Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 1281 - 870 Starlight Splendor (15)_1

Chapter 1281 - 870 Starlight Splendor (15)_1

Peter returned to Stark Building once again. In the hallway, he called Coulson, but Coulson didn't pick up. He then phoned Steve, and from the other end of the line came Steve's voice, frail with sorrow and weariness:

"Peter, I know you don't want to believe it. Stark didn't want to tell you himself, out of fear it would hurt you. But I've just seen the body myself..."

Steve's voice started to tremble as he said, "Maybe you don't know, Nick lived long, but it was dependent on a certain antidote. It's different from my Super Soldier Serum. It cannot provide super strength or super-fast regeneration. Peter, Nick wasn't like us. He wasn't a Super Soldier, he was just an ordinary man."

"A sniper bullet pierced his chest, shattering his heart. I saw the huge hole in his chest and the fragments of his heart..." Steve's voice was filled with grief, causing Peter to believe his words.

He knew that Captain America wouldn't lie to him, he wouldn't deceive him on purpose. Moreover, Peter's Spider-sense had told him there was no threat when he dealt with Nick Fury in the past.

This proved that though Nick Fury might be the King of Special Agents, his physical capabilities did not surpass ordinary people by much. A single sniper bullet was enough to take his life.

At this moment, Shiller's voice appeared on the call. He said, "Peter, don't dwell on it. Return to the lab. In a few days, you'll be fine. We'll let you know when the funeral will be held."

"I knew they wouldn't let it rest! I warned Nick not to go alone back then, but he insisted. You took his side then, and look where it's gotten us!" Stark's voice echoed angrily in the background, lamenting,

"Steve Rogers, you've lost yet another comrade! Now, who are you going to blame? The world?"

"I've said this before, things are not as peachy as you think they are. You guys are just ignorantly blissful every day, while those people... those scheming lots... they're ready to take our lives at any moment!"

"Alright, Tony, this isn't Steve's fault." Shiller's voice chimed in. Because Shiller was closer to the microphone, Peter could hear him very clearly. He heard Shiller say, "We really underestimated their audacity in taking action against Nick..."

"And moreover, the amount of assassins who dare to strike at the Congress and still manage to escape unscathed are few. It must have been someone experienced, and the person who hired him..." Shiller drew in a deep breath and said, "Considering the friction between S.H.I.E.L.D and the military recently, no one would believe us if we said the military didn't do it."

"I will go and speak to them." Steve's voice intervened. He said, "I must go and speak to them!"

"That's your reaction to all this?" Stark's voice of contempt rang out again. He said, "Your old comrade dies right in front of you, and all you're going to do is go and 'talk' to them? Negotiate with these human traitors?? Is that what you really want?!"

"Enough, stop arguing, let's discuss a solution..."

The grip Peter had on his phone kept tightening. He didn't take in anything after that. With a "crack" sound, he crushed the phone into pieces.

As the crushed pieces fell to the floor, a mechanical arm moved beside Peter, picked up the fragments, and tossed them into the trash can. Peter turned around, Jarvis had a hand on his shoulder.

The eyes on the mechanical mask blinked once. Peter asked, his voice trembling, "Jarvis, why did they have to do this?"

Jarvis shook his head slightly. The sound of mechanical parts rubbing against each other seemed rather piercing. Peter closed his eyes and clenched his fist, feeling helpless in the dim hallway. He said,

"Every time I think things are heading in a good direction, there's an unexpected turn of events. I thought humanity was united, and we could strive together. Was my thinking too naive?"

The towering robot knelt down and peered at Peter with glowing eyes. As their glow shimmered, Peter slowly recalled a conversation when Nick had once tried to persuade him during a late-night meeting at the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"Peter, you need to know, we have to seize this opportunity, make the most of this golden era. This might be humanity's only chance to venture into the cosmos." Nick looked straight at Peter's eyes and continued, "We need more talent, there's no shame in that. It's humanity's dream, no matter which universe they come from, they must all feel the same..."

Nick's eyes shone with a different light. From his tone, Peter detected a sincerity borne of hope, unlike Nick's usual demeanor. "Our time is running out, so we need more people to work for this cause, isn't that right?" he said.

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Has he been nurturing illusions all along, ignoring the essence of human nature? Perhaps not, he has just been using the development of technology as a fact to evade certain things.

But now, the gunshot from the Congress was telling him, evasion is useless, meaningless fantasies should be given up, otherwise, no matter how sturdy the armor, or how strong the chest, it won't withstand a bullet aimed at the heart from the darkness.

Putting on the battlesuit and the mask, standing in front of the window, Spider Man halted, turned to look at Jarvis. Jarvis waved at him, as though bidding him farewell.

Spider Man leapt out and swung in the cold wind above New York. Standing on the roof of the Stark Building, he let out a soundless roar.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the moonlight no longer bright, at this moment, New York was under dark clouds.