Marvel Brodcast : Spoiling Spider-man

"Unexpected..." Tony looked at the unconscious Peter. He didn't expect that Peter Parker could stop the train with his own body alone. At the same time, he poured some wine, "Cheers to Peter Parker..."

"His body is much stronger than I expected. I am surprised that such a strong pulling force did not tear his body apart."

"Have you calculated the strength of his spider web? And his body strength?" Tony put down his wine glass and asked Jarvis.

"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied. "Based on available information and data analysis of known spider silk, Peter Parker's webbing has an approximate diameter of 1.75 mm. Its tensile strength is estimated at 3.12 × 10¹⁰ Pascals."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "How does that compare to other materials?"

"Significantly stronger," Jarvis explained. "Peter's spider silk is approximately 240 times stronger than human bone, 45 times stronger than high-strength alloy steel, and 11 times stronger than diamond. When the train stopped, the spider silk neither rebounded nor broke, indicating it was still within its elastic limit."

Jarvis continued, "For context, consider a fully loaded train weighing 200 tons and accelerating continuously. To bring such a train to a halt in approximately 50 seconds, Peter Parker's strength would need to be at least 50 to 80 tons. Additionally, his body can withstand tension forces exceeding 30,000 Newtons without tearing."

Tony whistled softly, impressed. "That's... incredible. Is there anything in nature that compares?"

"Yes, sir. The Darwin's bark spider produces silk with a tensile strength that can exceed even Peter Parker's webbing. Its natural properties are fascinating."

"Interesting." Tony leaned forward, intrigued. "Create a detailed report. This might be useful for future projects. Who knows? We could find ways to incorporate such materials into the next suit."

"Document prepared and archived, sir," Jarvis confirmed.

[Just when Peter fainted and was about to fall, the passengers who had been standing behind him lent a helping hand. Together, they helped Peter in from outside the carriage and worked together with other passengers to lift him inside.]

["Gently! Slowly! Put him down carefully!" one man instructed, his voice trembling. Together, they laid Peter on the carriage floor, his body limp and unresponsive.]

["Is he still alive?" someone asked, their voice thick with worry. No one had an answer. Instead, they stared at Peter's unmasked face in astonishment. Murmurs filled the air.]

["He's just a kid," an older woman whispered, her voice heavy with disbelief. "Not even as old as my son…"]

[Moments later, Peter groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. The sight of countless faces staring down at him made his stomach sink. Realization dawned—his mask was gone.]

[A man crouched before him, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he said gently. Behind him, two young boys approached, holding the mask in their hands.]

["We found this," one of the boys said, extending the mask toward Peter. "We won't tell anyone."]

[Peter managed a weak smile as he accepted the mask. "Thanks," he said, slipping it back on. The younger boy grinned and exclaimed, "Spider-Man, it's great to have you back!" His words carried a warmth that made Peter's chest tighten.]

[Peter put on his mask and tried to stand up. The people around him immediately helped him up. At this time, Doctor Octopus suddenly broke from outside, causing everyone to scream.]

[At this time, Peter was too weak to fight him. Otto looked at Peter who couldn't even stand steadily and shouted, "He's mine!" A man stood up, looked at Otto bravely and said, "You have to get past me before you can touch him!"]

[After hearing this, the remaining passengers in the car also stood up and defended Peter. Otto looked at them with a wicked smile, "Very well!"]

[Then he shouted loudly, and two tentacles directly blocked the passengers to both sides of the carriage. Peter knew that these passengers could not fight against Otto, so he asked the passengers who were holding him to let go and staggered towards Otto.]

[Otto unceremoniously smashed his head with his mechanical tentacles, and Peter lost consciousness and passed out on the spot.]

"FUCK! Damn guy, he only knows how to take advantage of others!"

"He should go to hell!"

"Oh God! Please help Spider-Man!"

Countless people watching the sky curtain saw Otto's despicable act of taking advantage of others' misfortune and began to curse.

Harry was filled with anger as he watched this scene. He couldn't help but throw the glass in his hand out fiercely. It smashed against the wall with a "bang".

He took two deep breaths to calm himself down. It was his fault that Peter suffered so much. He was a little embarrassed to face Peter Parker.

[That night, a thunderstorm raged over the city. Lightning illuminated Harry's dimly lit study as he sat alone, nursing another drink. A sudden noise snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned toward the sound and froze. Otto stood in the doorway, Spiderman's unconscious body draped over his mechanical arms.]

["Where should I put him?" Otto asked, his voice devoid of emotion.]

[Harry pointed to the nearby sofa, and Otto deposited Peter there without care. Harry's eyes lingered on his friend's battered body, guilt and anger warring within him.]

["Where's the tritium?" Otto demanded, his mechanical arm hovering menacingly. Without hesitation, Harry moved to his safe, his hands trembling as he unlocked it. Before he could speak, Otto shoved him aside, his eyes gleaming as he retrieved the precious element.]

[Lightning flashed again, and by the time Harry regained his footing, Otto was gone. The balcony doors swayed in the wind, signaling his departure.]

[Harry turned back to the sofa, his eyes narrowing. He grabbed the dagger lying on his desk, his fingers tightening around the hilt. Slowly, he approached Peter, his voice trembling with bitterness.]

["You brought this on yourself," Harry muttered. "You made me suffer. Now it's your turn."]

[Raising the blade, he reached for Peter's mask. "Let's see your true face before I finish this. I want to look you in the eye when I—" His words faltered as the mask came away, revealing Peter's face beneath.]

[Shock rippled through Harry's body. The dagger slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor. "Peter... No! This can't be!" he gasped, stumbling back. "This is impossible!"]

[Peter stirred, his eyes opening to find Harry staring at him in disbelief. Summoning his strength, Peter broke free from his restraints, his voice hoarse as he demanded, "Harry! Where is she? Where did he take MJ?"]

[Harry, still reeling from the revelation, muttered, "He just wanted the tritium... That's all."]

[Peter's eyes widened in realization. "Tritium? He's building that machine again! If he succeeds, MJ and half of New York will be destroyed! Tell me where he went!"]

[Harry hesitated, his mind racing. The weight of his father's death still lingered heavily. "Peter... you killed my father," he said, his voice cracking.]

[Peter was silent for a moment and then said: "There is something more important than the grudge between you and me now! Harry... please! I must stop him!"]

[Harry looked at Peter's eyes and finally told him what he had found out. After all, Harry was not a fool. He knew what Otto wanted tritium for. He naturally could not let him do whatever he wanted, so he secretly sent someone to investigate Otto's hiding place.]

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