Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Peter Parker clenched his fists, his heart full of confusion and doubt. He stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, and the tall man in front of him exuded a powerful aura, like an unshakable mountain. Nathan Hawke put his hands in his pockets, standing relaxed and confident, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Come on, Peter, attack me." Nathan Hawke's voice was calm and firm, as if he was ordering something very ordinary.

Peter Parker frowned, his heart filled with hesitation and uneasiness. He didn't understand why this mysterious man knew his name, and he didn't understand why he wanted to attack him. But he knew very well that his identity had been exposed and he couldn't retreat anymore.

"Where were you just helping a lady beat up a gangster?" Nathan Hawke teased lightly with a teasing smile on his face.

Peter Parker's face changed slightly, and his heart was filled with shock and confusion. But he knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he took a deep breath, bent his legs slightly, and took a fighting stance. His eyes became firm, and he decided to go all out.

"Okay, if you want me to attack, then I will." Peter whispered, with a hint of determination in his tone.

He quickly punched Nathan Hawke in the chest. The punch was powerful and fast, as if it was going to knock him down. However, Nathan Hawke slightly turned his body to the side, swaying slightly, and easily dodged Peter's attack.

Peter was unwilling to give up and punched again, this time aiming at Nathan's abdomen. His movements were swift and agile, but Nathan Hawke still just shook his body easily, moved his feet slightly, and easily avoided Peter's attack.

"You need to be faster, Peter," Nathan Hawke said with a smile, a playful gleam in his eyes.

Peter gritted his teeth, quickly adjusted his posture, and launched another attack. His fists and legs attacked Nathan like a storm, but Nathan always remained relaxed and was able to accurately dodge Peter's attacks every time.

Nathan Hawke's figure moved quickly on the rooftop, his steps light and fast, as if he was performing an elegant dance. His body sometimes leaned forward, sometimes retreated, and each movement was full of smooth rhythm. Every attack by Peter missed, as if hitting the air.

"Faster, harder." Nathan Hawke's voice echoed in Peter's ears, with a hint of encouragement and teasing.

Peter felt powerless and frustrated. His attack seemed to have no effect on Nathan. But he was unwilling to give up and decided to use all his strength. He jumped up suddenly, spun his legs in the air, and kicked Nathan's head. But Nathan just smiled slightly and turned his body slightly. Peter's attack missed again.

The moment Peter landed, Nathan Hawke suddenly appeared in front of him, still with that relaxed smile on his face: "You still need more practice, Peter."

Peter stood there panting, his fists still clenched, his heart full of confusion and anger: "Who are you? Why do you want me to attack you?"

Nathan Hawke's smile gradually faded, and his eyes became deep and serious: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you need to become stronger. This battle is just the beginning, and there will be more challenges waiting for you in the future."

Peter Parker's heart was full of doubts, but he knew that this mysterious man was not an enemy. Perhaps this was the challenge he needed, a challenge that would make him stronger.

......

Nathan Hawke and Peter Parker walked on the busy streets of New York, surrounded by a constant flow of people and traffic. Peter looked down at his phone screen, which was playing news about the Superhero Registration Act. The media reports on the street were overwhelming, and all the news headlines were discussing this hot topic.

"The United Nations passed the Sokovia Accords, and various countries expressed their support." "Major US officials Matthew Stone and James Holman revealed that Tony Stark will lead the promotion of the Superhero Registration Act."

Peter frowned, his eyes full of confusion and uneasiness. He said to himself, "Tony Stark? Why is it him? He should be on the side of superheroes, why would he support such a bill?"

Nathan Hawke walked aside, watching Peter quietly, with no expression on his face. He noticed the change in Peter's expression and frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Peter, what do you think of the Sokovia incident?" Nathan asked suddenly calmly, his voice low and powerful.

Peter subconsciously wanted to answer, but he hesitated when the words came to his lips. He looked up at Nathan Hawke, his heart was blank.

"I...I think...superheroes are supposed to protect people, but...but sometimes things get out of control," Peter said, with a hint of uncertainty and hesitation in his voice.

Nathan Hawke's eyes remained calm as he stared at Peter, waiting for him to continue.

Peter curled his lips and continued, "What happened in Sokovia... I also saw the news, it was really terrible. Many people were injured and even lost their lives... But superheroes also want to protect everyone, and their freedom should not be restricted."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized that he was just an ordinary high school student. Facing such a complex international issue, he felt more and more guilty. Peter lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Nathan's eyes, and his voice became weak: "I... I'm just a student, I may not understand these things very well."

Nathan Hawke smiled slightly, with a hint of encouragement in his eyes: "You said it very well, Peter. The key is that you are thinking and willing to understand. This is a complicated issue and there is no simple answer. But you have to remember that being a hero is not just about having power, but also about responsibility and wisdom. Of course, you can also not care so much. Just do whatever you want based on your own ideas."

Peter Parker was a little reserved, but asked, "Whatever you want to do?"

Nathan Hawke smiled slightly, with wisdom glittering in his eyes. He said slowly, "Of course, Peter. Sometimes, people always say that with great power comes great responsibility. But have you ever thought that power is actually a part of you and a choice in your life. You can choose how to use it without being bound by responsibility."

Peter frowned slightly, obviously confused by what Nathan Hawke said.

Nathan Hawke continued: "Imagine, Peter. There are countless paths in the world, each leading to a different future. Your ability is a tool, not a shackle. You can choose to take a freer path without being overwhelmed by responsibility. You can choose to use your abilities to pursue what your heart really desires, not just to save or protect others."

He paused, his eyes becoming more profound: "Life is a journey, and everyone has his own way to go. You don't have to live according to other people's expectations, or even act according to so-called justice. Every decision you make should come from your true inner thoughts, not from external pressure."

There was a thoughtful look in Peter's eyes. He felt the philosophy contained in Nathan Hawke's words, but felt that it was somewhat in conflict with the ideas he had been taught since childhood.

Nathan Hawke patted Peter's shoulder gently and said in a gentle tone: "Peter, you must remember that no matter which path you choose, you must make yourself feel truly satisfied and happy. Ability is not your shackles, but your freedom."

Peter stood there quietly, and seemed to feel an unprecedented sense of ease and freedom in his heart. He began to understand that perhaps Nathan was right, that ability was indeed a choice, not the shackles of responsibility. He raised his head with a firm gaze, as if he had found a new direction in his heart.

"Thank you, Brother Nathan." Peter's voice was full of gratitude and determination. "I will consider your words carefully."

Nathan Hawke's eyes sparkled with approval: "This is your power, Peter. Be yourself and make your own choices."

The two continued to stroll on the streets of New York, and Peter's mood became relaxed and happy. He felt an unprecedented freedom and possibility. The hustle and bustle of the streets seemed to no longer matter, and his heart was filled with expectations and hopes for the future.

......

"So?" Peter Parker looked at his elder brother Nathan lying on the sofa in his home, with a puzzled look on his face. Nathan Hawke was one of the most powerful people he had ever seen. Not only was he agile and intelligent, he also possessed an indescribable majesty and aura. But now, this man who looked like a "legendary big man" was lying leisurely on his sofa, as if he was a part of this family.

Nathan Hawke closed his eyes and looked relaxed, as if he was enjoying a grand holiday. Peter looked at Nathan on the sofa, and was confused: "Shouldn't he have his own mansion and private jet? How could he say he has no home and is poor?"

Peter scratched his head, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Coke, walked to the sofa, put the Coke in front of Nathan Hawke, and said with a hint of confusion and helplessness: “Brother Nathan, do you want to explain why you are such a powerful person, but you have no home and say you are poor?”

Nathan Hawke opened one eye, took the Coke, and smiled: "Peter, life is always full of possibilities. Maybe I just enjoy this free and easy lifestyle?"

Peter looked at Nathan Hawke, feeling even more confused, but he also felt that this "mysterious brother" did have a unique charm. He was glad that Aunt May was not at home today, otherwise he would be shocked to see this "strange man" lying on the sofa. But he thought about it again, what should he do when Aunt May comes back tomorrow? A tangled expression appeared on his face.

Nathan Hawke looked at Peter's tangled look and couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, Peter. Life will always find a way to solve it."

Peter scratched his head and smiled: "Well, I hope so. But, Brother Nathan, can you really live here?"

Nathan Hawke smiled and patted Peter's shoulder gently: "Relax, Spider-Man, everything will be fine."