I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 506 Daily Activities
"That wretched, damned spider, has it abandoned its responsibility as an Avenger? This despicable Spider-Man has once again appeared in our streets and alleys, carrying out his vigilante activities that make him feel morally superior!"

J. Jonah Jameson, as always, criticized Spider-Man in the Daily Bugle: "I see no benefit in his return to the streets other than giving himself a sense of moral superiority and being able to bully ordinary criminals who don't even need his help."

“Oh my god, Jonah Jameson,” Gwen said sarcastically as she looked at her phone on the bus. “How could Spider-Man be so mean?”

"Anyone with eyes can see that Spider-Man is like a crutch to Jonah," Peter said, sitting next to Gwen. "A disabled person needs a crutch to walk, and Jonah needs Spider-Man to talk."

Jonah's most absurd point is that many of his views actually have their own complete theoretical system, and he doesn't need to use Spider-Man at all, or at least use Spider-Man as an example. But he doesn't; he makes it seem as if his ridiculous system is completely adapted from Spider-Man, which makes it impossible for Peter to have any good feelings towards him.

Spider-Man is probably a crutch for the Daily Bugle, since its subscriptions have increased significantly since Jonah started criticizing him. After all, Spider-Man is undeniably popular.

If Peter hadn't joined the Avengers and could use their channels to sell his toys, Kingpin and Hydra would probably be selling Spider-Man toys to make money one day. Imagine a bunch of Hydra agents or gangsters getting beaten up by Spider-Man during the day, only to go home at night and still have to sew Spider-Man toys.

Just kidding, they'd all be sent to jail to work on sewing machines.

Wait, what if it's a private prison...?

"Why are you spacing out again?" Gwen waved her hand in front of Peter's face. "What are you thinking about?"

“I’m wondering if those private prisons that hold the ordinary criminals I’ve cracked down on are actually Kingpin’s properties,” Peter said quietly and seriously. “Then he made those prisoners work on sewing machines to make pirated Spider-Man toys to sell, making several million a year.”

Only in matters like this does Peter Parker's thinking defy any scientific logic.

"What can you do if that's really the case? Ask Kingpin to give you a share of the money? Or are you planning to sue a mob boss who's already in jail and make him serve a few more years?"

Peter thought about it seriously, and it seemed to make sense.

The two of them were on their way to the charity party. After returning to street life, Peter's condition had returned to normal, and the Captain and the others seemed to have finally remembered their original intention in inviting Spider-Man to join the Avengers: to allow Spider-Man to protect New York with the help of the Avengers' resources when the Avengers went out on missions.

The result is what it is now.

Fortunately, Peter adjusted well on his own, so the Avengers didn't need their group of mentally exhausted patients to help him cope. Tony Stark developed a fear of insufficient firepower and anxiety after the Battle of New York, Steve Rogers has always had anxiety, Hank Pym is constantly torn between the Avengers' violence and pacifism, and Banner is simply a patient with multiple personality disorder.

The only one who seems cheerful is Thor. His parents are alive and well, but he often has to work overtime in the Nine Realms, and he's confused by the anxieties of his Avengers colleagues. He doesn't know what they're anxious about.

We are protecting the people and saving the world, so why are you all looking so gloomy every day?

Peter now intends to return to his daily life, which will benefit him. "I believe Aunt May will be very happy, after all, she complains every day about the lack of staff at the Charity Banquet." As Peter spoke, the bus arrived near the Charity Banquet. Gwen was surprised to see that the white walls of the Charity Banquet had been covered with messy words painted on them, and then asked Peter curiously, "What's going on here?"

“You know Mr. Li’s idea. The Charity Banquet is a place prepared for the homeless and the unemployed who cannot support themselves. The Charity Banquet will help them find jobs, but many people, well, they find the jobs too tiring and don’t want to do them, so they think about coming back to stay at the Charity Banquet.”

As an immigrant from the University of Tokyo, Martin Lee was surprisingly "ruthless" in this regard, driving out the Americans who were just there to freeload.

“He’s kind of a superhero now, Mr. Negative and all,” Gwen said, somewhat surprised. “Isn’t he worried about his reputation or anything?”

"He said that we should help more people in need, and I think that makes a lot of sense. If you can support yourself, don't think about just loafing around and waiting to die—provided that the pay for the job is commensurate with your efforts. Let's thank President Matthew Ellis for defeating Mr. Obama in the party primary."

Gwen looked at Peter, completely bewildered, wondering what this had to do with President Ellis.

Does that mean you've seen another timeline in another universe, depicting the misfortunes that befell a certain black pharaoh after he came to power?

Peter remained silent. Matthew Ellis, as a US president, possessed two very rare qualities: first, he acknowledged America's past mistakes and then actively sought to correct them, provided he hadn't committed them himself. Some say this was using America's national reputation to boost his personal credibility; others say it was rebuilding national credibility—opinions vary widely.

Secondly, he genuinely, genuinely loves superheroes and vigilantes. Police funding across the federal government is being cut more and more drastically year after year. In the president's own words, "We have superheroes assisting in arresting criminals in almost every state and every major city across the country. What's the point of having police?"

It can be said that the birth of the Avengers and the arrival of the so-called age of heroes are inseparable from him, but as for the civil rights movement, he doesn't seem to care much about it.

The two got off at the bus stop near the charity banquet and went to the banquet's kitchen. The staff didn't stop them; they all knew the two children, especially Peter, who was a frequent visitor.

"Oh, Peter, and Gwen, you've arrived."

Aunt May was delighted that they had come, and then casually remarked, "Perfect timing, Felicia is making cookies, you two can go and help her out."

"Felicea?"

After Aunt May had walked a little further away, Gwen looked at Peter: "Felicia Hardy?"

"Yes."

Gwen glanced at Peter; she seemed to remember that Peter had never told her that the black cat was also at the charity party.

(End of this chapter)