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"You make great salad, May, I must commend you on that." George said as he laughed, while he, Aunt May, Peter and Gwen were eating dinner.
"Thank you, Mr. Stacy." Aunt May said.
"Oh, please, just 'George' is fine, you can call me that too, Peter." George said, chuckling as Peter chuckled back.
"Or maybe 'Captain', if you like." Peter said.
"Speaking of captains, when you were interning at Stark's, have you had the privilege of meeting other Avengers?" George asked as Peter, Gwen and Aunt May had instantly awkward looks.
"Well… very briefly. Once or twice. I met Mr. Stark most often." Peter said.
"And what impression did people like Captain America, Black Widow or others give you?" George asked.
"Dad, don't interrogate him." Gwen started.
"It's not an interrogation, I'd just like to know the kid's honest opinion." George said as Peter considered how to say as little as possible without exposing himself.
"Well, Cap is… an opposite of Mr. Stark, but they're both… nice people. Though, Mr. Stark could be controlling and arrogant and ignorant, and Cap too to an extent, I'll admit but he's humbler and I guess he's more inspiring than Mr. Stark could be." Peter said.
"And what's your opinion on the Avengers as heroes? Vigilantes?" George inquired.
"Vigilantes? You mean like Daredevil, Luke Cage or those people with glowing fists from Chinatown?" Peter asked and George nodded. "Honestly, I think that they're trying to do the same thing you do. Trying to help people, when the police can't." George raised his eyebrows. "I mean, the aliens attacking Manhattan or Hulk and the other big guy wrecking Harlem and then Luke Cage and Diamondback or Kilgrave enslaving the whole precinct and people at the docks. I'm just saying, there are things that the police aren't equipped or trained to do and that's why we need people like Spider-Man."
"I can understand that but the moment people like them take justice into their own hands, things get out of control. We have laws and rules for a reason and I know that the system isn't perfect but the instant we rely more on the vigilantes than on the police, people will lose faith in our work." George said. "Now, I'm not saying I disapprove of what they do and I get that we might not be able to take on bulletproof men or people who can mind-control us with few words, but the moment we rely on them more than on the police, people will lose hope in the system eventually.
This isn't the Wild West, where you can solve everything with trading blows and bullets. There must be rules to everything and while I get why we need people like the Avengers, look at what happened with Frank Castle. His family got caught in a crossfire in a war between mobs and he decided to take justice in his own hands, brutally killing any criminal, who has the misfortune of getting in his way. My point is that the police has its limits and the vigilantes should have them too and someone should keep them in check, otherwise, one day, we'll get someone worse than the Punisher and when a wrong person gets caught in the crossfire, we'll wish we had something like the Sokovian Accords in effect. Now I'll be honest, I approve of the idea but I disagree with what they've done, with putting people into black site without trial. Daredevil tried to stop the Punisher from getting more people killed and prevent collateral damage. Who's gonna look out for the other vigilantes to keep them in check, whether it's another vigilante or a cop or U.N.?"
The words were hanging in the air as Peter considered.
"As much as I like the philosophical debate about law and justice, how about we eat some dessert?" Aunt May said in an attempt to defuse the tense atmosphere.
"Sure." Gwen said immediately.
"I think I'd like that." George said.
"Well, I'd like to thank you for the dinner, May. Hope we can do that sometime soon." George said.
"Me too. Take care, George." Aunt May said as they kissed each other on their cheeks.
Elsewhere
Octavius was in his lair, observing on his screen as George was driving away with Gwen.
New York
"I like him, you know?" George said, while driving away with Gwen at the passenger seat. "He seems like a nice guy."
"Thanks, Dad." Gwen said before they noticed some sandstorm in front of them.
"There wasn't supposed to be any whirlwind today." George frowned but Gwen immediately realized what was going on and discreetly pressed the panic button on her spider-tracer before the storm flew towards George's car as it swerved and flipped, crashing to the side of the road and knocking them both out upon impact.
Hope I handled the conversation between George and Peter well and this is definitely not good. Sorry, if you didn't like how short this was but I wanted to get to more interesting things in the next chapter.
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