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

"Alright, then what we need to do is infiltrate Oakmax (Alchemy Corporation)."

"Then steal the data to control the particle collider and shut it down, or even completely disable it! Make it inoperable!"

Peter (1610-B) clenched his right fist and swung it sharply, as if he were ready to fight.

Miguel, standing nearby, summoned his smart assistant, "Lyra, search for the location of Oakmax."

"Miguel, my search results show its address is 1 Hudson Valley, New York."

"Hudson Valley?"

Miguel glanced at the others. "So, are you planning to go now?"

Everyone glanced out the window in unison... it was already late at night.

"Actually, I can fly you there."

Although I don't intend to take action to eliminate the enemy, I can still help with some minor, insignificant favors.

Wayne chimed in, "It won't even take a second, really."

"Oh no! Dude!"

Beer-bellied Peter hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to work the night shift, "We're not like you, we don't have super stamina."

Young Peter was puzzled. "But if we don't act quickly enough, we might all die!"

"Everyone will die because of this... They always say that."

Peter, with his beer belly, complained impatiently, "But there's still some time before 'everyone will die because of this,' and that's when it's our turn to shine."

Peter (1610-B) nodded in agreement with Miguel, while Peter and Gwen, who were new to the profession and had little experience, were not very familiar with the matter.

"In that case, you'll have to make do here tonight?"

Peter (1610-b) suggested, "There's a guest room upstairs, but..."

The others understood what he meant. If it were just a group of grown men, it wouldn't be so bad, but Gwen obviously couldn't squeeze in with them.

"It's alright, just leave the soft bed for the little girl."

Beer-bellied Peter lay comfortably on the sofa. "We guys can sleep in the living room tonight."

Miguel didn't care. Among the Spider-Men present, he had mutated the most thoroughly, so even if he didn't sleep for a night, it wouldn't have much of an effect.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

Gwen got up and pulled Wayne upstairs.

The group was taken aback by what they saw. Peter, with his beer belly, instinctively asked, "Wait, isn't he sleeping on the sofa with us?"

Peter rolled his eyes at him. "They're a couple, why are you getting involved?"

"..."

Beef-bellied Peter felt his nose was red. Everyone was sleeping peacefully on the sofa, but this incident made him feel very unbalanced.

Peter (1610-B) rubbed his nose and casually remarked, "Actually, I could have given you my room; I'll just stay at MJ's for the night."

"Shut up! You traitor!"

Beer-bellied Peter pointed to his feet. "You'd better stay right here. You're not going anywhere tonight except to sleep here!"

Although he also has MJ, the situation is a bit complicated now. MJ wanted children, but he avoided it, so even he can't explain the relationship between the two right now... and his MJ is not in this universe.

Peter (1610-B) shrugged indifferently. "Then I wish you sweet dreams on the sofa tonight."

Having said that, Peter (1610-B) returned to his room.

"Alright, now it's just the three of us left."

Beer-bellied Peter grabbed a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth. "How about a bachelor party?"

"In fact, Miguel still has me with him."

Lyra's virtual projection appeared, and, as if things weren't serious enough, she made a sarcastic remark.

"..."

Beer-bellied Peter chewed his cookie with obvious displeasure, then draped his arm over Peter's shoulder. "Alright, kid, now it's just you and me."

Peter didn't mind, and just casually asked about the past experiences of the beer-bellied Peter.

Peter, with his beer belly, didn't hide anything. The two chatted casually, laughing together when they talked about embarrassing things and hugging each other for warmth when they talked about serious matters.

As time passed, Peter, exhausted, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Beer-bellied Peter looked at the boy beside him with a complex expression, a series of emotions flashing through his eyes, before finally settling into a relieved and gentle smile. "Goodnight, kid."

……

A sliver of warm golden light at dawn swept across the tips of the red maple leaves and landed on the windowsill of Peter's (1610-B) second-floor house.

Wayne opened his eyes and saw Gwen sleeping soundly in his arms.

He had intended to gently place Gwen aside without waking her, but he abandoned the idea when he saw Gwen's soft, trembling eyelashes.

"Hmm~ Good morning~ Wayne."

Gwen sat up and stretched, showing herself off to Wayne without any hesitation.

Wayne casually waved his hand, and both his and Gwen's clothes flew over.

Although he could conjure up a set for himself, as the saying goes... life needs a sense of ritual.

Gwen glanced at the clothes, a sly glint in her eyes, then feigned sleepiness and yawned, clinging to Wayne and pouting, "I don't want to move, help me get dressed~"

"..."

Forget it, let's save the ritual for next time.

Wayne snapped his fingers, and their clothes automatically appeared on them.

"Cool~ No, wait, this is really boring."

Gwen gave Wayne a wry bite on the earlobe before getting up and gracefully flipping off the bed.

……

The two went downstairs to the living room together.

What comes into view is beer-bellied Peter sprawled out on the sofa, while Peter's upper body is slumped on the floor, but his legs are still on the sofa, with one foot next to beer-bellied Peter's head.

Looking at Peter's furrowed brow, it's either that he's having a nightmare or he hasn't washed his feet.

Unlike the two Peters who were still half asleep, Miguel was standing by the window, looking at the snowy scene outside. "Did it snow last night?"

"It seems so."

Aunt May walked into the living room. "Good morning, children. Come sit over there. Breakfast will be ready soon."

A dozen minutes later, Peter (1610-B) also appeared in the living room. Half an hour later, Peter also woke up. About two hours later... beer-bellied Peter was still snoring.

"Peter? Peter?"

The gentle and familiar voice echoed in his mind. Beer-bellied Peter frowned, and the image of Aunt May was reflected in his slowly opening eyes.

"Aunt Mei? Am I dreaming again?"

No, child.

Aunt Mei chuckled softly, "You should get up now, they're all waiting for you outside."

Looking in the direction Aunt May pointed, he saw Wayne and his group waving at him from outside the window.

Beer-bellied Peter stared blankly at the scene, while Lulu smiled helplessly behind him. "I'm going out, Aunt May!"

Hey! Your breakfast!

"Eat on the way!"