"And finally, yours, Felicia."
Felicia stepped into her battle suit.
The overall silhouette of the blue-and-gold armor was significantly more form-fitting than the previous two. Its contours were rounded and fluid, bearing a passing resemblance to the design of the Black Panther suit.
However, a key difference lay at the lower hem of the armor, which featured countless slender metallic chains that hung down smoothly, looking remarkably like the tassels of a skirt.
But just like Peter, the moment she activated Overclock Mode, these "tassels" would instantly extend outward, rigidifying into a series of long, whip-like metallic tubes.
"This suit similarly integrates your unique fighting style," Tony explained. "Under normal circumstances, it functions primarily as a high-mobility, close-quarters tactical suit."
"But once you initiate Overclock Mode, you can extend these metallic tubes to pierce deep into the ground. Even in an environment completely devoid of surface water, you can instantly tap into underground water sources to execute your hydrokinesis."
"And if there isn't even groundwater available, these tendrils can rapidly siphon moisture from the immediate surroundings—extracting humidity from the air, pulling from surface dampness, and so on."
"The water obtained is then funneled through the pressure-amplification devices embedded in the wrists, allowing you to shoot out supersonic water jets—essentially high-pressure water-knives—capable of slicing right through opponents or otherwise impenetrable materials."
Tony let out a brief sigh. "Unfortunately, those specialized particles Peter mentioned to me—the ones capable of expanding or shrinking molecular structures—are something I haven't actually invented yet. That sort of physics isn't exactly my forte."
"If I could actually develop that technology, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. I could completely compress a few massive water towers and mount them directly onto your suit. That way, you'd never have to worry about running out of water in future battles."
"Cool~" Felicia couldn't help but give a thoroughly pleased reply, clearly ecstatic with her new armor.
Once the fitting session wrapped up, Peter had Gwen and Felicia head back first to continue cracking down on crime in New York or to discuss their upcoming college plans.
Peter himself remained behind at Tony's place.
Only after the two girls had left did Tony finally speak up, curiosity getting the better of him: "Alright, out with it. What's the big mystery?"
"Do you feel like stretching your legs a bit?" Peter asked smoothly.
Hearing this, Tony's eyes lit up instantly. He had been cooped up inside his laboratory for nearly a month now, and he was practically dying of boredom.
"Where to?"
"The Red Room. Ever heard of it?"
Tony's expression shifted into something subtle and complex. "That Russian organization that specifically trains female assassins?"
As he spoke, a sudden realization hit him. "Wait a minute, why would you suddenly think to make a move against the Red Room? Oh, right... I remember Agent Natasha came from that place, didn't she? The way that lady looked at you before was far from innocent."
At this point, Tony's smile turned thoroughly mischievous, practically vibrating with the urge to gossip.
Figures~ Peter knew this guy wouldn't be easily fooled. But since he had no intention of hiding it from him anyway, he simply admitted it with complete nonchalance:
"Spot on. She's considered a part of my household now."
Tony: ...
Brothers, who understand the utter helplessness of trying to make a casual joke, only to accidentally stumble into a massive, undeniable truth?
"Damn it, I'm actually starting to feel a bit envious of you, you bastard!" Tony muttered, a hint of mock resentment in his voice.
While he might hold a commanding lead in terms of sheer numbers, when it came to absolute quality, he lost to Peter by a landslide. Gwen, Felicia, Natasha... every single one of these girls was a one-in-a-million catch. And they weren't just brainless, pretty faces either; they were brilliant and formidable.
Such exceptionally high-quality women were completely monopolized by Peter alone.
It hurts, man!
It was a good thing Tony had already entertained the thought of settling down. Otherwise, he would have likely been triggered into an early mid-life crisis by Peter's sheer luck!
After watching him take a moment to regulate his emotions and clearly bounce back, Peter nudged him with an elbow and asked, "So, are you in or out?"
Tony took a deep, dramatic breath, then slapped his thighs as he stood up.
"In! Of course I'm in!" He rolled his neck, letting out a series of satisfying pops. "I've been growing mold in this lab for too long. This is the perfect opportunity to test out the real-world combat performance of the new armor."
Two hours later.
Peter, Tony, and Natasha were sitting inside a stealth jet that already heavily resembled a Quinjet, flying at full throttle toward Europe.
Because the Wheel of Fortune was handling the piloting directly, all three of them could relax comfortably within the aircraft's main cabin.
Considering Tony's presence, Natasha originally intended to maintain a polite distance from Peter. But Peter simply pulled her straight onto his lap, leaving Tony looking thoroughly speechless, secretly regretting that he hadn't volunteered to fly the plane himself.
"Where did you manage to dig up the intel?" Peter asked, lightly playing with Natasha's fingers as he leaned close to her ear.
"Melina," Natasha's expression seemed entirely composed, but her voice carried a subtle, involuntary tremor as she spoke.
"Who?" Tony couldn't help but interject.
"My fake mother."
The response nearly caused Tony to choke and spit out the coffee he had just sipped. "You even have a fake mother?"
"It was necessary for deep-cover infiltration." Natasha's tone was flat. "During the three years we spent undercover in Ohio, she consistently played the role of my mother."
"I used to harbor a lot of resentment toward her for abandoning me without a backward glance once the mission concluded. But yesterday, when I actively reached out to her, she took a massive risk to send me the exact coordinates of the base.
Furthermore, she apologized to me, explaining how helpless she had been all these years under their control."
Natasha's words were clearly directed at Peter.
Taking the cue, Peter spoke softly in return: "Natasha, even though you aren't biological mother and daughter, you know that your real parents never raised you, and they might even have already..."
"So, you could actually try to reclaim this family of yours. They can become a source of comfort in your life, can't they?"
Hearing Peter's suggestion, Natasha instinctively looked up at him, a warm wave of sweetness washing over her heart. This feeling of genuine care was something she hadn't experienced since those fleeting three years in Ohio.
Seeing the two of them diving right back into their affectionate bubble, Tony rolled his eyes dramatically. "I can't take this anymore! If you two aren't going to talk business, I'm going to the back to take a nap!"
Peter cast a slightly annoyed glance at the interloper, but considering the guy had just finished crafting their brilliant battle suits, he ultimately extended him some grace and gestured for Natasha to return to the matter at hand.
"According to Melina, the Red Room's headquarters has always been mobile. However, over the past six months, they suddenly anchored down, constructing a massive subterranean facility right along the border zone between Belarus and Poland."
"How deep?" Peter questioned.
"Six levels underground. Every single level is fortified with an independent explosion-proof containment system."
"Numbers?"
"Approximately two hundred active, permanent agents, not counting the trainees currently undergoing evaluation."
Tony let out a sharp whistle. "Two hundred Black Widow-tier assassins? That's a slightly terrifying lineup."
"Not every single one of them is at a Black Widow's operational tier," Natasha corrected. "But the top fifty are definitely formidable forces."
"Furthermore..." At this point, her voice faltered slightly, her expression turning quite grim. "Melina mentioned that Dreykov managed to get his hands on a shipment of new weaponry recently."
"What kind of new weaponry?"
"Iron Man suits!"
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