Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Finally, it's yours, Felicia."

Felicia put on her battle suit.

The overall silhouette of the blue and gold suit is more fitted than the previous two suits, with rounded and smooth lines, somewhat similar to the Black Panther's suit.

However, unlike other suits, the hem of the suit has countless thin chains, making it look like the tassels of a skirt.

But as long as you activate the overclocking mode like Peter did, these "tassels" will immediately extend out, forming long, thin metal tubes.

"This combat suit also reflects your fighting style, which is primarily focused on high-mobility, close-fitting combat in daily life."

"However, if the overclocking mode is activated, these metal pipes can be extended and driven into the ground, allowing for immediate access to groundwater for water flow control even when there is no water source nearby."

"Even if there is no groundwater, these tentacles can quickly absorb moisture from the surrounding environment—humidity in the air, surface water, and the like."

"The water flow is pressurized through a device in the wrist and can be ejected as a supersonic water jet, used to cut opponents or difficult-to-penetrate objects."

"Unfortunately, I haven't invented the special particles that Peter told me about that can enlarge or shrink molecular structures yet; it's not something I'm good at."

If we could develop this, it wouldn't be so complicated. We could simply compress several water towers and install them on your combat suit, so you wouldn't have to worry about running out of water in future battles.

"Cool~" Felicia couldn't help but give a satisfied answer, clearly very pleased with the suit.

……

After the suit fitting session was over, Peter told Gwen and Felicia to go back first, either to continue fighting crime in New York or to discuss going to college.

Peter, on the other hand, stayed with Tony.

After the two women left, Tony finally asked:

"Tell me, what's all this secrecy about?"

"Would you like to stretch your muscles?" Peter asked.

Upon hearing this, Tony's eyes immediately lit up.

He's been staying home for almost a month now and is getting really bored.

"Where to?"

"The Red House, have you heard of it?"

Tony's expression subtly shifted: "That Russian organization that specializes in training female assassins?"

At this point, Tony suddenly thought of something:

"Wait a minute, why did you suddenly think of taking action against the Red House? Oh right, I remember that Agent Natasha came from there, didn't she?"

The way that woman looked at you earlier wasn't exactly innocent.

At this point, Tony's smile became somewhat lewd, brimming with gossip.

Well, I knew Tony wasn't so easy to fool.

However, Peter hadn't intended to hide it from the other party anyway, so he simply and openly admitted it:

"That's right, she's now considered part of my family."

Tony: ...

Family, does anyone understand the helplessness of accidentally stumbling upon the truth when you were just trying to make a joke?

"Damn, I'm actually starting to envy you, you bastard!" Tony couldn't help but mutter with a hint of resentment.

Although he had a clear advantage in quantity, he was far inferior to Peter in terms of quality.

Gwen, Felicia, Natasha... aren't these girls all exceptional individuals?

And they're not just pretty faces with no brains.

Peter has all these high-quality girls to himself.

It's so painful, Ma Fei~

This is why Tony already had the idea of ​​turning over a new leaf; otherwise, he would have been provoked into something terrible by Peter!

After watching him calm down for a while, Peter nudged him with his elbow and asked:

"Are you going or not?"

Tony took a deep breath, then slapped his thighs and stood up.

"Yes! Of course I'll go!"

He cracked his neck.

"I'm practically moldy from being cooped up in the lab all this time, so this is a good opportunity to test the combat performance of the new suit."

……

Two hours later.

Peter, Tony, and Natasha were in a fighter jet that already resembled the Quinjet, flying at full speed toward Europe.

Because the Wheel of Fortune was in charge of controlling the flight, all three of them could rest in the cockpit of the fighter jet.

Natasha had initially considered keeping a slight distance from Peter, given Tony's presence.

But Peter simply pulled her onto his lap, leaving Tony speechless and even a little regretful that he hadn't volunteered to fly the plane.

"Where did you get the intelligence?" Peter asked, idly playing with Natasha's fingers as he whispered in her ear.

"Melanie." Natasha's expression seemed calm, but her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"Who?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"My fake mother".

This answer almost made him spit out the coffee he had just drunk:

"You have a fake mother?"

"It required infiltration," Natasha said calmly. "During the three years I was undercover in Ohio, she played the role of my mother."

"I was initially resentful that she ignored me after the mission was over, but when I contacted her yesterday, she took a huge risk and chose to send me the location of the base."

She also apologized to me, explaining that she had no choice in her actions over the years.

Natasha's words were clearly directed at Peter.

Peter then chimed in:

"Natasha, although you are not actually mother and daughter, you know that your parents did not raise you, and may even be..."

"So, you could try to reconnect with these family members; they can be a source of comfort in your life, can't they?"

Upon hearing Peter's suggestion, Natasha subconsciously looked up at him, feeling a touch of sweetness in her heart.

This was the first time she had experienced this feeling, except for the three years she spent in Ohio.

Seeing the two of them start being all lovey-dovey again after a disagreement, Tony couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I can't take it anymore. If you're not going to get down to business, I'm going back to rest!"

Peter glanced at the guy with some displeasure, but considering that the other had just helped him build his battle suit, he ultimately gave him face and gestured for Natasha to get back to the main topic.

According to Melanie, the headquarters of the Red House had been moving around, but in the last six months they suddenly settled down and built an underground facility on the border between Belarus and Poland.

"How deep?" Peter asked.

"Six underground floors, each equipped with an independent explosion-proof system."

"Number of people?"

"There are about two hundred resident agents, not including trainees."

Tony whistled: "Two hundred Black Widow-level assassins? That's a scary lineup."

"Not everyone is Black Widow-level," Natasha corrected, "but the top fifty are certainly not weak."

"Also..." She paused, her expression turning grim, "Melanie said that Drekoff recently got his hands on a batch of new weapons."

"What new weapon?"

"Iron Man Suit!"