Marvel: Restart! Spiderman!

Learning the truth about how he became Spider-Man, Charlie felt a sense of relief.

As for his missing father and the potential dangers from S.H.I.E.L.D., those secrets would gradually reveal themselves over time.

What Charlie could do now was focus on getting stronger, cherishing those around him, and making the most of every day.

The process of becoming stronger inevitably involved taking risks. First, he needed to accumulate enough restart opportunities.

With this thought, Charlie flipped backward off the roof, performing an acrobatic move.

Just as he landed, a familiar voice greeted him from behind.

"Hey, kid from Queens. Are you also here for the Green Goblin?"

"Hmm?"

Charlie turned around to see Steve and Natasha, both in civilian clothes, eyeing him curiously.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Charlie asked, even though he already knew the answer.

His Spider-Sense was unreliable, making it difficult for him to detect how many agents were lurking nearby.

Steve stepped forward, "We know Norman was the Green Goblin, so we're here looking for him."

Charlie raised an eyebrow, "It's been two days already, and you just now found this place?"

Natasha crossed her arms, smiling. "Spider-Man, don't underestimate our intel system. Now is the perfect time to be here."

Hearing this, Charlie knew he couldn't keep things hidden anymore.

"Alright, what do you need me to do?"

"The best way you can help is by not interfering."

Steve glanced at the vehicles pulling up to the villa and turned back to Charlie. "We've received intel that Norman is already dead, so we'll handle things from here."

Charlie scratched his head. "Okay, in that case, I really don't have a reason to stick around. But you know, young people are curious. If the Green Goblin is dead, what are you guys still doing here? Don't tell me you plan on taking his body. That's not humane, and it's also illegal. As your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, I can't let you do that. Okay, I'm leaving."

He slowly raised his hands in surrender, glancing at Natasha. "Mind putting the gun down?"

Natasha waved the gun slightly, smiling. "Wanna chat?"

"What are you planning?" Charlie crossed his arms over his chest. "I just turned eighteen, and you old turtledove can't cut me some slack?"

"No, no, no. Sorry, please put the gun down. That's not what I meant. I heard someone call you that. You should point the gun at him," he said, pointing at Steve, who looked completely baffled.

"What?"

"Steve, is that true?" Natasha's expression darkened.

She hated it when people mentioned her age.

Though Steve usually kept things proper, she knew he was a soldier from back in the day. And soldiers back then weren't always polite. The longer they stayed in the army, the more they'd get influenced by the rough crowd.

Sensing danger, Steve raised his hands. "No, that's not true. Let me explain."

"Don't listen to him," Charlie said, putting one hand on his hip and pointing at Steve with the other. "You can't trust men."

Steve gritted his teeth, "Queens kid, stop causing trouble."

"I swear, I'm not. I'm just a kid, and good kids don't lie."

"Spider-Man, you're such a punk."

"See, see? He's getting mad."

"I am not!"

"Steve Rogers, you owe me an explanation."

"I'm explaining! I didn't say that."

"He thought it, though. I can vouch for it with my Spider-Ethics."

With that, Charlie suddenly shot webs, yanking Natasha's gun from her hand and Steve's shield from his grasp, suspending the shield on the roof.

"What the—?"

Caught off guard, both of them suddenly found themselves disarmed, and a sense of dread filled them.

In the next second, the red-and-blue figure darted forward.

Boom!

Charlie threw a punch, and Steve barely had time to cross his arms in defense. The force of the punch, powered by several tons of strength, sent Steve crashing into the wall.

"Damn it..."

Natasha's face paled, but before she could unleash her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Charlie shot webs at her ankles, hanging her upside down from the eaves.

Charlie dusted his hands off. "Sorry, I'm actually a bad kid."

He then launched himself up to the roof, taking Steve's shield with him.

"That crafty Spider-kid!" Steve growled as he crawled out of the wall, his face covered in dust. He looked up at Natasha.

"Do you believe me now that I never said that?" he asked, brushing the rubble off his shoulders, feeling the ache in his arms.

Natasha turned her face away. "Maybe you didn't say it, but you thought it. And thoughts are still a crime."

Steve: "..."

Meanwhile, Coulson and his agents stormed into the villa.

"Mr. Harry Osborn, we're from S.H.I.E.L.D. Norman Osborn has been accused of multiple charges, including endangering public safety and first-degree murder. We're here to retrieve his body."

"What?" Harry hadn't processed what was happening when the agents stormed into the room to take Norman's body.

"Wait, you can't do this! He's already dead! You can't take him. I'll sue you!"

"Sorry, we have legal clearance."

"You bastards!"

Harry tried to block them but was pushed aside. He watched the agents in fury, bloodshot eyes filled with anger.

"I know what you want with my father's body!"

He shouted, "He was tortured by disease while alive, exploited by his company's shareholders, and now even in death, you want to take him for experiments! Can't you let him rest? He's already dead, dead!"

Harry charged at the agents again, but they restrained him.

"No, please, I'm begging you!"

Pinned to the ground, Harry's eyes filled with tears as he watched his father's body being taken away, the helplessness suffocating him.

Coulson hesitated for a moment but continued to follow orders.

"Sorry, this is my mission."

Just as he finished speaking, a red-and-blue figure flashed by the window.

"Hey, are you the infamous suit-wearing thugs?"

"Spider-Man!"

The agents were caught off guard.

Before they could react, Charlie shot webs and snatched the body from them.

Coulson's face darkened. "Spider-Man, are you going to fight us on this?"

The agents immediately drew their weapons, aiming at Charlie.

Seeing this, Charlie shrugged, his tone dismissive. "Who cares?"

He looked at the disheveled Harry. "If your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man helps you get your dad's body back, will you give me a like in the comments section?"

Harry's eyes lit up with hope. "Thank you, Spider-Man!"

"No problem."

In the next moment, gunfire erupted, but Charlie raised the shield in front of him.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Sparks flew as bullets bounced off the shield. Using the recoil of the bullets, Charlie tossed the shield aside, flipped backward, and swung into the trees, carrying Norman's body.

"After him!"

"Yes, sir!"

The agents moved quickly, but Charlie had already disappeared into the woods.

"Whoosh—"

The wind rushed past as Charlie swung through the treetops, trying to figure out how to return the body to Harry while avoiding S.H.I.E.L.D.

Suddenly, the sound of roaring engines came from above. Although his Spider-Sense hadn't triggered, Charlie could sense the danger of death looming over him.

"Crap!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, a massive explosion rocked the forest, engulfing the ground in flames. The violent blast erased all traces of his presence.

"Mission accomplished. The annoying Spider-Man is gone forever."