"Finally, there's yours, Felicia."
Felicia put on her suit.
The overall silhouette of the blue and gold suit was more form-fitting than the previous two, with smooth, rounded lines somewhat similar to the Black Panther suit.
However, the difference was that the hem of the suit had countless slender chains, looking like tassels on a skirt.
But as long as one activated overclock mode like Peter, these "tassels" would immediately extend, forming slender metal tubes.
"This suit also incorporates your fighting style, mainly focusing on high-mobility close-quarters combat in daily use."
"But if you activate overclock mode, these metal tubes can be extended and inserted into the ground, allowing you to immediately draw groundwater for water manipulation even when there is no water source around."
"If there is no groundwater, these tentacles can also quickly absorb surrounding moisture—such as humidity in the air or surface water."
"The obtained water flow passes through the pressurization device on the wrist, which can spray supersonic water blades, used to cut opponents or objects that are difficult to break through."
"Unfortunately, I haven't invented the special particles Peter told me about that can enlarge or shrink molecular structures; that's not my specialty.
If I could develop that, it wouldn't be so troublesome. I could completely compress several water towers and install them on your suit, so you wouldn't have to worry about water shortages in future battles."
"Cool~" Felicia couldn't help but give a satisfied response, clearly very pleased with this suit.
...
After the suit testing session ended, Peter let Gwen and Felicia go back first to continue fighting crime in New York or discuss college plans.
Peter himself stayed with Tony.
After the two girls left, Tony finally asked:
"Tell me, what's the big secret?"
"Do you want to stretch your muscles?" Peter asked.
Hearing this, Tony's eyes immediately lit up.
He had been cooped up at home for almost a month and was already feeling extremely stifled.
"Where to?"
"The Red Room, ever heard of it?"
Tony's expression changed subtly: "That organization of the Russians that specifically trains female assassins?"
Speaking of this, Tony suddenly thought of something:
"Wait, that's not right. Why would you suddenly think of taking action against the Red Room? Right, I remember that Agent Natasha seems to have come from there.
That lady's look at you earlier wasn't exactly innocent."
At this point, Tony's smile couldn't help but become a bit lewd, full of gossip.
Sigh, knew this guy Tony wasn't that easy to fool.
However, Peter hadn't intended to hide it from him, so he simply admitted it openly:
"That's right, she is now considered a member of my family."
Tony:...
Everyone, who understands the helplessness of just wanting to joke around but accidentally eating some real gossip?
"Damn, I'm actually starting to envy you, you bastard!" Tony couldn't help but mutter with some resentment.
Although he had a comprehensive advantage in quantity, when it came to quality, he lost to Peter by too much.
Gwen, Felicia, Natasha... which of these girls wasn't a one-in-a-million existence?
And they weren't just vases with looks and no brains.
Such high-quality girls were all monopolized by Peter alone.
It's so painful~
This was only because Tony already had vague thoughts of turning over a new leaf; otherwise, he would have been stimulated to the point of collapse by Peter!
After watching him self-regulate for a while and clearly having recovered, Peter poked him with his elbow and asked:
"Are you going or not?"
Tony took a deep breath, then slapped his thighs and stood up.
"Going! Of course I'm going!"
He cracked his neck, making a clicking sound.
"I've been rotting in the lab for so long, it's just the right time to test the combat performance of the new suit."
...
Two hours later.
Peter, Tony, and Natasha sat in a quinjet that already had a very distinct style, flying at full speed towards Europe.
Because the wheel of destiny was in charge of controlling the flight, the three of them could rest in the cabin of the aircraft.
Natasha had originally considered Tony's presence and wanted to keep a little distance from Peter.
But Peter pulled her directly onto his lap, leaving Tony speechless, even regretting that he hadn't volunteered to fly the plane.
"Where did you get the information?" Peter asked, leaning into her ear while playing with Natasha's fingers.
"Melina." Natasha's expression looked calm, but her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
"Who?" Tony couldn't help but ask.
"My fake mother."
This answer almost made him spit out the coffee he had in his mouth:
"You have a fake mother too?"
"It was necessary for the infiltration." Natasha's tone was very flat. "During the three years of infiltration in Ohio, she played the role of my mother."
"I originally resented her for ignoring me after the mission ended, but yesterday, when I took the initiative to contact her, she risked great danger to send me the location of the Base.
In addition, she also apologized to me, explaining that she had no choice all these years."
Natasha's words were clearly directed at Peter.
Peter then followed up:
"Natasha, although you aren't truly mother and daughter, you also know that your parents didn't raise you, and perhaps they have already..."
"So, you can actually try to find these family members of yours; they can also become a comfort in your life, can't they?"
Hearing Peter's suggestion, Natasha subconsciously looked up at him, feeling somewhat sweet in her heart.
This feeling was the first time she had experienced it, aside from those three years in Ohio.
Seeing the two of them starting to get lovey-dovey again for no reason, Tony couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"I can't take it anymore. If you don't talk about business, I'm going back to rest!"
Peter glared at him with some dissatisfaction, but considering that the other party had just helped him build the suit, he finally gave him some face and signaled for Natasha to get back to the point.
"According to Melina, the headquarters of the Red Room has been moving, but in the last six months, they have suddenly settled down and built an underground facility on the border of Belarus and Poland."
"How deep?" Peter asked.
"Six underground levels, each equipped with an independent blast-proof system."
"Number of people?"
"About two hundred resident Agents, not counting the trainees in training."
Tony whistled: "Two hundred Black Widow-level assassins? This lineup is a bit scary."
"Not everyone is at Black Widow level." Natasha corrected, "But the top fifty are definitely not weak."
"Also..." Speaking of this, her voice paused, and her expression became somewhat ugly, "Melina said that guy Dreykov has recently obtained a batch of new weapons."
"What new weapons?"
"Iron Man Suit!"