I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 419 Double Standard Tony is Online

Incidentally, thanks to the suit's almost mystical shock absorption system, Tony, who was plummeting rapidly from a great height, was not injured in the slightest.

But the inevitable shockwave upon landing still sent Sitwell tumbling halfway around.

Fortunately, Peter reacted quickly. With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he stabilized himself and instinctively lowered his body. Simultaneously, he swiftly weaved a makeshift shield of spider silk in front of him and launched a web, pulling Sitwell, who had been spinning like a miniature top in mid-air, back to the ground. This allowed him to smoothly place Sitwell back down after the initial commotion from Tony's entrance subsided.

Otherwise, Sitwell would probably have died instantly and mysteriously upon landing due to the close contact between his head and the ground!

In addition, the pulse bomb button on Sitwell's body, which was about to detonate, suddenly had its countdown disrupted due to the electromagnetic interference Tony decisively applied to the area when he appeared.

Of course, Tony's original intention in releasing the electromagnetic pulse was to restrict Iron Monger's movements. Little did he expect that, by a twist of fate, he would accomplish a world-saving feat!

After all, if Peter, who had far underestimated the wickedness of human nature, were to die such a miserable death at the hands of Sitwell...

Well, it seems that Hydra, and indeed villains worldwide, will have to relive that "battle royale game" that just ended not long ago, started by the Black Spider-Man...

"Ahem, sorry, I was in a bit of a rush, there wasn't enough time for a slow descent..."

As he spoke, Tony, whose face was concealed by his mask, no longer had a lazy smile or a cynical expression on his face.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes sharp as knives. After scanning the room, his gaze immediately locked onto Peter.

"Little Spider, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Tony spoke, but his voice lacked the aloofness and coldness he usually displayed when speaking to strangers. Instead, it was taut and urgent, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Of course, as Tony looked around, he clearly noticed Sitwell's embarrassed appearance.

Forget about freeing Sitwell from her restraints; Tony's gaze didn't even linger on Sitwell for more than half a second before returning to Peter. Meanwhile, Mark II was rapidly scanning Peter's entire body, checking to see if any unhealed injuries were hidden beneath his seemingly intact nanotech suit.

"Mr. Stark! You've come at the perfect time!"

Upon seeing Tony appear, Sitwell, unaware of their relationship, naturally assumed his savior had arrived. His eyes gleamed with a desperate longing for life, and seizing the opportunity, he roared at the top of his lungs, directly accusing Peter.

"Stop him! Spider-Man has gone mad! He attacked the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents; he's protecting that killing machine! He's thinking—"

"Shut up! I wasn't asking you!"

Tony didn't even look at him.

The word was spoken calmly, yet carried an undeniable authority. It contrasted sharply with the tension and gentleness when questioning Peter. This caused Sitwell's lips to twitch involuntarily, and the word caught in his throat.

Tony strode forward and walked straight to Peter, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Heart rate 120, adrenaline level is high, but it is trending downward."

Tony said in a low voice, more to comfort himself than to tell Peter.

"No open wounds, no signs of internal bleeding... Thankfully, you're safe and sound, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain this to your father."

"Uh, well, Tony, actually, I've always wanted to say something, about 'father,' you might have misunderstood—"

"We'll talk about it later. Someone's hands and feet aren't very clean, I need to deal with them first."

Tony interrupted him, but his tone remained gentle.

Just like when Tony was a child, Riley patiently coaxed him.

Tony then turned his attention to Sitwell...

Or, to be more precise, it was a button on Sitwell's chest that emitted unusual energy fluctuations, discovered after being scanned by Mark II.

With each word delivered with chilling sarcasm, Tony, as a weapons expert, instantly recognized what it was the moment he received the information.

"A miniature electromagnetic pulse bomb? That's quite ingenious. It seems today's unexpected situation is far more complex than it appears on the surface..."

Faced with Tony's blatant double standards—who didn't even bother to put on an act—and knowing that Tony and Peter were on the same side, Sitwell's face, which had just regained some color, turned ashen once more.

Tony didn't even ask Peter if he wanted to defuse the bomb, nor did he seek anyone's opinion.

He simply raised his right hand, and the Mark 2's arm armor quickly unfolded, revealing a sophisticated array of multi-functional tools.

Laser cutters, miniature robotic arms, nanoscale probes...

These gadgets, originally installed on the Mark 2 for emergency repairs as a precaution, have now become bomb disposal tools.

"Jarvis, scan the button structure and simulate the disassembly path."

"Scan complete, sir. This device has dual safety features: it can be triggered by physical pressure or by a remote signal. However, due to the electromagnetic pulse you just emitted, there's no need to worry about the second activation method for now. If you need to defuse the bomb, we suggest starting from the third latch on the side, and then..."

Following Jarvis's synthesized voice's instructions, Tony slowly bent down and, with the powerful strength granted by the Mark II, tore off part of the spider silk that was binding Sitwell.

Tony then brought his hand closer, his touch as steady as a rock as he reached for the button. His movements were slow, but every millimeter of motion was terrifyingly precise. The laser cutter emitted a thin red beam of light, slicing a barely visible slit in the side of the button.

"Sir, according to my calculations, you have ten seconds left for demolition."

"Wow, I'm really well-off. I can even find the time to send a message to Chili and reserve a candlelight dinner for tonight."

"No problem, sir, we're currently selecting suitable restaurants..."

"Oh! Stop! Can't you tell I was just joking?"

"But based on the changes in your heart rate, I'm quite certain that you're interested in the offer you just made, sir."

"...Tsk, the health monitoring module really does infringe on privacy. I'll remove it for you when we get back!"

"No, this was added by Mr. Riley specifically for your health. If you wish to have it removed, please inform Mr. Riley in advance."

"Huh? What do you think this is, some kind of underage mode? Are you kidding me! How old am I? Why are you still treating me like a child... Wait, is he deliberately getting revenge for the time I ripped him off when I treated him to barbecue?!"

In this race against time, Tony showed no sign of tension or anxiety. Even during the bomb disposal, he had the leisure to banter and argue with Jarvis, who was becoming increasingly human.

Finally, a mechanical probe is inserted into the gap and gently moves the core component inside the button.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The red light from the button went out.

Tony straightened up, picked up the harmless button with two fingers, and examined it closely.

"Stark Industries... Interesting. I never thought I'd be tricked by my own products. Looks like I need to recall all the Stark Industries products currently on the market."

As he spoke, Tony casually tossed the button on the ground and stomped on it until it was crushed.

Then, he finally turned his gaze to Sitwell, whose face was ashen.

"Now, you can begin your performance, Mr. Agent."