I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 592: Sentinel Program

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In the aftermath of the tense confrontation, Becca's piercing gaze softened as Peter, with a calm demeanor, explained the events of the previous night and the unexpected connection between Soldier Boy and Ryan. Billy, still wary, kept his pistol in hand, but the tension began to dissipate as the truth unfolded.

Of course, that didn't explain Black Noirs presence, so Peter had to go into his reasoning behind sparing him as well, which Billy didn't agree with. But thankfully, he had no say in the matter. After all, Peter already allowed him to avenge his wife and even brought them back together. What more could he possible ask for?

After everyone settled down, Soldier Boy, Billy, and Becca took their seats at the table alongside MJ, Starlight, and Maeve, who had woken up shortly after them. Once again, Peter was forced to answer all sorts of questions for them as well, especially Maeve, who expected Peter to kill everyone after she betrayed Vought and the Seven.

The atmosphere remained awkward, with everyone casting uneasy glances at each other. Soldier Boy, MJ, and Peter were the first to dig into the delicious spread, seemingly unfazed by the tension.

As the group sat in silence, the clinking of utensils against plates filled the room. Soon, MJ's piercing gaze met Peter's, a subtle acknowledgment passing between them. Peter leaned in for a quick kiss, taking a seat next to MJ. Noir followed, sitting on Peter's left, completing the peculiar arrangement.

The silence lingered until the kitchen door swung open, breaking the awkwardness. Ryan, freshly showered and clad in clean clothes, dashed in with youthful energy. "Teacher!" he exclaimed, addressing Peter with reverence. "I'm starving after all that training. What's for breakfast?"

Ryan noticed his mother, Becca, and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he took a seat beside her, glancing curiously between his new father, Billy, and Soldier Boy, his newfound grandfather.

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The atmosphere shifted as the attention turned to Becca. She fixed Peter with a piercing stare, her concern evident. "What training is he talking about?" she demanded, her tone edged with disapproval. "You didn't ask for my permission to train my son."

Contrary to the way she was acting, Becca didn't mind Ryan training and learning how to control his powers. The problem for her was that she didn't want her son to turn out like Homelander. He needed to be treated with care and support.

Peter, maintaining his composure, nodding this head, "You're right, I probably should have asked before training him. Though he needs to be trained." He said before explaining. "While you were all asleep, Ryan had another outburst from his powers. Thankfully, I was here to stop him before it got too bad, but that doesn't change the fact that he needs to learn control, or else he's going to end up hurting either himself or someone else."

Becca, though still displeased, nodded in understanding. "I see…"

Peter continues. "Feel free to ask Ryan about my training. If you or him don't like it, then you can try to find another person to teach him, but I can tell you now that someone else might not be as experienced as I am. And let's not forget that most other people or organizations will probably try to use him for his abilities. I'm merely here to help."

Both Becca and Billy couldn't help but agree with Peter's words. Turing to her son, Becca asked. "Do you like training with Peter?"

"Yeah! It's hard but it's really fun too. Did you know that he can do magic? He made…" Ryan ranted and raved about Peter's abilities as he explained the training he went through.

Becca let out a relieved sigh as she realized that Peter didn't put her son through any crazy training. "Alright, then you can keep training, but I'd like to watch if that's alright with you two…"

"Sure, that's fine." Peter shrugged as he gestured to Soldier Boy, "He'll be assisting me in Ryan's training as well." Soldier Boy, nonchalant and busy stuffing bacon into his mouth, grunted in agreement.

"Grandpa's going to train me too?!" Ryan nearly jumped out of his seat in excitement. Truly, he was having a good couple of days.

First, he meets his father, whom he's been dying to see his entire life. Then he awakens literal superpowers, which any child would dream of. And now, he has a cool and famous grandpa, who will be training with him.

The kid was really living the dream.

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As breakfast drew to a close, Ryan eagerly pulled Soldier Boy and Billy away to showcase his room and his collection of superhero memorabilia. Becca, uncertain about Soldier Boy, promptly followed them, intent on keeping a watchful eye on her son.

Observing the departure, Peter subtly motioned to MJ, silently instructing her to keep an eye on Soldier Boy and ensure he didn't cause any trouble. With a nod of understanding, MJ strolled after the trio, leaving Peter in the kitchen with Noir, Starlight, and Maeve.

Curiosity evident on her face, Maeve turned to Noir and couldn't resist asking about the transformation in his appearance. To her surprise, Noir responded, explaining that Peter had healed him. Shocked by Noir's unexpected answer, Maeve congratulated him, expressing genuine happiness.

Starlight, unfamiliar with Noir's past injuries, joined in the congratulations, pleased to see good things happening for a change.

Maeve shifted her attention to Peter, her expression growing more serious. "What's your plan regarding Vought?" she inquired. "With Homelander and the Seven gone, minus us of course, Vought is vulnerable, but their influence and army of supes still poses a significant threat. The government might try to investigate, but what can they do against superheroes? Vought still has a lot of power behind them…"

Peter smiled, his tone measured. "I've got a meeting with the President today. I plan to level the playing field."

Starlight couldn't help but ask. "Does he know you're coming?"

Peter smirked. "No, it's always more fun to show up unannounced and make an entrance."

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After ensuring MJ would keep a watchful eye on Soldier Boy, as he still didn't fully trust him, Peter left the Butcher family home, his thoughts swirling with the weight of the impending meeting. He had a good idea as to how he would even out the odds against Vought. All he needed was the President to agree and work with him.

Stepping through a portal, he emerged in the Oval Office, catching President Robert Schaefer by surprise. "Yo." He waved as the portal snapped shut behind him.

As Peter gracefully took a seat across from the president, introducing himself with a friendly smile, "Hello, I'm Peter. You might recognize me from the recent Vought drama going on."

"Hello, what can I do for you…" The president replied with a fake smile, his hand discreetly moving to hit an emergency button beneath his desk.

A tense moment followed as nothing happened, not a single person came rushing in as they were supposed to. The president kept glancing at the doors, his expression growing more grave by the second.

"If you're waiting for the secret service to come rushing in, then you can stop." Peter leaned back in his chair and explained. "I've already sealed the room so that we can talk without any annoyances, but don't worry. I'm not here to kill you or anything. I'm only here to talk and give you an opportunity…"

Intrigued and wary, President Schaefer spoke. "What opportunity?"

Peter then explained his past few days in this universe. "Well, let me quickly explain what I've been up to recently. First, I've stolen and leaked all of Voughts secrets, which I'm sure you've already seen." The president nods as Peter continues. "Not only that, but I've also killed Homelander and a few other superheroes. Basically, I'm at war with Vought."

"Homelander is dead? You're sure of this?" The president asked, still grappling with the shock.

"Oh yeah, I burned his body myself." Peter nodded.

"Why tell me all this? Are you expecting a medal?" Schaefer asked curiously. "I mean, I wouldn't mind rewarding you, but I doubt that's really what you want."

"I don't want anything, which I'm sure is hard to believe." Peter shook his head, his tone measured. "I'm here to even out the playing field. With Vought's army of heroes, it's likely they'll escape any real consequences. Let's just say I don't want that to happen. Vought and their 'heroes' have gotten away with far more than they should have up until now. And it's about time they got a taste of their own medicine..."

"Go on," Schaefer urged, his interest piqued.

Smirking, Peter began to lay out his plan. "We'll begin what I call 'The Sentinel Program.'"

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As Peter met with President Schaefer, Stan Edgar, the shrewd leader of Vought, anxiously awaited news of his rescue team's return in Vought Tower. Expecting Homelander to be brought back after his kidnapping, Stan tried reaching out to his team, only to be met with silence.

Growing uneasy, he realized that his operatives must have either perished or been captured by the formidable force now opposing Vought. Stan, never one to underestimate his adversaries, understood the gravity of the situation. If Homelander was truly incapacitated or gone, it meant that he needed to secure Vought's valuable assets and plan for the future.

One particular asset seized his attention, the son of Homelander. The potential successor to the fallen hero held significant importance. In the world of Vought, new heroes needed to be groomed and controlled. With Homelander out of the picture, the void had to be filled, and Vought needed to maintain its influence.

Stan Edgar, a master tactician, swiftly moved into action, mobilizing resources to ensure the security of Vought's future. The game had changed, and he understood that adapting quickly was Voughts only way of survival.

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