In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

As beer-bellied Peter finished speaking, the atmosphere around them fell silent.

Peter and Peter (1610-B) looked at each other in astonishment. Those were words they held as their life motto! And they were left to them by Uncle Ben!

What exactly happened to this "Peter"? It's definitely not a midlife crisis! People don't believe they'll be defeated by this until they're middle-aged!

Without saying a word, Miguel opened a spiderweb-like portal.

"The universe you live in is right across from you."

Lyra's virtual projection appeared, looking at the beer-bellied Peter.

Beer-bellied Peter didn't say anything, but glanced at the others before turning his gaze away and walking towards the portal.

The moment Peter Parker stepped into the portal, his beer belly stopped in his tracks, turning back to the other Spider-Men with a hint of annoyance. "Do you all have to look at me like that?"

"..."

"Alright! Alright! You win!"

Beer-bellied Peter withdrew his right foot from the portal. "So where do we go now?"

"Dude! I knew you'd come to your senses!"

Peter (1610-B) strode up to the beer-bellied Peter and put his arm around the other’s neck.

The younger Peter stood not far from the beer-bellied Peter, saying, "Uncle Ben will be proud of you."

Hearing this, beer-bellied Peter looked deflated and gave a self-deprecating smirk, "How did you know...?"

Peter simply went up and gave the beer-bellied Peter a big hug, saying, "I just knew it."

"...Oh, this feels really strange."

Looking at his younger self in his arms, beer-bellied Peter instinctively accepted the hug, muttering to himself, "But it seems... not bad?"

……

Back at 20 Ingram Street, Peter's home.

"Peter, Peter, and...Peter?"

Aunt Mei brought a plate of pastries into the living room, her smile impossible to hide. "Wow, living this long really does mean you'll encounter all sorts of strange things... Sorry, I hope you won't think this old woman is too talkative."

"Alright, kids, eat more. We can talk about it if you're still hungry."

Aunt May bent down and rubbed Peter's face. "Especially you, Peter, you need to eat more at this age when you're growing."

"And you, Peter, you look tired."

Aunt May reached out and stroked Peter's beer-bellied cheek with a touch of sympathy. "Take a good rest, promise me."

Beef-bellied Peter stared blankly at Aunt May's figure, seemingly lost in thought, before slowly replying, "I promise you, Aunt May."

Aunt May's gentle gaze clearly reflected the three Peters. Thinking back to when she called out "Peter" to them earlier and received three responses, she couldn't help but smile. "Oh ho ho, I can hardly tell the three of you apart anymore."

"Alright, you two can chat anytime. Call me if you need anything."

After saying that, Aunt Mei turned and left the living room, seemingly heading upstairs, since it was getting late and older people usually go to bed early.

"Thanks, Aunt Mei."

Peter (1610-B) waved to Aunt May.

"Your Aunt May is right."

Wayne looked at the three Peters across from him—one small, one big, and one old—and said, "We can't call all three of you the same thing."

Gwen quickly chewed the cookie she had stuffed into her mouth and swallowed it, then raised her hand eagerly in agreement, "Maybe we should think of a code name?"

Surprisingly, Miguel, who seemed the most reserved, was the first to voice his opinion: "Little Peter, Medium Peter, Big Peter?"

Upon hearing this, the three Peters showed identical expressions of disgust.

"Oh my god, buddy, you might have to name your kids... sorry."

"fine."

Seeing Miguel lost in his trance, Peter (1610-B), who had spoken these words, hurriedly cast a pleading look at the other two Peters sitting beside him—Please! Another me!

That's great, Peter, you've messed up again.

No! Peter, you have to help me!

Peter, how would you like us to help you?

Anything is fine! Please! Peter and Peter!

"Uh... Wayne? What are your thoughts?"

Peter regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth; his good friend's naming skills weren't great either.

"Let me think... what do you think of Peter the student, blond Peter, and... beer-bellied Peter?"

"Then let's go back to the old one."

Peter, with his beer belly, had a slumped face; he was just a little overweight.

Laughter filled the living room, and even Miguel couldn't hold back.

"Alright, enough of this small talk."

Peter (1610-B) forced himself to return to a serious demeanor, giving the beer-bellied Peter some face, "Now we should get down to business."

"We now know that Kingpin's particle collision experiment has been successful, so if I want to stop him, I have to solve the problem of the particle collider."

"Then what should we do? Take it apart?"

Peter's words made both Peter (1610-B) and Beef-Belly Peter roll their eyes. "You're still too young, kid. Who knows what the consequences will be if you forcibly destroy this kind of thing?"

After saying that, Peter (1610-B) looked at Wayne again, "Hey, our Superman boy, if you were in this situation, what decision would your super brain make?"

"Squeeze it."

"..."

Okay, looks like we shouldn't be asking a guy whose internal energy exceeds thirteen Big Bangs... You're awesome, you decide.

Peter (1610) covered his face in exasperation.

"Wait! A super brain?"

Beer-bellied Peter raised his hand with a puzzled look. "So... you really are Superman? And not some kind of... Spider-Man dressed up as Superman?"

"If you think I look like I've been bitten by some kind of radiated sun."

"Isn't the sun all radiation...? Well, I've had enough weird stuff today."

Beer-bellied Peter slumped on the sofa. "So I should have just gone home. What was I doing staying here? Waiting to eat popcorn and watch Superman save the world?"

"No, this is Spider-Man's job."

Wayne shook his head, indicating that he would not intervene.

He could certainly solve these problems, but he believed Peter and the others could too; they just needed opportunities to grow.

However, if things become so bad that Peter and his team are powerless to reverse the situation, he will still step in to cover for them.

Just like in his own universe, Wayne will step up when big things happen, but he won't solve all the small problems—he believes others are capable of handling them.

Peter (1610-B) and Miguel were not too surprised by Wayne's words, since they knew that if Wayne really intended to make a move, he wouldn't have waited until now.

And they didn't intend to rely entirely on Superman.

As for Gwen and Peter, needless to say, one is his girlfriend and the other is his brother, so they know Wayne very well.

Faced with the world he cherishes, Wayne is never overprotective. He watches them suffer setbacks and even falls down... but he also hopes that someone can stand with him in the sunlight.