Chapter 206: What do the Irish Eat?

Chapter 206: What do the Irish Eat?

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Hopping off of the building, Peter listens to the gunshots and chaos inside the restaurant, as he walks over to one of the broken windows and watches the show unfold.

'I need some popcorn...' Peter thought as a bucket of popcorn appeared in his hand. 'Practicing spells without the circles was worth it.'

While Peter was figuring out how to eat food through his mask, Natasha led the future Defenders on their first real mission.

Frank maneuvered through the building like a machine, dropping bodies whichever way he looked.

Loki seemed to be familiarizing himself with mortal weaponry as he kept to the shadows, attacking only when it was least expected.

Jessica tore through the place like a pint-sized hulk, though she wasn't bulletproof, so her plan of attack required a bit more finesse than the angry green giant.

Thankfully, her body suit was bulletproof up to a certain caliber of ammunition, so if she makes a mistake it wouldn't be fatal.

Unless, of course, she gets shot in the head...

Natasha, knowing this could happen, stood by Jessica's side, as she was the student that needed the most training and guidance.

After all, Matt was trained by a man that could demolish the average shield agent and go toe to toe with her.

As for Matt, he moved through the place like a martial acrobat, beating down hostile Irishmen with relative ease. Killing wasn't his forte, so he only incapacitated his opponents.

'Meh, these Irish guys are pretty weak...' Peter was happy that he decided to delegate this work, as it would be a waste of time and effort for him.

Within minutes, every mobster in the building was either killed or captured, while Nesbitt was strapped to a chair in the center of the room.

"What do you want? Money?" Nesbitt started bartering for his life, unsure which group these people were from. "I can give each of you a million dollars. Just untie me and we'll get you paid, eh?"

As the room descended into silence without a single person taking the offer, the front door swung open and Spider-Man casually walked inside. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.

"You guys open?" Peter asks as he picks up a menu. "I've always wanted to try Haggis."

"Haggis is from Scotland, you f*cking idiot!" Nesbitt couldn't hold his tongue as he turned to see who he just spoke to. "S-Spider-Man..."

Ignoring the man tied to a chair, Peter looked over at Natasha.

"If they don't sell haggis, then what do Irish people eat?" Peter asks in mock confusion.

"Potatoes, sir." Natasha answers with a smirk.

"I thought they didn't have potatoes?" Jessica joins in on the fun. "Wasn't there a famine or something?"

"..." Nesbitt was fuming at this point, though he kept his mouth shut in Spider-Mans presence.

"Yeah, hey baldy." Peter throws the menu away as he turns to the bound Irishman. "What kind of food do you serve here?"

"..." Nesbitt took a moment to calm himself before speaking. "I'd be happy to explain our menu, but I'm sure you're here for more important reasons."

*bang!*

Frank lifted his rifle and fired a single bullet at the back of Nesbitt's oblivious bald head, killing him instantly as his body toppled onto the restaurant floor.

"Aren't you supposed to be a hero?" Jessica asks as she watched everything unfold.

"Killing can be heroic too." Peter says with a shrug. "That man ordered what amounts to a terrorist attack on a crowded fair-"

"He deserved worse than he got." Frank cuts in as he walks over to Natasha, who already had a few of the crates cracked open. "That's definitely military grade."

Frank stared at the assault rifles for a good moment, as they reminded him of the exact ones that Cerberus Squad would use in Afghanistan.

"Okay, we have some information, so let's see if the other groups know anything more." Peter says as he opens a portal leading to the tower. "Bring the crates through and we'll have the cops deal with everything else."

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After supervising the group as they carried over the military crates, Peter called the Police Chief and had him take care of the rest of the cleanup.

With their work done, Peter opened a portal to a building across the street from a noisy biker bar, where a long row of motorcycles was parked outside.

"Same as before." Peter says as he shoos them away.

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Peter watched as the group ran over to the bar, and Jessica kicked over a motorcycle with a vindictive smirk, starting a chain reaction, as every motorcycle fell one after the other, like dominos, alerting the angry bikers inside.

Due to the perfect lore, which dragged every enemy out of the bar, the Dogs of Hell were even easier to handle compared to the Irish.

Once everything was taken care of, Peter came down and questioned their leader, Jimmy the Bear, who wasn't as talkative as the bald Irishman, though, after some time alone with Natasha, they couldn't get him to stop running his mouth.

Sadly, his story was the same and so was his end.

After Frank had his vengeance, they confiscated the military goods and left everything else for the police to handle.

"This is a waste of time..." Loki says in annoyance as they return to the tower with the second round of crates.

"We're getting military-grade weaponry off of the streets..." Matt says in confusion. "How is that a waste of time?"

"But it's so dreadfully boring..." Loki whines as he flops down on a nearby couch. "I want to know who this Blacksmith character is."

"..." Peter watched as the group talked amongst themselves, shocked that Loki seemed somewhat interested in the mystery behind all of this. 'This is a good doorway into crime-fighting for him...'

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After the crates were safely stored and everyone was slightly rested, Peter opened a portal to Juarez Mexico, where they would continue their little investigation.

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