Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Tony Shit-Big?"

Upon hearing the name, Peter instantly perked up.

He's here! He's here!

He came with steaming hot offering points!

Although he was already plotting how to shave Tony bald, Peter's tone when responding to the black bastard remained indifferent:

"That arms dealer and playboy... I vaguely remember him."

"What's wrong? Is his kidney function overworked and he needs me to help him recover?"

The man on the other end of the phone choked on his own saliva, nearly choking to death.

However... what this kid said isn't wrong.

Given Tony Stark's dissolute lifestyle, one day in the future he might actually be begging this "arbitrator" for help.

It's a pity the other party isn't one of my own, otherwise I could have used this move to bring Tony under my wing...

Shaking off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Blackie began to recount in a low voice the general events of Tony Stark's kidnapping by a terrorist organization in Afghanistan.

He was truly out of options this time.

Tony disappeared in Afghanistan, a place where even the US military was powerless to reach.

Without clear intelligence, and unable to allow the US military to conduct a large-scale, carpet search, and with the captain unfamiliar with the area, the team lacked the necessary information.

Finding someone in the remote mountains of Afghanistan under such circumstances is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Therefore, Black Egg was genuinely worried that by the time they found Tony, he might have already turned into Gundam fragments...

Thinking of this, Black Lu Dan's voice grew even lower:

"Tony Stark is very important! He possesses the nation's most advanced weapons technology, and if he were to be coerced and used by terrorists, it would have a devastating impact on the entire global security landscape!"

The black braised egg was trying to evoke Peter's "compassion," attempting to get Peter to "give him a chance" for free through this method.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

"Same as always, one favor for each act of kindness. If you also need me to rescue someone... that's a different price."

Holy crap!

I was so angry I wanted to smash my phone.

But he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

"No problem, as long as you can bring Tony Stark back alive, S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to grant you one more request! If it's within our capabilities!"

Nick Fury has completely seen through Peter.

National righteousness, personal feelings, patriotism—these empty concepts have absolutely no effect on him.

Only the simplest and most brutal exchange of benefits can make this little monster work for them temporarily.

On the other side, Peter, having received a satisfactory answer, finally agreed to the black egg's request with a drawn-out tone:

"Hmm, that's more like it. I'll take the job!"

What Black Lu Dan never expected was that even if he hadn't asked Peter to come out of retirement, Peter would have gone to Afghanistan on his own after seeing the news.

Blackie knows he needs to win over Tony, so how could he not know?

He'd been eyeing that original Iron Man suit for a long time!

Although it was just an emergency suit that Tony made out of a pile of scrap metal in a cave, this suit of armor was the beginning of the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe!

Its precious commemorative value can at least be ranked as "purple" grade, meaning it can sit at the same table as the corpse of a radioactive spider!

In addition, the "Wheel of Fortune" did indeed arouse Peter's desire for the Iron Man suit.

The feeling of strong winds hitting your face during supersonic flight, making it impossible to even open your mouth, is hardly pleasant.

A suit of Iron Man with a constant temperature system is now a necessity for Peter.

"However... I have one more condition."

"This trip to Afghanistan will take anywhere from three to five days to ten days to half a month. I don't want Uncle Ben and Aunt May to worry, so you need to provide a suitable reason for your trip so that they don't have any suspicions."

"That's easy!"

Black braised egg breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just this?

……

The next morning, S.H.I.E.L.D. arranged for Peter to go to Saudi Arabia on a "publicly funded academic exchange trip" through Midtown High School.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Natasha, disguised as Teacher Tasha, also extended an invitation to Gwen.

Unsurprisingly, Gwen refused without even thinking about it.

Peter knew perfectly well that Gwen had turned down the opportunity to continue being a superhero, but he still feigned disappointment and asked:

"Gwen, don't you want to have a deeper conversation with me?"

The naive Gwen was completely oblivious to the ambiguity in Peter's words, and helplessly stammered like a man:

"No, that's not it..."

She pondered for a long time before coming up with a reasonably plausible explanation:

"But... Betty's dad is my dad's colleague. She was injured in the Green Goblin incident and has been asking me to tutor her these past few days... My dad has already agreed to it, and I don't want to put him in a difficult position."

Peter thought to himself, "You two aren't this 'fatherly and daughterly' when you're out there out sparring on the streets of New York every night," but on the surface, he still feigned reluctance and pouted, saying:

"Alright, you pass."

Gwen couldn't help but find Peter's expression amusing, and felt a sweet warmth in her heart because of his "excessive attention."

However, as Peter turned to leave, she looked at his retreating figure and unconsciously tilted her head.

Strange, hasn't Peter gotten quite muscular lately?

And that back view... it feels a bit familiar to someone.

……

Peter had no idea what Gwen was thinking.

He simply called Aunt May to let her know, and then he and Natasha went to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Wait... is S.H.I.E.L.D. really that poor?"

Peter had thought that this trip to Afghanistan would give him a chance to experience the Quinjet from the Marvel movies.

When he arrived, he discovered that S.H.I.E.L.D. had only provided him with a small military transport plane...

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that S.H.I.E.L.D. at this stage was far less powerful than he had imagined.

Neither the Quinjet nor the Helicarrier exists in S.H.I.E.L.D. right now; they can only become reality from blueprints once Tony solves the energy problem with the Arc Reactor.

No wonder Black Egg values ​​Tony so much. Without Tony's financial and technical support, S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably be suppressed by the military and other high-level organizations in the United States for life.

Disappointed, Peter didn't even bother boarding the transport plane—its flight speed was slower than his own flying skateboard!

He simply snapped his fingers, and soon the flying skateboard, enhanced by the Wheel of Fortune, came to a steady stop in front of Peter.

Seeing Peter jump straight onto the skateboard, Coulson's eye twitched involuntarily. He thought to himself that this kid probably didn't know how far Afghanistan was from America.

"Your Excellency, while your flying skateboard is very convenient, its internal energy reserves... are probably insufficient to support your flight to Afghanistan?"

Colson's reminder was well-intentioned.

But Peter merely glanced at him indifferently.

"Mind your own business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of black light shot into the sky.

Woohoo!

A terrifying sonic boom cloud exploded in the air!

The sheer force of the impact sent the stunned Coulson flying.

Watching Peter speed away on his flying skateboard at over Mach 1, Coulson touched his receding hairline, still shaken, and felt a pang of existential doubt.

A single-soldier flying machine...breaking the sound barrier?!

The world of mages is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like myself...