”
Tony leaned back.
“So?”
“What exactly do you need my help with?”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Tony’s expression became serious.
Very serious.
The joking disappeared.
The casual friendliness vanished.
For the first time since arriving, Iron Man emerged.
The man responsible for protecting the world.
The man carrying impossible burdens.
Tony took a deep breath.
Then put away his phone.
“I need help bringing back an old friend.”
Peter already knew the answer.
“Captain America?”
Tony nodded.
“Captain America.”
A brief silence followed.
Peter wasn’t surprised.
Tony noticed immediately.
Most people reacted strongly when Captain America was mentioned.
Especially given current events.
Peter simply accepted it.
Almost as though he had expected it from the beginning.
Tony narrowed his eyes slightly.
This kid was scary sometimes.
“When do we leave?”
Tony stared.
“…That’s it?”
Peter looked confused.
“What?”
“You’re not surprised?”
Peter shrugged.
“Should I be?”
Tony suddenly felt old.
Very old.
The billionaire looked around Peter’s room.
He wasn’t just observing.
He was analyzing.
Trying to understand the teenager sitting across from him.
Trying to determine what made him different.
Unfortunately, Peter wasn’t making it easy.
“So.”
Tony pointed toward a pile of salvaged electronics.
“Did you build all this?”
Peter nodded.
“Mostly.”
“From junkyard parts?”
“Mostly.”
Tony laughed.
“You know, when I was young, I did something similar.”
Peter looked skeptical.
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Tony grinned.
“When I was twelve, I tried building a laser cannon.”
Peter raised an eyebrow.
“And?”
Tony pointed at his hair.
“It exploded.”
Peter immediately imagined a younger Tony covered in soot.
The image was too ridiculous.
He burst out laughing.
For several moments, both of them simply laughed.
The tension disappeared.
The distance between genius billionaire and teenage superhero shrank considerably.
Eventually Tony returned to the main topic.
“Let me explain the situation.”
Peter nodded.
Tony organized his thoughts.
Then began.
Someone had orchestrated the Vienna bombing.
Someone wanted Bucky Barnes.
Someone wanted chaos.
The explosion had triggered a global manhunt.
Bucky was captured.
Then mysteriously escaped.
Captain America chose to help him.
Sam Wilson chose to help him.
And now all three were fugitives.
Officially.
Unofficially.
The situation was far more complicated.
“The government wants special forces involved.”
Tony’s voice darkened.
“Permanent solutions.”
Peter understood immediately.
Elimination.
Not arrest.
Not negotiation.
Execution.
Tony continued.
“I convinced them to wait.”
Peter noticed the exhaustion hidden behind Tony’s words.
This wasn’t about politics.
This wasn’t about ideology.
This was personal.
Tony genuinely didn’t want Steve Rogers killed.
Regardless of disagreements.
Regardless of conflicts.
Captain America was still his friend.
“We have thirty-six hours.”
Tony folded his arms.
“After that, things get ugly.”
Peter nodded slowly.
The situation suddenly felt much more real.
“Alright.”
Tony stood.
“Since you’re in, let’s go.”
Peter blinked.
“That’s it?”
Tony grinned.
“What were you expecting?”
Peter laughed.
Fair enough.
Then he jumped upward.
Tony looked up in confusion.
A hidden compartment opened in the ceiling.
Something fell.
Peter caught it.
Tony stared.
Then stared harder.
Then pinched the bridge of his nose.
The homemade Spider-Man suit.
Again.
Peter awkwardly held it up.
For the first time, he found himself comparing it to Spider-Man Noir’s outfit.
The trench coat.
The fedora.
The dark aesthetic.
The sheer coolness.
Compared to that…
His current suit suddenly seemed embarrassing.
Tony noticed the hesitation.
And immediately misunderstood it.
“You know…”
He smiled.
Peter looked over.
“I wasn’t joking about the program.”
“What program?”
Tony pointed at the suit.
“The Stark Initiative Program.”
Peter blinked.
Tony continued.
“Technology support.”
“Funding.”
“Training.”
“Equipment.”
“And hopefully…”
He pointed again.
“A serious replacement for that thing.”
Peter’s eyes widened.
“There are benefits like that?”
Tony laughed.
“Of course.”
Peter immediately became suspicious.
“What are the conditions?”
“There it is.”
Tony pointed dramatically.
“The correct question.”
Tony leaned back.
“Nothing is free.”
Peter nodded.
That sounded more realistic.
“In exchange…”
Tony raised a finger.
“You become a reserve Avenger.”
Peter froze.
Tony waited.
Then—
“That’s it?”
Tony nearly fell off the chair.
“That’s it?”
Peter shrugged.
“I thought you were going to ask for my soul.”
Tony laughed so hard he almost couldn’t breathe.
Eventually he recovered.
“You join the Avengers.”
“You help people.”
“You stop bad guys.”
“You save the world occasionally.”
Peter thought for a moment.
Then pointed at Tony.
“Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?”
Tony grinned.
“I know.”
“It sounds like something from a comic book.”
“Exactly.”
Peter shook his head.
Tony shrugged.
“Look, I’m a businessman.”
He became surprisingly serious.
“I don’t recruit people using ideals.”
“I recruit people using reality.”
Peter listened carefully.
“If someone sacrifices everything for an abstract ideal…”
Tony sighed.
“I usually think they’re being stupid.”
The statement surprised Peter.
Tony continued.
“Steve.”
“Natasha.”
“Bruce.”
“They all have reasons for what they do.”
“Personal reasons.”
“Human reasons.”
“Nobody can live entirely for an ideal.”
Peter silently considered those words.
For once…
He couldn’t disagree.
Because after experiencing Spider-Man Noir’s life…
He understood exactly what Tony meant.
People fought for what mattered to them.
Family.
Friends.
Responsibility.
Not slogans.
Not politics.
Not speeches.
Tony stood.
“So.”
He extended his hand.
“Ready to save Captain America?”
Peter stared at the offered hand.
Then smiled.
And shook it.
The moment their hands met, neither of them realized something important.
This wasn’t merely the beginning of Peter Parker’s journey as an Avenger.
It was the first step toward something far bigger.
Far stranger.
And far more dangerous.
Because hidden deep within Peter’s mind…
The Web of Destiny suddenly pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
As though responding to his decision.
As though another world had awakened.
And somewhere beyond countless realities…
A new Spider-Man was waiting.
To Be Continued…
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