Seeing the blue and red suit appear in front of him, Maguire looked completely speechless.
Meanwhile, Garfield stared at him with expectant eyes.
"Ta-da! This is the suit I specially made for you. What do you think?"
Out of basic courtesy, Maguire didn't immediately refuse. Instead, he said,
"It's okay… a little childish though."
At that moment, Holland suddenly handed over a small gadget to Maguire.
"Look, Maguire, this is my gift to you—web-shooters."
Hearing that, Maguire's face went blank.
"Web-shooters? What's the point of these?"
Pleased with himself, Holland extended his hand. A strand of white web shot out from his wrist and stuck firmly to a bottle in the distance.
Garfield quickly added,
"This was something Holland and I developed together. You can use it for all sorts of things. We even made one for you."
Maguire, expressionless, raised his own arm. A strand of web instantly flew out of his hand.
Both Holland and Garfield froze, stunned by what they saw.
"You have web-shooters too, Maguire?"
Maguire smiled helplessly and revealed his arm. The two leaned closer—there was nothing on his wrist, only a small patch of web residue on his skin.
"My God… you can produce your own webs, Maguire?"
"That's insane—so cool!"
"Why is it that we're all Spider-Man, but you've got this kind of ability?"
Maguire shook his head.
"You two are Spider-Man. I'm not. If you must give me a name… just call me the Bully."
Garfield and Holland both froze.
"Maguire's a good guy… why would he call himself a bully?"
They dropped the subject and instead began talking about their recent days as Spider-Man.
They told simple stories of catching a few robbers, a few thieves.
To Maguire, listening to them was like hearing children play pretend. He couldn't help but speak:
"You two are saints. Those vicious thugs—you should've finished them."
Garfield and Holland looked at him in shock, unsettled by his words.
Garfield protested,
"But those guys… they only hurt people, they didn't kill anyone. Killing them—that's too much. Even if someone did kill, we're just doing the right thing, not the FBI. Murder… I've never even considered it."
Maguire stood up coldly, glaring at the two of them.
"Those men with guns, hurting innocents—they're already beyond saving. You think you're upholding justice by letting the FBI lock them up? They'll never repent. Once they're out, they'll commit crimes again.
"And when they do—when they kill someone—who among you will pay back the lives of those they murdered? With your own lives?
"What if one of them killed your Uncle Ben? What if one of them raped and murdered your Aunt May? Would you still say they didn't deserve to die?
"Forgiveness is God's job. Yours… is to send them to meet Him!"
His words left both Garfield and Holland frozen in place, chills running through them. The weight of Maguire's last line especially made them shiver.
But the two idealists couldn't easily accept his philosophy. They still tried to reason with him.
"It doesn't have to go that far, Maguire…"
Maguire sighed inwardly.
"Looks like I'll have to give these two a lesson."
He said aloud,
"Tonight, put on your suits. I want to see how you deliver justice."
Without another word, he turned and walked away. Downstairs, Aunt May reminded him again to teach her how to cook when he had time.
…
Night fell quickly. By eleven o'clock, the main streets still glowed with light, but the alleys were like doorways to Hell.
In one of those alleys, Holland and Garfield stood puzzled before Maguire.
The reason? Maguire wasn't wearing a suit.
"Maguire? Why didn't you wear yours?" they asked.
"Enough questions. Follow me," Maguire said coldly.
The two had no choice but to follow him deeper into the dark alley.
…
In the darkness of Hell's Kitchen, it was a paradise for criminals.
Gunshots echoed here and there, faint but constant, swallowed by the night.
…
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