Chapter 85: Little Fanboy Acquired √

That night, at the celebratory banquet, four new faces joined the gathering.

Two of them were Vision and Wanda, the couple who had just undergone surgery to remove the Mind Stone.

After nearly sixty hours of relentless effort over two and a half days, Princess Shuri had successfully performed a "brain transplant" on Vision. Now, he was completely free from the Mind Stone, becoming an independent entity.

Surprisingly, his abilities hadn't weakened much and remained incredibly powerful.

Peter had no idea how that worked.

But as a result, he gained the friendship of both Vision and Wanda.

The third "newcomer" was Dr. Bruce Banner, who had just returned from space.

Peter was particularly interested in him—after all, Banner was considered the smartest man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (since the Fantastic Four didn't exist in this world).

He was a physicist too, after all.

However, at the moment, Banner was busy catching up with Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, and the rest, sharing his bizarre experiences in space and expressing his concerns about Thor.

Meanwhile, Peter was being pestered by the fourth "newcomer."

From the start of the banquet, Holland-Spidey had stuck to Peter like glue, bombarding him with endless questions—everything from his background to his powers.

If this had happened before the ambush battle, Peter might have suspected that Tony Stark had assigned Spidey to gather intel on him.

But in this situation, it was clear that Spidey was genuinely curious.

Peter actually liked the kid. Sure, he sometimes got frustrated with his reckless behavior, but it was more of a tough love situation rather than actual dislike.

So, in response to Spidey's enthusiasm, he patiently answered some of his questions—at least the ones that weren't too important or classified.

Before they knew it, the two of them were deep in conversation, hitting it off surprisingly well.

Through their chat, Peter realized that the real Holland-Spidey was actually pretty likable.

Energetic and lively, but without the usual edgy, rebellious phase that teenage boys tended to go through.

Compared to his peers, he was already quite exceptional.

The problem was that everyone saw him as a superhero—including himself. And because of that, he carried far too much weight on his shoulders, making him impatient to prove himself.

In reality, Tony Stark's approach to training him was the right one.

Until Spidey was truly capable of standing on his own, it was best for him to focus on school. If he wanted to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he should be exactly that.

Then, when he was more mature—perhaps in college, or even after graduation—that would have been the right time for Tony to truly train him as his successor.

But no one could have predicted that before Spidey could grow up, Tony would sacrifice himself.

Like a towering tree collapsing before the sapling beneath it could fully grow, Spidey was forced to face the storm alone—before he was ready.

And after Tony was gone, all those who harbored ill intentions toward him, toward Stark, and toward Stark's "legacy" came knocking on Spidey's door. One after another.

Leaving him defenseless.

But this time, that future wouldn't happen.

After all, according to Doctor Strange's prophecy... the one who was supposed to take on that burden was Peter himself.

Peter had no words for that.

Meanwhile, Spidey had nothing but admiration for Peter.

When Peter told him about how he had once stopped a multiversal crisis in the Ultimate Spider-Verse, Spidey was absolutely blown away.

To a kid who had only dealt with small-time neighborhood-level villains, this was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

And so, Peter had unknowingly gained himself a little fanboy.

It didn't take long before his status in Spidey's heart was already catching up to Aunt May and Mr. Stark.

By the end of the night, Spidey enthusiastically invited Peter to visit his place whenever he had the chance.

"Aunt May makes an amazing Italian-style meat pie—you have to try it!" he said eagerly.

Peter thought of the kind and gentle Aunt May from the Ultimate Universe and nodded with a smile.

"I'll definitely come by when I get the chance."

Finally Sending Off Holland-Spidey

After finally seeing off Holland-Spidey, Peter found himself approached by two more people.

A pair of siblings.

T'Challa, the Black Panther, and his younger sister, Princess Shuri.

Their purpose was obvious.

They had come to thank Peter for his help regarding T'Challa's illness.

Shuri clinked her glass against Peter's and said gratefully, "I can't thank you enough. If it weren't for you speaking up, my brother would have kept it all to himself until…"

As she spoke, she shot a sharp glare at T'Challa, clearly upset.

T'Challa let out a helpless chuckle, took a sip of his drink, and wisely chose to remain silent.

Ever since Shuri had found out about his condition, she had dragged him into a private room and lectured him nonstop as soon as the battle ended earlier that day.

And it wasn't just the lecture.

She had cried, too.

Not a loud, heart-wrenching wail, but the kind where she just kept talking while silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

And that kind of crying… left T'Challa completely defenseless.

Reflecting on it, he realized that if he had stuck to his original plan—*hiding his illness until the day he died—*his sudden passing could have set off a chain reaction, even pushing Wakanda toward a dangerous future.

But he had his own concerns.

No one could predict exactly when his condition would take a turn for the worse.

After all, he had already used Wakanda's most advanced technology to analyze it, but no cure had ever been found.

Even if he had told Shuri earlier, all it would have done was add a few more people to the list of those constantly worrying about him.

Of course, none of that mattered anymore.

While the battle raged on outside earlier that day, Griot, the Wakandan AI, had been tirelessly working on synthesizing a special treatment.

The final version wasn't complete yet, but an initial prototype had been successfully produced and fully analyzed—proving its effectiveness.

After taking the prototype, T'Challa underwent another round of tests, and this time—his illness was nearly undetectable!

This didn't mean he was cured, but rather that the virus in his bloodstream had been completely suppressed by the experimental treatment—for now.

Which meant that, at least in the short term, T'Challa no longer had to worry about suddenly collapsing.

On a small scale, this saved T'Challa's life.

On a larger scale, it secured the future of Wakanda.

So both T'Challa and Shuri were deeply grateful for what Peter had done.

That's why they were here—to present him with a "Token of Friendship."

"A Token of Friendship?" Peter was confused.

What was that supposed to be?

Some kind of honorary Wakandan citizenship?

Shuri's lips curled into a confident smile. "There's one thing Wakanda has that no one else in the world can surpass us in. Not even close."

The moment she said that, Peter's eyes widened.

Wakanda's greatest treasure?

Energy weapons?

Energy shields?

No.

None of those.

Vibranium.

Everything else was built upon it.

Which meant that this so-called "Token of Friendship" was…

A Vibranium weapon?!

(End of Chapter)

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