[Rhodey pulled out his baton, gripping it firmly as he faced Steve Rogers. "Sorry, Cap! It's non-lethal, but it's still gonna hurt!"]
[Before he could make a move, Black Panther suddenly kicked Steve Rogers, forcing him back. Seizing the opportunity, Rhodey flew up and came crashing down on Steve, who quickly raised his vibranium shield to block the attack.]
[The impact between the baton and the shield sent a shockwave rippling through the air…]
[Meanwhile, Tony flew in front of Wanda and Barton, blocking their path.]
["Wanda, I think you broke Vision's heart."]
[Wanda scowled, glaring at Tony. "You locked me in that room!"]
[Hearing this, Tony immediately tensed and shot back, "Okay! First off—that's a huge exaggeration! Second—I was protecting you!"]
[Then he turned to Barton. "Hey, Clint!"]
[Barton, holding his bow with ease, gave a calm nod. "Hey, man."]
["So, retirement wasn't for you? Got bored of golf?" Tony quipped.]
[Barton shrugged. "Well, I played 18 holes, and every shot was a hole-in-one. Kind of takes the fun out of it."]
[Before Tony could reply, Barton suddenly loosed an arrow. His suit's AI reacted instantly, making him dodge as two repulsor blasts shot from his palms, destroying the projectile in mid-air.]
[Tony wasn't about to take chances. Knowing Barton's arrows had unpredictable modifications, he wasn't going to risk finding out what this one could do.]
["Huh. Guess there really is a first time for everything," Tony teased.]
[Barton simply cracked his neck. "Take another look."]
[The next second, a car slammed into Tony's side, sending him staggering. Before he could recover, Wanda used her powers to hurl several more vehicles at him.]
[Tony immediately started blasting them apart with repulsor shots while dodging, but there were too many. One of them struck him directly.]
[Tony crashed to the ground, groaning. A car landed right on his left arm, pinning him down. Another fell directly onto his helmet, momentarily dazing him.]
["Multiple contusions detected," FRIDAY's voice announced, pulling up diagnostics of Tony's left arm.]
[Tony groaned. "Yeah, no kidding—I felt that."]
["Oh! Sorry, Tony!" Barton's voice rang out over the comms.]
[Tony twisted his neck while hovering back into the air. "It's fine! You're still as accurate as ever! Just, uh—maybe don't aim that bow at me next time?"]
["Alright, alright. I'll buy you a drink when this is over."]
["Perfect."]
Steve Rogers kept his head low, still deep in thought about Bucky. The fact that his old friend was alive was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff nervously watched the broadcast. Neither of them understood why the Wanda on the screen didn't seem to harbor as much hatred toward Tony Stark as they did.
For so long, they had despised him. But here, Tony seemed to be genuinely trying to protect Wanda, while she saw it as imprisonment.
Given everything they had seen from Iron Man 1 and 2, they now had a more complete understanding of who Tony Stark was. And perhaps, just maybe, he wasn't entirely the monster they had believed.
[Meanwhile, Spider-Man was still engaged in battle with Sam and the Winter Soldier, shooting webs in pursuit of Sam through the terminal hall. Sam retaliated with gunfire, but Spider-Man easily dodged every shot.]
[Just as he landed on a metal pole, his Spider-Sense flared. "Oh! God!"]
[His instincts screamed at him. Without a second thought, he ducked just in time to avoid a piece of debris thrown by the Winter Soldier.]
[Bucky quickly took cover behind a pillar after throwing it. Spider-Man pointed accusingly. "Hey! Buddy! You threw this!"]
[With an effortless swing, he hurled the debris back, smashing it into the pillar Bucky was using for cover, narrowly missing him.]
[As Spider-Man turned to look in Bucky's direction, Sam used the opening to launch a surprise kick from behind. But before the hit could land, Spider-Man shot a web, yanked himself free, and flipped mid-air.]
[In one smooth motion, he fired another web, latching onto Sam's jetpack. Sam instantly lost control and spiraled downward, barely managing to shield his head as he crashed into a newsstand.]
[The stall collapsed under him, scattering newspapers and magazines everywhere. Before he could recover, Spider-Man webbed his hands to a nearby railing.]
[Hanging upside down from a pillar, Spider-Man observed Sam's wings and mused, "Are these made of carbon fiber?"]
["Did you just web me?" Sam asked, unamused.]
[Spider-Man ignored the question, still marveling at the tech. "If they are, that would totally explain the flexibility and weight distribution! That's so cool!"]
[Sam narrowed his eyes. "I don't know if you've ever been in a real fight before, kid—but we don't talk this much during battle."]
[Spider-Man immediately looked apologetic. "Right! Sorry! My bad!"]
[Without wasting another second, he shot a web toward Sam again. This time, Bucky rushed forward to block it.]
[But Spider-Man's strength caught him off guard. The impact knocked both Bucky and Sam off their feet, sending them crashing to the floor.]
[Before either could react, multiple strands of webbing wrapped around them, pinning Sam's arms and restraining Bucky's metal arm.]
["Look, guys," Spider-Man said, adjusting his web-shooters. "I'd love to keep fighting, but I've only got one mission today—and I really wanna impress Mr. Stark! So, sorry!"]
[Just as he was about to finish webbing them up, Sam's drone suddenly swooped in and grabbed Spider-Man's arm.]
["Wait—what?!"]
[In the next instant, the drone yanked him into the air. Spider-Man's body slammed into the railing, making him yelp before tumbling downward in a chaotic spiral.]
[As he crashed to the ground, Bucky groaned from his position on the floor. "Couldn't you have done that earlier?"]
[Sam exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling. "I hate you."]
"Oh my God, this is hilarious!" Gwen (second-gen) covered her mouth as she laughed. "He talks even more than you do!"
2nd Gen Spiderman pursed his lips, watching the broadcast in silence. The young Spider-Man had impressive skills—he had won a two-versus-one fight with relative ease.
But his chatterbox nature had cost him.
While he was also known for talking during fights, he at least kept moving. He never gave his opponents free openings the way the younger Spider-Man did. If he had just acted faster, there was no way Sam would've turned the tables.
1st gen Spider-Man chuckled softly, watching as the young Spidey was dragged away. He didn't even know what to say.
Meanwhile, little Peter Parker sat with his mouth hanging open. He had just defeated two superheroes in battle.
For a kid his age, this was beyond awesome.
Aunt May, unable to contain her excitement, pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead. "Oh, Peter! I'm so proud of you!"
In that moment, she wasn't just May Parker—she was the proud aunt of a superhero.
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