Marvel Super Armor

[Why...you failed to protect her? 】

The man's pleading words were like the sharpest blade in the world, piercing deeply into Peter's chest.

The 16-year-old boy lowered his head silently, his eyes quietly turning red.

"……Ugh."

Ethan gave Steel a look and told it to turn off the TV, while he made a guest appearance as a psychiatrist:

"What, you were hit?"

"No...well, a little."

Peter subconsciously denied it, but when he saw Ethan's eyes as deep as the sea, he finally changed his mind and admitted:

"Actually, I know that I am not strong. I can deal with some small gangsters and robbers on weekdays, but if I really deal with some powerful criminals, I will not be useful at all. The previous lizard man, without you, I would not be able to do anything on my own. It definitely can’t be done.”

"And what happened next. If the big green guy in the back hadn't come to save me, I'm afraid you would have to bring flowers to the cemetery to visit me during the holidays."

Ethan did not interrupt, but listened silently to Peter's self-analysis.

Watch him take out his soul and stab it with one knife after another.

"Aunt Mei would always ask me where the scars on my body came from. Once or twice was okay, but after more times, she began to wonder if I was being bullied in school. Although this was indeed the case before, but at that time you were there And Harry."

"Although Lightning always looks for opportunities to cause trouble for me when you two are not around, he rarely does anything. Most of them are pranks to make fun of me. Once I was blocked in an alley by people from other schools and blackmailed. He rescued me when he passed by, and he fought with them for this, and he was seriously injured. As a result, both of our wallets were robbed, haha."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, and then he realized that there was such a strange reason why Peter and Lightning came to school with injuries at the same time last year.

What is this, my people can only be bullied by me?

"Later, I gained abilities, but in order to hide my identity, I still maintained my nerdy and transparent persona. Even if I knew the pranks of those guys in advance, I would deliberately fall for them, but it was different from before. This time, they can't It hurts me, both physically and mentally.”

"I thought I had really changed."

"Uncle Ben once told me that with great ability comes greater responsibility. I feel that my ability is enough for me to take on greater responsibilities."

"But in fact, I'm still the cowardly guy before. I don't dare to face the consequences of failure, and I can't bear the thought of someone dying in front of me."

"I...can't bear the death of others at all."

"I have always known that the so-called Spider-Man is just a role-playing by a middle-aged boy to satisfy his vanity. It is nothing more than a false dream."

"But even so... I still... want to use my own power to protect everyone... to protect this city..."

Peter choked up a little: "I don't want to live in such a hazy state like in the past. I want to use my own power to do something meaningful."

"Ethan, tell me, am I just a stupid kid who happened to be bitten by a spider?"

He looked at Ethan inquiringly, expecting to get an answer from his best friend.

Rather than seeking Ethan's opinion, it is more about putting the choice in his hands and letting him decide the meaning of the existence of the character "Spider-Man".

He should continue to live in the lies he spun and continue to be Spider-Man;

Or give up this hypocritical identity and become the ordinary Peter Parker again?

Whether the answer is what he wants or not, he will accept it.

Ethan looked at Peter steadily, with a very complicated look in his eyes:

"...It turns out that you gained the ability after being bitten by a spider. What's the point of this?"

"?"

Peter looked at Ethan blankly.

Brother, is your focus a bit strange?

I've been talking here for a long time, and you just remember this?

"Cough, just kidding."

Ethan cleared his throat, sat up straight, and looked at Peter seriously:

"This may be a bit strange for me to say. After all, you are my senior in being a superhero. However, I think you have fallen into a misunderstanding now - why should we bear responsibility for failing to protect others?"

"Of course it's because we..."

Peter wanted to refute, but Ethan, who had predicted that he would refute, interrupted first and stuffed the peeled banana into his mouth:

"Shut up first and listen to me."

"Um-"

Classmate Little Spider protested strongly, but Ethan completely ignored it and continued:

"Going back to the topic just now, if you think about it carefully, why do we have to take responsibility for failing to protect others? If I clearly have the ability to protect others, but stand by and watch, this is morally condemnable and understandable. "

"But if I take action to protect, it's just because I don't have enough ability to do the protection work perfectly, and as a result, the guilt of 'sitting aside' is imposed on my 'lack of ability', do you think this logic makes sense?"

"Take this train incident as an example. To put it bluntly, what if you were watching the fun? The incident itself has nothing to do with you. If you didn't take action, the people in this car would have survived. Three achievements are pretty good.”

"But now you have paid the price of serious injuries and saved hundreds of people. Most of these hundreds of people were originally going to die. But now that you have reached this level, those keyboard warriors are still asking you, 'Why didn't you? Save everyone'? What kind of bullshit is this, that good people have to be held at gunpoint?" Ethan spread his hands: "Unless the Green Goblin's blowing up the bridge has something to do with you."

"This...that what..."

Peter hesitated a little.

"...No, he really blew up for you."

Ethan didn't expect to be slapped in the face. Doesn't it stand to reason that such crazy villains are trying to overthrow the order of the city?For example, "This city needs more advanced crime" and so on. How could this guy do something like the trolley problem just for Peter?

"Technically speaking, if I could have stopped him, he wouldn't have blown up the bridge."

Peter sniffed to clear his nasal passages and said softly.

"Haha, that's true. If I could stop that meteorite, the dinosaurs wouldn't be extinct." Ethan sneered: "Even if you didn't stop him today, he would have caused other damage when he fought with Doctor Octopus."

"And if no one stops him, with the madness he showed today, sooner or later he will attack a vehicle like the urban light rail, which is easy and direct to destroy and can easily kill hundreds of people if there is an accident. Don't blame the cause and effect of the matter. Putting the cart before the horse.”

"But I still feel like something is wrong. If I can't take responsibility, will those lives be in vain?"

Peter struggled to recover from Ethan's rape of logic.

"Why do you think that the lunatic flying around in the sky should not be responsible for their deaths?"

Ethan was directly confused and even wondered whether he had memorized the wrong constitution.

"I'm not talking about that kind of responsibility, but the responsibility of 'carrying death and seeking justice for the deceased.'"

Peter's eyes were like the endless snowfield shimmering under the moonlight, full of tender sadness:

"Those politicians who are rich and can push the rules and the judges controlled by these people will not care about these dead people. They only care about how to obtain benefits from this matter or to put aside their responsibilities to protect themselves."

"And most of the family members of the deceased are unable to help them seek justice, and they don't know who to ask for it from. Most of them just receive an 'accidental pension' from the government, and this money will also be deducted from top to bottom. Exploited, not much ends up in the hands of the deceased’s family.”

"If I don't take these responsibilities, no one else will and their death will be meaningless."

"That's why I want to be a hero who can be trusted by the public and can seek justice for the dead on behalf of the powerless living."

"Because of this, I don't hate the person who questioned me on TV just now. If possible, I would like to have a chat with him in person. I will promise him that the Green Goblin will be punished by law. The Green Goblin will definitely be held responsible for the people who died at his hands."

Peter said firmly, rolled his eyes and looked at Ethan, who had been silent: "...Why don't you speak?"

"No, I just think..." Ethan raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You are such a gentle person."

The only shortcoming is that he still has unrealistic expectations for the legal system of the Lighthouse Country, he quietly added in his mind.

However, Peter is still growing, and sooner or later he will recognize the true face of the Lighthouse Country in the cold reality.

But Ethan sincerely hopes this day never comes.

"What are you talking about all of a sudden? It's disgusting." Peter narrowed his eyes in disgust.

"..."

Ethan stood up and raised his hand to hold Peter's head: "Seeing that you are okay, then I won't stay with you here anymore. Take my leave."

"Go, go, don't forget to tell Gwen that you are safe for me."

Peter's exposed fingers squeezed lightly.

"Tsk, I value sex over friends."

Ethan curled his lips, waved his hand to recall Steel, stopped when he walked to the door, and said softly:

"The night Uncle Ben had the accident, he once called me and asked if you had come to my house."

"I said, no, and then asked about the reason why you left home. Uncle Ben regretfully said that his tone was too strong and he should have been more gentle. After all, Peter is such a gentle child. He must have left home because of guilt. So don’t dare to face Aunt Mei.”

"Your gentleness is not cowardice, but your most valuable and powerful quality."

"You have always been his pride, Peter, and he will be proud of your deeds today."

Ethan smiled, put on his helmet, opened the door and left.

The moment he closed the door, he quickly asked Steel: "Did you record what Peter said just now?"

"Don't worry, with 4k-level clarity, you can zoom in and zoom out again, and every hair will be clearly visible."

Steel has a natural talent for causing harm.

"Nice, if I have the opportunity to show this video to Gwen in the future, I don't believe any girl can resist such a gentle boy."

Ethan felt like an old father who was looking forward to his daughter's marriage, hoping that Peter would understand his good intentions.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents standing guard in the corridor had been greeted by Coulson in advance, so he was not shot at randomly the moment he walked out the door, but the fiery eyes of the agents still made Ethan jump.

"Have you finished talking? Is he in a better mood?"

Coulson came up to him and asked with concern.

"Everything that needs to be said has been said. He needs some time alone now." Ethan shrugged: "Don't worry, his heart is much stronger than he looks on the outside, and he will come out on his own."

"That's good, hard work."

Colson was relieved. He had been a field team leader for a long time and was particularly sensitive and concerned about the psychological problems that occurred during the period of injury and recuperation.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few more words before waving goodbye.

Ethan walked directly towards the end of the corridor, stopped when passing by Gwen, looked down at her and said:

"The kid tells you not to worry, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Gwen raised her head suddenly and subconsciously wanted to ask, but she instantly realized that she couldn't mention Peter's name here, so she asked with pity:

"Is Spider-Man really okay?"

To outsiders, she was just a little fan who used her father's authority to sneak into the hospital and longed to see Spider-Man. She was not afraid of being caught when she said this.

"Really, he asked me to tell you, go home and rest quickly, don't exhaust yourself, otherwise how can you go on a date with him if your eyes are swollen like this." Ethan vowed.

This wingman is quite competent at his job.

"Liar, that coward wouldn't say such a thing."

Gwen chuckled lightly and looked at Ethan gratefully:

"Thank you. I can go home with peace of mind knowing that he is fine."

"Go back, go back, hurry up and ask your dad to arrange a police car to take you back."

Ethan, who had overfulfilled his task, waved his hand, turned around and walked into the stairwell.

"Hey, there's an elevator over there..."

Gwen chased after him to remind him, but there was no one in the corridor, and there was no trace of the super armor.

"The elusive one is indeed his friend..."

Gwen turned around and left, walking into the elevator happily with her hands behind her back.

What should I wear on a date...

The girl looked at herself reflected in the elevator wall and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

I really hope that day comes soon.

……

In the ward, Peter watched Ethan leave, his forced smile instantly collapsed, and his eyes stared blankly at the gray ceiling.

After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Turn on the TV."

The TV screen lights up slowly. The news has been broadcast for one round and is now starting from the beginning.

[... As of the time of publication, the death toll in this attack has reached 19, two of whom died of serious injuries after rescue. Among the remaining 17, the death of [-] children was caused by the inertia of the train during sudden braking. The squeeze...]

In the dark ward, only the bright light of the TV flickered, shining brightly and dimly on Peter's pale face.

He looked at the casualty figures on the screen blankly.

Looked for a long time.