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

Peter (1610-B) once again led the group to the small cabin in the backyard.

"Okay, I have such a place too."

Peter, a beer-bellied newcomer, mumbled through a piece of toast, "A little hut for storing equipment."

"Yeah?"

Peter (1610-B) once again opened the technologically advanced wooden elevator door.

*Thud*—Peter's toast fell out of his mouth and onto the floor.

……

"This place can hold so much."

Standing in the elevator, beer-bellied Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes.

As the elevator descended, combat suits, motorcycles, off-road vehicles, airplanes... reappeared before the group.

Is it the same where you are?

Peter (1610-B) leaned his head close to the face of the beer-bellied Peter and raised his eyebrows smugly.

"Pretty much, but without a Jeep or airplane, a bit smaller, and with an extra mattress... These young people nowadays are really something."

"Ha! Admit it! You're just jealous!"

During their playful banter, Miguel walks toward the airplane and takes Peter's (1610-B) place in his task—starting the plane.

Peter asked curiously, "You can fly a plane?"

"I've never driven such an old-fashioned car before, but it's not a big problem."

With Miguel's input, the aircraft successfully started.

"The Hudson Valley is quite far from here, so I understand that you want to fly there."

Gwen pointed to the plane, which wasn't particularly large, "But are you sure you can fit all those people?"

Wayne, who was standing nearby, suggested, "How about I make it bigger?"

No, that's not what I meant.

Gwen tiptoed and whispered in Wayne's ear, "I mean... how about we don't fly? How about you carry me and we fly over?"

Wayne sighed softly, then bent down, picked up Gwen, and they floated up.

With a loud bang, Wayne, carrying Gwen, flew through the top of the spiderweb base as if he were not a physical entity, soaring into the sky.

Peter and the others, left standing there, stared blankly up at the screen and exclaimed in unison, "Traitors to the organization!"

……

Deep in a valley filled with red maple trees and covered with a layer of white snow, a huge and technologically advanced building stands.

The Spider plane did not land too close to Oakmax, as there was a risk of being discovered.

When Peter and his companions swung their spider webs to a suitable observation point nearby, they found that Wayne and Gwen had been waiting there for a long time, each holding a bagel.

"Wait, where did this thing come from?"

Peter, who had originally wanted to get an explanation from his good friend for not coming back to pick him up after dropping off Gwen, looked at the bagels in their hands with a strange expression.

"Wayne went in and got it."

Gwen held a bagel in her left hand and pointed her right thumb at Oakmax behind her.

Beer-bellied Peter looked at Wayne in surprise. "You can turn invisible?"

"I can indeed become invisible, but I do it faster than the speed of light."

"..."

Beer-bellied Peter suddenly felt like he was falling behind the times. Not only was his equipment outdated, but his imagination was also so lacking.

"Alright, the plan now is to infiltrate inside, find the chief scientist's computer, and copy all the data out."

Peter (1610-B) looked at the other Spider-Men, "Now, it's time for Spider-Man to make his move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Spider-Men scattered on their webs, seeking hidden spots to approach Oak Max.

Gwen gave Wayne a kiss before starting her actions, saying, "Wait for me to come back, Wayne~"

As Gwen's figure swayed away on her webs, Wayne heard a strange, repeated phrase in a middle-aged man's voice: "Wait for me to come back, Wayne." This man was disillusioned, had abandoned his girlfriend, and now only had his right hand.

Wayne turned around and rolled his eyes at the guy. "What are you still doing here?"

"You don't understand."

Beer-bellied Peter used a nearby tree trunk to warm up, getting his rusty body moving.

After finishing his warm-up exercises, he took off his thermal coat and tried to put on his battle suit, but when he tried to pull up his pants, his beer belly got stuck.

"Don't look at me like that, it'll be over soon!"

Peter, with his beer belly, strained to pull his stomach up and successfully managed to lift his pants, but as soon as he let out a sigh of relief, his beer belly reappeared.

"When you get old, everything becomes heartbreaking."

Wayne's unintentional remark pierced Peter's heart like a sword.

"Hey! Superboy!"

"Just you wait! I'll be the first Spider-Man to get the crucial data!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Peter the Beef Belly nimbly swung his web and began to move.

Wayne shrugged indifferently, then glanced at Oakmax. Although he didn't intend to help, it was impossible for him to stay put.

The moment I stepped out—the whole world seemed to freeze! The maple leaves in mid-air, the splashing water, even the birds hopping from the treetops—everything seemed to have been paused.

Humming a little tune he had composed that wasn't very catchy, Wayne flew and landed in front of Oak Max's gate, which wasn't far away.

Without even glancing at the motionless people and vehicles outside, he walked straight through the gate and went inside.

Strolling leisurely through Oak Max, Wayne came to a rest area where many scientists in white coats were gathered.

One of them slipped and was half-fallen, with the bagel above the plate hanging in mid-air and half of the coffee spilling out as well.

Wayne casually picked up the bagel and coffee that were hanging in mid-air and glanced at the group of scientists—he remembered that there seemed to be a villain among them who looked like a cow.

He glanced over and his superhuman conviction allowed him to see their past and future. He then confirmed that the cow called "Spot" wasn't there; perhaps it was over at the particle collider.

In an instant, time resumed its normal flow, and everything, both people and objects, began to move again. The unlucky guy who had fallen finally hurt his PG.

Wayne, having made himself invisible, sat in a comfortable swivel chair, ready to watch the Spider-Men's performance.

……

This is happening in a laboratory upstairs.

A researcher in a white lab coat pushed open the frosted glass door. "Doctor, is this what you wanted... Spider-Man?"

The researcher who walked in was completely bewildered as he looked at a bunch of Spider-Man figures of different styles staring at him with identical eyes.

Before he could even call for help, a fist flew over and knocked him down.

"Hurry up!"

Miguel casually tossed the unconscious, unfortunate researcher aside.

Peter (1610-B), sitting in front of the computer, exclaimed, "This computer requires a password! I'm still trying!"

Miguel couldn't help but cover his face. "Lyra, hack that computer!"

Lyra's phantom appeared. "Okay, Miguel... its firewall is a bit something, it might take some time."

Watching the screen flicker, Peter (1610-B) remarked on how convenient it was before chatting with the others, "This is Doctor Octopus's computer; the firewall is certainly not simple."