To avoid being forced to choose between the Symbiote's arrival on Earth and the clash between the two Hulks, Peter felt it necessary to determine the Life Foundation's specific movements in advance.
Peter felt it was necessary to first determine the specific movements of the Life Foundation.
It would be best if he could constantly monitor the status and timing of the drake Rocket's return to Earth.
And this... would require Peter to hack into the Life Foundation's internal network for monitoring.
With this thought in mind, Peter immediately attempted to do so at home after parting ways with Gwen.
The result was a bit embarrassing.
The Life Foundation's network security department had experts; he had barely been hacked in for less than half an hour before he was discovered and his access was blocked.
Although Peter could certainly break through their firewall again if he spent some time cramming network security knowledge...
Doing so felt somewhat "inefficient" for Peter.
Compared to teaching himself hacking skills, Peter preferred to directly recruit a genius hacker to work for him.
Right?
Future senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent "Quake," Ms. Skye?
For the current Peter, finding someone wasn't a difficult task.
Setting aside private methods, just looking at public means, there were two paths: S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York police registration system.
To avoid his father-in-law asking endless questions upon hearing the female name Skye...
Peter chose to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.
Pulling out his long-unused secure phone, Peter directly placed a call to "Black Widow" Natasha Romanoff.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Peter? How rare. So you actually remember me?"
Natasha's voice remained lazy and sexy, sounding inexplicably like she was flirting with him.
"What? Is there an empty-nester old lady who needs my care?" Peter joked with Natasha in a light tone.
Hearing Peter call her an "empty-nester old lady," Natasha's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of feigned annoyance:
"Don't go too far! I'm only seven years older than you!"
"Only, seven, years," Peter emphasized the keywords for her, causing another long silence of annoyance from the other end of the line.
After a long while, Natasha spoke again, but this time the seductive tone was gone, replaced by a cold, business-like manner:
"Speak. What do you want?"
"It's nothing big, I just need a small favor." Peter rattled off everything he remembered about Quake in one breath:
"I need detailed information on a hacker from the organization 'Rising Tide'."
"Her name is Skye, but her real name... should be Daisy Johnson."
"Please help me find her current specific address."
"Oh?" Natasha on the other end suddenly perked up:
"You want me to help you find a woman? Aren't you afraid your little girlfriend will be jealous?"
"A real man has to learn time management."
Perhaps because he didn't have much desire for Natasha, Peter spoke very casually, mainly focusing on how to boast.
"Mr. Peter sure knows how to talk a big game," Black Widow on the other end couldn't help but roll her eyes, retorting without being polite.
Perhaps because Peter acted so casually, even though Natasha knew he was strong and had the power to control her life or death at any time, she still felt strangely relaxed when communicating with him.
She even subconsciously stretched while talking to Peter.
Her proud bust, which even loose silk pajamas couldn't hide, became even fuller because of this movement, and even the fastened buttons bore the "unbearable weight of life."
Unfortunately, because her room was empty, no one could appreciate this beautiful sight.
"Will helping you find this Daisy cancel out one of the favors S.H.I.E.L.D. owes you?" Natasha asked while opening her Agent laptop to search for the information.
"You're dreaming!" Peter couldn't help but complain:
"Doesn't your conscience hurt, trying to cancel a favor with such a simple task?"
"Ah~ if it's not official business, then it's a personal favor~" Natasha suddenly changed her tone, returning to that seductive persona:
"Since I'm personally helping you with this small favor, how should you repay me... how about taking me to dinner?"
What a vixen; has she already leveled up her seduction skill into a passive ability?
Peter complained in his heart, but said aloud:
"Friendly reminder, Gwen's punching power is over 20 tons. If you're confident you won't be killed by one of her punches, I don't mind inviting you to dinner."
Hearing this somewhat ridiculous number, Natasha secretly stuck out her tongue, and the image of Gwen pounding her chest with small fists involuntarily popped into her mind...
Even if she had two high-quality airbags, she wouldn't be able to withstand that!
After a brief silence, Natasha finally gave up on her teasing and reported the search results seriously:
"There are fourteen people with that name in New York City, and only three are between the ages of 10 and 20.
Two live at xxx and xxx... and one has no fixed address but attends a church school in Brooklyn."
After committing the name of the church school to memory, Peter nodded with satisfaction and, after a moment's hesitation, offered a polite remark:
"Thanks. I'll buy you a coffee next time."
"Forget it. I prefer vodka over coffee."
"Unfortunately, I'm not 21 yet. If you don't mind waiting three years, I can buy you a vodka then."
...After having Herman send an internship invitation to the church school where Daisy Johnson was located under the name of Parker Tech, Peter soon obtained Skye's current address and contact information.
Thus, the next morning, Peter, wearing his suit, arrived at a van in a Brooklyn park on his flying skateboard.
He pulled open the unlocked van door.
Peter's gaze met that of an Asian girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll.
The girl, who was typing on a keyboard, first stopped her movements and looked at Peter with a wary expression, which was then immediately replaced by surprise and joy:
"You... you're Arbitrator?"
Seeing her fan-girl attitude, Peter couldn't help but whistle in his heart.
It seemed she was a fan; if that was the case, things would be much easier.
It made sense; Skye's organization, 'Rising Tide', was originally a political hacker group that advocated for 'freedom of information and speech.'
For hackers like them who loved breaking rules, it was quite reasonable to admire a "Arbitrator" who disregarded laws and regulations.
With that thought, Peter didn't hesitate and decisively extended his hand to her:
"Ms. Skye, are you interested in working for me and becoming a member of the The Shadowless?