However, Captain America seemed to have seen through his intentions long ago. He grabbed the webbing with his other hand and yanked it toward himself with all his strength.
Along with it, little Spider-Man was pulled straight toward Captain America. Just as little Spider-Man was about to collide with him, Captain America raised his shield and smashed it forward in a head-on strike.
For a moment, little Spider-Man's head was buzzing.
Luckily, little Spider-Man had sharp instincts. Realizing he couldn't overpower him, he quickly disengaged.
The webbing in his hand swished out and shot toward the aircraft passageway in the distance. With a flip, he pulled himself far away from Captain America.
"What else did Stark tell you?"
Captain America turned his head and looked up at him as he asked. Judging by his expression, he clearly wasn't taking little Spider-Man very seriously.
"You're wrong. You think you're right."
"And that makes you dangerous."
Facing Captain America's question, little Spider-Man shot back righteously. At the same time, his body swung fluidly as he attached webbing to his feet along the airport's boarding passage. Perhaps Captain America's gaze had made him uncomfortable.
He flipped backward, using gravity to build momentum, swinging his body high and charging toward Captain America at even greater speed. This kick, if it landed, would definitely send him flying more than ten meters.
Unexpectedly, Captain America leapt up and kicked backward with both legs like an enraged horse, striking the airborne little Spider-Man mid-flight.
The kick sent little Spider-Man flying back again. His body slammed into the support frame of the boarding bridge and fell to the ground once more.
"He has a point."
Captain America looked at little Spider-Man lying there and panted slightly. Even though his genes had been enhanced to improve his physical functions, he was still human, and continuous intense fighting had begun to tire him.
Suddenly, Captain America hurled the shield again. This time, it didn't target little Spider-Man, but the support frame beside him.
A support frame made of ordinary steel couldn't withstand Captain America's full-strength throw.
In an instant, the support frame snapped in two. The boarding bridge above little Spider-Man collapsed, crashing straight down toward him. If he were hit, he'd be completely pinned and unable to continue fighting.
Fortunately, Spider-Sense caused little Spider-Man's body to react instinctively. This reflex not only helped him avoid danger but also allowed him to respond perfectly, even predicting danger a split second ahead.
As the massive, all-metal boarding tunnel was about to crush him, little Spider-Man sprang upright like a carp, leaping up and raising both hands, unexpectedly lifting the entire boarding bridge.
The boarding bridge was over ten meters long and wide. Compared to little Spider-Man's body, it was like an ant shaking an elephant. The metal structure weighed dozens of tons, and yet, combined with its own gravity, it was actually held aloft by little Spider-Man.
Not only was Captain America stunned by the sight—even Blaine, watching from the sky, couldn't help nodding.
To be honest, little Spider-Man had grown incredibly fast. From being knocked down by a car earlier to now lifting dozens of tons with raw strength.
If he were facing enemies like Rhino or Doctor Octopus now, he could probably tear them apart with brute force alone.
"You've got a lot of passion. Where are you from?"
Captain America retracted his shield and asked with a smile. At this point, his expression held genuine admiration. He truly appreciated little Spider-Man—his power, his quick reactions, and even the way he spoke.
"Queens."
Little Spider-Man struggled to hold the boarding bridge on his back while still politely answering Captain America.
Captain America glanced at the clearly visible scratches on his vibranium shield. They must have been left by Black Panther during the earlier melee. After all, Black Panther's claws were also made of vibranium, so it wouldn't be difficult to leave marks on a shield of the same material.
"Well, I'm from Brooklyn…"
Captain America smiled, then turned and ran toward another part of the battlefield.
As for Tony, he was also in trouble.
Using the complex terrain of the airport for cover, Hawkeye continuously harassed Tony from the ground with arrows.
Tony had no choice but to counter with his palm repulsors. Arrow after arrow, blast after blast—neither side could gain the upper hand for the moment.
Suddenly, just after Tony destroyed another incoming arrow, his palm cannon jammed. After a few warning beeps, black smoke puffed out, and the weapon shut down completely. Immediately afterward, a rattling sound echoed through his entire arm—clearly a short circuit in the electrical components.
"Oh, shit. What's going on, Friday?"
[Partial weapon system failure.]
"What?"
As Tony tried to figure out what was happening, there was chaos inside the Mark armor.
"Uh, well… you're gonna have to take this in for repairs."
Scott spoke while crouching down again and yanking out another connection near the ankle.
"Huh? Who's talking?"
Staring at the flashing red error alerts on Friday's interface, Tony was completely confused.
"I'm your conscience."
"We haven't talked in a long time. Remember me?"
Scott replied without stopping. He kicked a wire loose here, jumped to another spot to rip out a component, knocked off a switch, and randomly unplugged connectors. Using his tiny size, Scott wreaked havoc throughout the armor.
"Friday,"
[Online.]
[Activate the fire suppression system.]
The moment Tony finished speaking, a blast of low-temperature nitrogen erupted inside the armor, surging through every compartment. While it wasn't a weapon, it was a nightmare for a tiny Ant-Man.
"Ah—oh!"
"Oh shit, it's freezing!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"
"Oh my God, buddy—"
…
The violent airflow blasted Ant-Man straight out through a gap in the Mark armor.
"Captain, ours will arrive soon,"
"That guy is in Siberia."
At the same time, Bucky and Captain America tacitly turned and took cover behind two containers, their eyes scanning the center of the battlefield while quietly exchanging words.
"We need to draw the flyers away."
"I'll deal with Vision. You go fly the plane."
Captain America frowned deeply, glanced at the nearby aircraft, and spoke to Bucky with difficulty.
Flying a plane under these circumstances would be incredibly hard. Aside from Tony, several members of the opposing team could fly—the Iron Patriot, and especially Vision.
Tony was temporarily tied down by Hawkeye, which wasn't a concern for now. The Iron Patriot was also distracted in battle, clearly unfocused. The real problem was Vision.
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