I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Lies will never appear in front of you." Tony took a drink from the waiter and took a sip. "That guy is being tracked by the whole world."

"More than ten superheroes were staring at him."

"I'm sure it's him," Peter said quickly, "I saw his arm."

"Maybe that was just a stand-in for him." Tony said, "After that plan that shocked the world, dozens of people pretending to be lies appeared around the world."

"Maybe they find it exciting."

"But those weapons..."

"The Damage Control Bureau has investigated the source of the weapons, and several old Hydras have been caught admitting that weapons came out of their hands."

Peter had nothing to say, he only felt a sense of loss.

He thought he could help, but it turned out to be in vain.

Tony told him to go to school and John would be happy to see that.

Tony hung up the phone.

Friday takes over the suit and flies away.

"Be down to earth, what does it mean to be down to earth."

Peter picked up the hood he had dropped on the ground as he was about to leave.

Glancing at the slaughtering factory, there was a card placed on a chair.

Peter walked over and picked it up.

"prey."

Staring at the card, Peter felt creepy.

It's him, it must be him.

That lie.

Peter was certain that the man he saw was a lie.

This is an intuition and a sense of crisis that I have never experienced before.

Only the madman who calculates everything would regard Spider-Man as his prey.

Because he wants to kill all superheroes.

"I will never believe your lies again."

After experiencing this incident, Peter's vigilance against lies rose to the highest level.

By the time he returned to the party, as expected, the crazy party was over.

But he was relieved to see the safety here with his own eyes.

“The party was over,” Michelle said, sitting on a fire hydrant, “and they ended it by yelling about Fart Parker.”

"Well, thank you for telling me."

Michelle asked curiously: "Where have you been?"

"I... uh... went out to get some air."

Peter chose to lie.

Michelle shrugged, and Peter felt strange at this time, "Are you waiting for me here?"

"Me?" Michelle said with panic flashing in her eyes, "I'm waiting for the weird temper."

Peter looked and saw Basil flapping his wings and landing on the branch.

He almost forgot that the owl would follow him.

"Okay, then remember to take it back."

Peter couldn't keep his spirits up, after going through so many blows.

He didn't even think about why Michelle would wait for him here for five hours.

Two people separated.

Peter returned home without saying a few words to May.

Lie straight up on the bed.

...

the next day.

Adrian heard from Ferdinand the danger in his home, and he was terrified.

"What's gained?" Ferdinand took a sip of coffee.

The nose that was hit by the airbag yesterday still hurts.

Hemostatic patches were also put on the parts of his face that were scratched by shrapnel from a mobile phone bomb.

Adrian spent the whole night dismantling the weapons in the recycling department. This was an order given by Old Wick himself, which also made Adrian work overtime all night.

"The weapon is a weapon that can emit high-temperature concentrated light," Adrian said, "but they seem to be trapped in the material and this equipment cannot be used for a long time."

"Once it overheats, it can cause an explosion."

"Part of their energy comes from this."

Adrian threw the crystal inside the disassembled weapon to Ferdinand.

Ferdinand held it in his hand and was stunned, "Is this... a magic crystal?"

"Like our styles, the materials are incompatible so they won't last because of the magic."

This is the fatal weakness of this batch of weapons.

Unstable.

The user's hands and life may be taken away at any time.

This is why SHIELD defines this thing as an unfinished product.

Ferdinand stared at the magic crystal, "Only two companies have this thing."

Stark Industries, Taran Industries.

He thought about the Damage Control Bureau.

It was founded by Stark and the government.

That being said, there is probably a magic crystal inside.

"The other party's goal is not only the remains of the Chitauri, but also the magic crystal."

After Ferdinand figured it out, he went out in a hurry.

Adrian watched Ferdinand walk away, and he too stared at the parts on the table in deep thought.

"I need to have measures in place to protect my family."

He looked towards the TV.

The animal world was playing inside, with vultures flying over the vast land.

...

When Peter goes to school, he seems to be the nerd again.

Anyone who knows Spider-Man has become a lie.

Ned said, "Looks like we're back to being losers again."

Peter didn't know what to say.

He still had the card in his pocket.

Maybe that crazy guy would hurt the people around him just to attack him.

Thinking like this, Peter felt heavy.

Ned was still talking, "Oh, God, that guy's still here."

Peter looked over and saw Basil standing at the window, preening his feathers with his beak.

Ned whispered: "Let's sneak over. He shouldn't be able to see it, right?"

Peter stared at the wise owl and tried to walk over.

Basil stared at him with narrowed eyes.

Peter's spider sense told him that if he dared to touch Basil's head, he would end badly.

Peter stopped and asked tentatively, "You saw the lie, didn't you?"

Basil tilted his head, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Peter wondered if he was crazy for asking another owl.

"Forget it." Peter turned around and left.

I saw Basil moving his wings.

Peter thought it was going to attack Ned, but Basil just moved his wings and pulled out a white feather from under the wings.

The feather flew towards Peter and landed on his hand.

Peter didn't know why, so Basil spread his wings and flew outside.

Ned came over and asked, "Have you made peace with it?"

"I don't know either." Peter, a physics student, was a little confused when faced with the extremely smart owl.

"Mr. Wick said that the admission notice to the magic school is delivered through an owl." Ned boldly guessed, "Maybe it is a magic owl."

These words awakened Peter.

Maybe, this is a magic owl.

But what does the act of feathering oneself mean?

Basil flew out of the school and it landed on the Statue of Liberty.

When the owls saw the elder sister coming, they bowed their heads respectfully.

Basil hooted twice, and the owls around him began to move.

After a while, the entire New York birdlife sprang into action.

Peter developed a use for basil that even John had not thought of.

Every bird in the city is looking for lies.

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