I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 420 [Two Chapters Combined] Unexpected Situation

Tony had barely finished speaking.

Using the suit's scanning capabilities, Peter confirmed that Sitwell's adrenaline levels were dangerously high. Disregarding the risk of revealing his trump card, Peter pulled out the Prince and completed the function transfer, then used its medical functions on Sitwell.

That's why, after seeing Tony's double standards, Sitwell had already given up completely and was obediently closing his eyes and waiting for death.

But to his surprise, the next second he could clearly feel the effects of the adrenaline rapidly fading away.

This means that his plan to tarnish Spider-Man's reputation by using his own death has been thwarted, leaving him feeling cold and overwhelmed with a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

But now that things had come to this, as a well-trained agent, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and try to make a final stand.

"Stark...you've been deceived." His voice was hoarse and mournful, befitting an honest man who had suffered humiliation. "Spider-Man...he's lying. Iron Monger killed people, I saw it with my own eyes. My team...they're all dead. And Spider-Man, he chose to stand on the side of the machines, not on the side of humans. He has committed crimes against humanity! Are you going to protect a criminal?!"

He spoke these words with such fervor, tears streaming down his face, his performance impeccable.

If it were someone else, unaware of the truth, facing accusations from a clandestine agent seemingly affiliated with the government, they might indeed waver.

But Tony Stark just watched him quietly, as if he were watching a boring play.

After Sitwell finished speaking, Tony didn't even respond immediately. Instead, he turned to Peter and asked a question that seemed completely irrelevant to Sitwell's accusation:

"Little Spider, did you eat your meals on time before you came?"

Peter paused for a moment, then instinctively replied obediently, "Not yet. I was planning to go with my friends to a newly opened hot dog stand in Midtown to try their food. But we got an alarm halfway there, so I told them to wait for me at the hot dog stand while I came over to see what was going on."

"If you get back late, they'll worry," Tony said, his tone as casual as if he were chatting with someone. "After we've dealt with these little issues here, I'll treat you to cheeseburgers. I know a place that's open 24 hours. It's not as good as my usual one, but it's definitely better than hot dogs."

"Uh... that's possible, but... could I know the name of the shop first?"

"What are you talking about? Hmm, could it be that Riley told you about what happened last time? Then you can rest assured, this time I didn't just look at the online ratings, but I went to check it out in person, so the taste is guaranteed."

"That's good... cough cough, I mean, then I'll trouble you."

"No problem, after all, Lai used to be..."

"Stark! Is this the time to talk about this?!" Seeing the two of them engrossed in their conversation, completely ignoring him, Sitwell, who had been carefully crafting her words and brewing a bellyful of lies, finally couldn't take it anymore and screamed. "Are you ignoring—"

"Oh my god, it seems you're not completely hopeless after all... Yes, that's right, I'm ignoring you."

Tony finally turned his gaze back, but the undisguised mockery that followed left Sitwell speechless.

"Because not a single word of yours is worth listening to."

He walked up to Sitwell, squatted down, and looked at the agent who was wrapped up like a cocoon.

Let me tell you why.

Tony's voice was soft, but every word pierced Sitwell's eardrums like nails.

"First, I've known this kid for a long time. I've seen him almost miss his exam to save a cat stuck in a tree. I've also seen him donate all his pocket money to a homeless shelter because he's soft-hearted... Most importantly, with his strength, he could easily kill his enemies, but he always chooses to subdue them in the most troublesome way while making witty remarks, just like you are now."

Tony extended a metal finger and gently tapped Sitwell's forehead. "And you? To be frank, this is the first time I've met you tonight. A stranger who breaks into my private property in the middle of the night with illegal equipment and attempts to hack into my core database. Who do you think I'd trust?"

"..."

"second."

Tony continued.

"The metal monster you speak of is called Iron Monger, a defensive armor I specially crafted for Obi... Its control system, energy core, and operational protocols are all monitored by Jarvis. In the past three hours, the only external instruction it received was a forced activation from an unknown signal. After activation, it executed the system's preset defensive alert program. And the activation condition and objective of this program are only one—to eliminate the intruders and eradicate all dangerous factors when Stark Industries faces an unprecedented crisis."

He stood up and looked down at Sitwell's increasingly pale face.

"So, the answer is obvious... Either you're lying, or you and your team are doing something shady under the guise of S.H.I.E.L.D. If it's the latter, then I would suggest Fury reassess the recruitment standards and thoroughly investigate the background of each agent."

"Thirdly, and most interestingly..."

Tony's voice turned cold.

He raised his hand, and a miniature projector popped out from the outside of his armored arm.

Blue light intertwines in the air, forming a three-dimensional holographic image.

That was a scan of the internal structure of the USB drive that Tony obtained on his way here, based on a scan of the Iron Monger's route. It was taken from the "bait" who was initially attacked by the Iron Monger but was only knocked down and knocked unconscious.

"This thing."

Tony pointed to a flashing red dot in the center of the image and continued with great interest.

"Besides the data theft function, there's also a well-hidden backdoor program. Once it gains access to the target system, it automatically uploads a location beacon and continuously sends coordinate data. And the server address that receives this beacon..."

He paused, looking at Sitwell's pale face.

"According to the information gathered, it belonged to an organization called 'Hydra' during World War II. Interestingly, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal security reports indicate that this organization was likely completely eliminated the moment World War II ended."

"So now, here's the question..."

"Mr. Sitwell, are you and your team working for S.H.I.E.L.D., or for this resurrected Hydra?"

Dead silence.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.

Sitwell opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His eyes darted around frantically, his brain searching for a last word in this desperate situation, but all words seemed pale and powerless in the face of irrefutable evidence.

Sitwell closed his eyes.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again, but his gaze had changed.

All pretense and emotional performance vanished, leaving only a cold, almost inhuman calm.

"You bunch of fools will never understand."

Throughout his speech, Sitwell's voice remained completely devoid of emotion.

"You fools in costumes, playing hero games, will never understand the true nature of this world."

"Order comes at a price, the future requires sacrifice. And you... you are nothing but stumbling blocks preventing all of humanity from reaching a better new world!"

He looked at Tony, a strange smile even appearing on his lips.

"You'd better kill me right now. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

Tony crouched in front of him, his gold-red visor reflecting Sitwell's bloodless face.

The two stared at each other for a long three seconds.

"Kill you?"

Tony finally spoke, but his voice was devoid of emotion.

"And then what? To make you a 'hero' for Hydra to brainwash other members? To give your undercover colleagues an excuse to say I 'harmed loyal people'? To make your death a weapon for them to further infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. and incite public opinion?"

He shook his head, the metal mask making a slight scraping sound.

"No, Mr. Suit. I won't kill you, because you're more valuable alive... I'll put you in court for a public trial and use special means to expose everything you know—about Hydra's hideout, how you infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., and all the dirty plans you've been brewing behind the scenes. Then you'll be the most powerful evidence, firing the first shot in the war against this evil organization."

Sitwell's smile froze, his eyes filled with an increasingly intense fear.

To live a life of humiliation, to endure inhumane interrogations, and ultimately to become a traitor to the organization...

Regardless of which path it is, for him who has been deeply brainwashed by Hydra, it is a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than death!

So much so that after a brief moment of shock, Sitwell went berserk and roared at the top of his lungs.

"You bastard! You devil! How could you do this to me! Kill me! If you're even a man, kill me right now—!!!!!"

Unfortunately, Tony, after scanning closely and confirming that the button-shaped pulse bombs he had previously removed were Sitwell's last means of resistance, ignored Sitwell's cries of agony. He stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from his armored knees, and turned to look at Peter.

"Kid, keep an eye on him. I'll check on the Iron Monger's condition, then we can go back—"

"Tony! Watch out—!!!"

Tony hadn't finished speaking.

The spider-sense, which had gradually subsided with Tony's arrival, suddenly exploded in Peter Parker's nerve endings like a drop of water thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

What surprised Peter even more was...

This time, the Spider-Sense's warning target was actually the Iron Monger not far away!

"careful--!!!!"

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, countless actions had proven that spider-sense was far more reliable than what he saw with his own eyes. Peter didn't even have time to think before his body reacted before his consciousness did.

The instant his voice tore through the air, spider silk shot out from both hands simultaneously.

Spider silk from his left wrist wrapped around the waist of Tony's armor.

The spider silk on his right wrist stuck to Sitwell's cocooned body.

Then Peter tensed his legs and pulled back with all his might, his whole body like a bowstring stretched to its limit, pulling both of them backward at an extremely fast speed!

The instant they left the spot—

"Da da da da da da da—!!!!"

Flames tore through the night sky.

The Gatling gun mounted on the Iron Monger spun wildly at a terrifying rate of over six thousand rounds per minute, unleashing a torrent of 30mm armor-piercing rounds that precisely covered the area where they had just stood.

In an instant, the hard concrete road surface was plowed with a trench half a meter deep, and gravel and dust were thrown up by the shock wave, forming a death curtain several meters high.

The spent cartridges rained down, quickly piling up into a brass-colored hill at the Iron Monger's feet, each cartridge still emitting scalding blue smoke.

Peter, Tony, and Sitwell fell heavily onto a pile of rubble twenty meters away.

In the rush of the operation, with no time to find a better "landing spot," Peter instinctively chose to shield Tony and Sitwell with his own body. Consequently, bearing the weight of three people, his back slammed solidly into a piece of broken reinforced concrete, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

But he immediately rolled over and got up, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Iron Monger beneath the white blindfold.

"Tony! Are you alright?"

"You won't die, thanks, little spider."

Tony's voice came from inside the armor, his heavy breathing tinged with lingering fear.

Although Peter reacted quickly enough, managing to get Tony and Sitwell out of the Iron Monger's attack range as quickly as possible.

But the incident happened so suddenly that Tony, who lacked the Spider-Sense, had no idea what was going on.

Moreover, even including the attack on the villa, this was only the third time Tony had donned the Iron Man suit and fought as "Iron Man".

This resulted in Tony, who severely lacked practical experience, being forced to passively endure Peter's monstrous strength, let alone cooperate with Peter's actions.

Even with the slight delay in reaction, the Mark 2's chest armor still inevitably bore three deep bullet holes from the previous barrage. One of them nearly ripped through the reactor's outer shell.

According to Jarvis's scan data, this will affect the reactor's output power, with the energy supply rate dropping by 20% to 37% before stabilizing.

Of course, just like Peter deliberately concealed his physical pain and asked Tony if he was injured.

Upon noticing the malfunction in his suit, Tony didn't make a sound. Instead, he struggled to sit up and immediately looked at Peter, quickly scanning the boy's entire body.

"What about you? Are you hurt? I think I just heard..."

"I'm fine. I'm used to this level of impact."

Before Tony could finish speaking, Peter quickly responded.

His spider senses were still screaming, and the stinging sensation hadn't lessened at all.

"The problem now is that the Iron Monger... it's completely out of control! That volley of fire just now wasn't just aimed at killing Sitwell; it was all directed at us!"