Seeing Lizard Parker roar and charge at him, Charlie Parker shot out webs to block his opponent's view and then delivered a powerful punch to Lizard Parker's abdomen.
Boom!!
The forceful wind howled, and Lizard Parker let out a scream before crashing into the crowd.
"Damn it! I'm so mad! How did you die again… Ugh~"
Realizing that he was no longer a match for Charlie, Lizard Parker wailed at the sky, his stomach churning, and he collapsed to his knees, vomiting.
"You okay?"
Suddenly, someone handed a tissue to Lizard Parker.
Staring at the tissue in front of him, Lizard Parker froze.
He took the tissue and looked up at the woman's refined face, completely stunned.
Under the sunlight, the woman's long hair cascaded like a waterfall, her eyes were captivating, and her entire being exuded confidence, vitality, and charm.
Despite wearing an outdated floral dress from the last century, it couldn't conceal her tall and slender figure. The visible parts of her arms and legs showed signs of regular training, indicating she wasn't some frail woman.
"Hey, have you looked enough?" an older version of Steve Rogers couldn't help but interrupt.
Instantly, Lizard Parker snapped out of his daze, the green scales on his face turning an unusual shade of red.
"I-I've seen enough. No, I mean, sorry, I didn't mean to stare. Thanks for the tissue. I'll keep it—no, I didn't mean it like that…"
Seeing Lizard Parker's flustered state, Peggy Carter suppressed a laugh. "What a cute big lizard. What's your name?"
Lizard Parker: "..."
Being called a "big lizard" didn't anger him; instead, he fidgeted with his fingers, looking nervous.
"I'm..."
"He's called Gecko Boy, Peter Parker," Charlie jumped in to introduce him.
Hearing Charlie's voice, Lizard Parker glared at him. "You jerk! I'll tear you apart…"
"Peter Parker, right? You seem like a gentle person. Please calm down," said Peggy with a soothing tone.
As soon as Carter spoke, Lizard Parker's fierce expression softened, and he obediently stood still.
"Yes, I am. You have a good eye. I'm not someone who gets angry easily," Lizard Parker said with a goofy smile, scratching his head.
Seeing this, Charlie couldn't help but facepalm.
"So, his weakness isn't Gwen. It's all pretty women. I can't believe I ever thought he was a tragic character. I was wrong."
Beside him, the older Steve Rogers rubbed his chin, reassessing Lizard Parker.
"He probably never had a girlfriend. Damn, he's so innocent. I feel guilty for how I treated him last time," he said regretfully.
Hearing this, Charlie raised an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Old man, is that really you? I'm not sure I recognize you anymore."
"Of course, it's me. Don't you recognize the wrinkles on my face?"
"But that's odd. We won last time. You should have been revived."
"Well, you're here too, aren't you? Why are you back in the game?" The older Steve looked at him with disdain.
Charlie's face darkened. "Let's not talk about that if we still consider ourselves in sync."
Steve shook his head. "No, I'm going to complain about the last match."
He clenched his fists, his frustration rising.
"Damn it, the extra reward I got was Peter's Tingle Power! What use do I have for that?
I died of old age! You didn't even give me time to crawl out of the coffin. What's the point of winning the revival match?!"
He pointed to the sky, his face full of indignation.
Hearing this tragic story, Charlie couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, this is killing me! So, you revived only to die of old age again? That's hilarious! Too funny, it's killing me."
"Shut up!" The older Steve snapped, exasperated.
At the same time, not far away, Tony, in his Iron Man suit, couldn't hold back his laughter either.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just too tragic. Also, you swore."
Tony's helmet retracted, revealing his amused face, though there was also a sense of nostalgia.
The older Steve turned to him, his expression changing slightly upon seeing the nanotech armor.
"You're…?" He was in disbelief but quickly composed himself.
After all, he had already seen Natasha, who had died. It wasn't too surprising to meet Tony here as well.
Tony raised his hand, making a gesture as if to snap his fingers.
"Hey, Capsicle. Long time no see," he smiled.
Hearing the familiar nickname, the older Steve looked sad.
"I haven't heard that nickname in seventy years."
Tony, now in his nanotech armor, shrugged. "I can call you that all day long."
"No need. I prefer my other nickname—America's Butt."
"You're all deflated now."
"Sorry, I didn't keep it in shape."
The two chatted casually, reminiscing about old times.
On the other side, Peggy Carter glanced at the several versions of Steve Rogers present. Her brows furrowed, clearly uninterested in getting to know them.
However, the Steves couldn't help but be intrigued by her.
"Carter…"
"Sorry, we don't know each other. And you know what I mean," Carter coldly brushed them off, then turned to Charlie.
"You're Charlie Parker?" Her tone softened.
Charlie nodded. "Yes, I'm Spider-Man, a superhero full of love. I even have a cute nickname, Pajama Baby. But don't think this suit is just a pajama set. It's made of nanometal. Look at this texture, the feel—come on, give it a touch!"
"No, I'll pass on the touching, maybe another time."
Carter stepped back, regretting having started a conversation with this seemingly harmless Spider-Man.
She looked around at the native Titans, her expression serious. "This is Titan, a fascinating alien planet. Does anyone know who Thanos is?"
"I know! Thanos is a supervillain of the universe. He enjoys destroying civilizations and never leaves survivors."
"No, he's a devotee of the Goddess of Death…"
"You're all wrong. He's a lunatic trying to collect Infinity Stones to wipe out half the universe's population."
"In my world, he's just a poor space scavenger…"
The crowd erupted into arguments, each offering a different version of Thanos.
But Carter could see hints from most of their faces—Thanos was likely a terrifying and widely hated figure.
Meanwhile, Tony looked at Charlie.
"Spider-Man, long time no see. What are you planning to use me for this time?" he asked, half-smiling.
Charlie looked awkward. "Haha, it's not 'using.' Adults don't do that. But let me make it up to you this time."
Dropping his awkward smile, Charlie continued seriously, "This mission is about ensuring Thanos survives. There's no restriction on the number of winners in this revival match, so I think we can cooperate and increase our chances of success."
As soon as he finished, a muscular man wielding a hammer burst out laughing.
"What a joke! I am the future king of Asgard! You weak humans will only hold me back. I don't need cooperation because I am Thor, the God of Thunder!!"
With that, he raised his hammer high, summoning thunder and lightning in the purple sky.
Boom!
Lightning shot down from the sky, and the fountain exploded into pieces.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Suddenly, the city's alarm blared, and a group of three-meter-tall purple guards arrived on flying vehicles.
Before Thor could speak, they pulled out strange devices.
Zzzzz…
Electric currents surged, and Thor instantly collapsed, twitching on the ground, foam forming at his mouth.
The mighty God of Thunder had been electrocuted again.
"Take him away. Destruction of property. One hundred days in jail."
As the purple guards dragged the arrogant Thor away, the crowd looked at each other, then glanced at the wristbands with implanted IDs.
"This is both an ID and a limiter," Charlie muttered thoughtfully.