It's been five months since Clark Kent moved into Martha Kent's home.

In August this year, the Justice League was officially established.

In mid-August, Talia al Ghul walked into the city of Gotham with a boy.

In September, Lex Luther was acquitted and released.

In October, Superman discovered that Luthor was secretly creating Kryptonian clones using genes obtained from the Red Lab. Luthor's plan failed, and his research results were temporarily taken over by Superman.

Mid-December, Queens, New York.

"Where did that Parker guy go? Did any of you notice?"

"Damn it! I just saw him standing here, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

A few young men with Mosey haircuts and big flowery arms ran through the alley, cursing and swearing, toward another street.

"What a shame. Why do I always run into these people when I'm picking up trash? Don't they need to go to school? As a developed city, New York's education level is even worse than I thought."

After they walked away, Moses dug out from the trash can nearby. He held a breadboard and three or four wires that had been cut several times and were uneven. He looked at the analog circuit on the screen of the second-hand notebook in his arms for a long time and said, "Is it all right this time?"

System: “Try it.”

A boy in the alley, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, pressed the spider launcher in his hand. A huge web came towards him, but he dodged it by squatting down.

"What happened... Oh! I set the direction parameters wrong. What about this time?"

He pressed it again, perfect, this time the spider web hit the wall in front of him just as he wanted.

Yes!

Moses couldn't help but clench his fist and made a gesture of celebration of victory - unlike the previous Superman who was shrunk in size but mature in mind, this superhero is now very young both physically and mentally.

He pulled out a flip phone that was out of tune with the times from his pocket, turned on the blurry camera to take a picture of the spider web on the wall, and then said to the system: "Look, I can do this even if I don't have money."

"That's great," the system said sincerely, "but I still don't understand why you don't ask Batman for help like Superman did."

"Because I think people need to learn from their mistakes." Moses, now known as Peter Parker, stuffed his newly-made equipment into his backpack. "The relationship between Superman and Batman is already confusing enough. Although Luther and SHIELD's speculations happened to be logical, what if there were no coincidences? How can we explain to others the logic of Batman's actions and their relationship? It's better to be prepared in advance than to make up for it afterward."

"It's enough for two superheroes who suddenly appeared to know each other, Peter Parker, decided to go solo."

The system thought to itself that you are quite good at dividing the film sets.

"Just be happy."

"I can't be happy." Moses paused in packing his backpack. "System, don't you realize that you've become more and more stingy? At first you gave Batman Wayne Enterprises, Wayne Manor, Batcave equipment, and Alfred. When Superman was born, you gave him a Kryptonian armor. Now it's Spider-Man's turn—" He couldn't help but choke up when he said this. When he raised his hands to cover his face, he was still smelling the stench left by the trash can on his clothes. "A 'Garbage Recycling Guide' published in 1997."

Moses was stunned when he received this gift of greater thought than value.

That's it? Are you serious, friend?

"Three days have passed, and the only thing I have accomplished is that I have made enemies with some thugs who robbed people on the street, and then I made a spider web shooter."

System: "Isn't this a good progress? You can now compete for a job in New York by just covering your face with a piece of clothing."

“…”

“Not today,” Moses said firmly, zipping up his backpack and swinging it behind him. “I have to go to Philadelphia to meet with my online friends.”

Yes, netizens.

Spider-Man is a minor, with no money, no friends, no family, and a hellish difficulty start. He doesn't have nearly invincible abilities like Superman. He can't get a driver's license or other identification through illegal means, and wandering the streets will attract more attention, so he must find a suitable place to stay as soon as possible.

Having decided not to contact Superman and Batman, but also being too embarrassed to go directly to the Avengers Tower and say hello, "Hey, I think I'm pretty strong, so can you give me a job with food and shelter?" Moses thought about it seriously for two nights, and finally decided that he could try the legal adoption route.

He likes New York very much now and has no intention of leaving. Philadelphia is just a transit point, only about 160 kilometers away from New York, and it only takes two hours to get there by hitchhiking.

The heroes of Philadelphia are the Shazan family. Superman has dealt with Shazan more than once, and Moses knows that he is essentially a kind but somewhat careless young man who is happy to help his friends within his ability - even if the other party is a stranger who he has only known for two days and is said to be homeless.

At that time, as long as Billy turns into Shazan and takes him into a government agency, claiming that he has rescued an American war orphan or a minor of any setting in another country, those officials who are accustomed to superheroes flying around will take the initiative to handle Peter Parker's household registration and arrange for the right person to adopt him.

That way no one would question why he had never been seen in the United States before and how he suddenly came to New York.

Plan pass√.

Moses was really fed up with the imaginations of the ignorant crowd, so this time he decided to make things clear first.

Just after noon, he walked into the Philadelphia train station. The money for the ticket was earned from selling junk in the past few days, and the book given by the system was only useful in these strange occasions.

It is another winter in North America, and the average temperature in Philadelphia is around zero degrees. Billy wrapped himself up like a bear in a down jacket, sitting on a bench playing with his phone, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a while. After receiving the message and the location, he trotted over and recognized the person he was meeting in the crowd.

"Peter Parker?" He patted Moses' shoulder, wrinkled his nose which had turned red from the cold, and said, "Dude, aren't you wearing too little?"

"I'm fine," Moses said. "Thank you for your help. You literally saved my life."

"No problem! It's a piece of cake. And I always ran away before... Anyway, I'm happy to help." Billy pretended to be serious and said, "Like I said before, I have a very good relationship with Shazan. As long as we ask him, he will definitely agree."

"Awesome." Moses pretended to know nothing. "Uh, so what does it feel like to know the superhero of your own city?"

"That's cool, I can hand out both Shazan and Superman's autographs at school. Who do you prefer?"

Moses thought carefully about the superheroes he knew so far, and finally remembered that he should be a New Yorker, so he followed his instinct and said, "Of course it's Iron Man. He's very handsome and a genius."

"And very rich," Billy said. "That's why the Avengers have Iron Man and the Justice League has Batman. They need these people with houses and cars to pay for Uber Eats when they have meetings... I'm kidding, everyone is a good person."

Moses raised his lips, and two dimples appeared on his cheeks: "You are right."

Billy scratched his hair. "Don't overthink superheroes, man. Sometimes I even dream that I can use magic."

In order not to expose their superpowers, a current hero and a future hero had to take a bus to their destination. On the way, Billy couldn't help but ask, "Have you read the latest news?"

In fact, as an orphan abandoned by his mother at a young age, he couldn't be so heartless as to trust others easily.

It's just that Peter Parker is special.

On the one hand, the other party is a minor without a family, the threat is limited, and the two have similar experiences to some extent, which arouses Billy's empathy. On the other hand, he inexplicably feels a similar aura in Peter.

This feeling is not easy to describe, and it does not refer to the superficial personality - Billy is a boy who is introverted to others most of the time but cheerful inside and occasionally sensitive. Peter Parker is the type of boy who is introverted to others but talkative inside and you can tell at first glance that he is a good boy.

But they all have a kind of temperament that makes them stand out from the crowd for various reasons.

It's not inaccessible, but it does look a bit weird.

In addition, Billy also discovered that Peter was well-informed about many new things related to superheroes, and it was obvious that he often surfed the Internet. This made Shazan, who was already familiar with other people in the Justice League, very fond of him. They quickly became familiar with each other by talking about these topics.

"What news?" Moses thought to himself, "I know a lot."

"The Superhero Protection Association of Metropolis is going to be established, mainly to protect the rights of superheroes and resolve inappropriate disputes and conflicts." Billy's expression was a little schadenfreude, "I...some people in the league are proposing to let Lex Luthor become the chairman of the association. Because you know, after Superman woke up, he was released, but he also lost a lot of money. This money was used by Batman to establish a foundation to support hero activities. Luthor must be very disgusted."

"But Luther can't really be the president of the association?" Moses thought for a moment and answered, "You see, this president actually has some power. Well, I saw someone in the forum say that this is actually the result of the government's compromise. At the beginning, they wanted to activate the superhero registration bill, but half of the members of both the Justice League and the Avengers disagreed. Coupled with the public opinion influence of the Superman incident, it finally evolved into a more gentle 'protection association'. Everyone can choose whether to register their names."

"Ah." Billy frowned. "You have a point. The president of the association must be one of us. But Luther can be the honorary president." He chuckled again. "Let him go on stage every quarter to give a speech summarizing the heroes' annual contributions."

Two young people were laughing while holding the handrail of the bus.

Afterwards, Billy took the excuse of going to see Shazan and left on his own initiative, then turned back into Shazan and took Moses into the office to register smoothly. Peter Parker's identity and background were all made up, and after everything was done, it was still light, and Moses could even catch the last train back to New York.

"Do you want me to take you there?" Shazan asked.

“No, no,” the young man declined. “I can do it myself. They will arrange an address for me tomorrow. I will find a place to stay tonight.”

"That's fine. Bye." Billy knew that most children who lived independently didn't like other people's things too much, and he was the same, so he waved goodbye quickly and flew away.

Moses stared at his back with envy and muttered to the system: "I just now realize how great it is to be able to fly."

He walked to the bathroom of the Philadelphia train station, found a cubicle, opened his backpack, and took out his red tights that he had made from old clothes and spent countless efforts to sew... but it was still very horrible. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and took a deep breath, and confirmed with the system again: "Can't you really make my uniform in one go?"

I've never heard that to be a superhero you have to be good at sewing!

System: "No matter how many times you ask, what is supposed to come will come, and what is not supposed to come will not come. Don't worry, no one will recognize you after you cover your face anyway."

Ten minutes later.

Spider-Man stood in front of the bathroom mirror and pushed up the black swimming goggles on his nose that covered his eyes.

"Give me a chance to move out of the Earth overnight."

The person in the mirror, who looked like a cheap cosplayer in comedy, looked back at him mercilessly.

"I think this hood makes it hard to breathe. Maybe the fabric is too thick." Moses said in a muffled voice as he rushed out to the sound of the train whistle. "Do you think I should cut a hole at the nose position?"

At this time he wanted to contact Batman again.

It's not about the money, I just want to ask Jason Todd how he was able to keep breathing smoothly while exercising vigorously in the warehouse.