Marvel: I Can Summon

Wanda, who would not usually call Pietro "brother," was now desperate. "Brother, Pietro, as long as you don't die, I will call you brother from now on."

"Really... really? Wanda," Pietro said weakly.

"Really, brother," Wanda nodded earnestly.

But the next second, Wanda was dumbfounded.

Pietro, who seemed to be on the brink of death just a moment ago, suddenly jumped up and triumphantly said, "Wanda, you said it! You'll call me brother from now on."

Wanda looked at Pietro's body and, apart from the blood, saw no wound. She was initially relieved but then became furious. "Pietro! You were already saved by Kyle when you asked me to call you brother, weren't you?!"

Pietro, embarrassed at having his ploy uncovered, still insisted, "No, I really started getting better after you called me brother."

"I don't believe you!" Wanda roared angrily. "You lied to me first, so what I just said doesn't count."

Seeing the two siblings about to quarrel again, Kyle had a headache.

"Okay, you two, enough. Let's focus on what happened today," Kyle said.

When it came to serious matters, the two stopped bickering.

Pietro explained, "Just now, on the way home, a few cars surrounded Wanda and me, and a dozen people got out. They claimed to be your friends and demanded we go with them. I wanted to call you to confirm, but they grabbed my phone. When things escalated, we resisted, and they drew their guns. I was shot while covering Wanda, but I managed to get us home."

After hearing Pietro's account, Kyle fell into deep thought.

Wanda and Pietro were just high school students. Kyle had strictly forbidden them from using their powers outside of their home, so it was unlikely they had attracted unwanted attention or enemies. The real target was undoubtedly Kyle himself.

The attackers didn't come directly for him, indicating they had some knowledge about his capabilities and decided to target Wanda and Pietro as leverage. They didn't anticipate the siblings' abilities.

A cold killing intent flashed in Kyle's eyes. Anyone who targeted him or his loved ones didn't deserve to live.

He picked up the phone and dialed Wilson Fisk's number.

"Kyle, what's up?" Wilson answered.

"Wilson, Wanda and Pietro were just attacked. Pietro nearly died," Kyle said.

"Where?" Wilson's tone turned serious.

"In New York."

"Is Pietro alright?" Wilson asked.

"He's fine now, but a few minutes later, it could've been a different story," Kyle replied.

Wilson was silent for a moment before saying, "Kyle, I'll handle this."

"No, these people are after me. Help me find out who they are, and I'll deal with them personally," Kyle said firmly.

"Give me ten minutes," Wilson replied and hung up.

"Kyle, are you going to confront these people?" Pietro asked.

"Of course. Should I just let them go?" Kyle rolled his eyes.

"I want to go with you," Pietro said eagerly.

"Me too," Wanda added.

Kyle nearly laughed at their audacity. "You two? Are you trying to get yourselves killed? I've told you to run when in danger. Pietro, with your speed, you could've avoided the gunfire. Wanda, you should've disrupted their minds. Instead, you both almost got yourselves killed. What am I supposed to do with you two?"

Chastised, Wanda and Pietro lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Just then, Wilson called back.

"Wilson, who did it?" Kyle asked directly.

"The Black Fire Gang in Queens, at the 17th block of Field Street. They're heavily armed and tricky, but they never expand their territory or steal business, which is why I've left them alone," Wilson explained.

"They don't expand or compete... Are they in this business for charity? Interesting," Kyle mused, sensing a conspiracy. "Thanks, Wilson."

"Need any help?" Wilson offered.

"Just a bunch of jokers," Kyle dismissed and hung up.

He turned to Wanda and Pietro. "Stay home. Don't make any trouble." With that, Kyle vanished, reappearing in the 17th block of Field Street.

As soon as he appeared, a thug spotted him, pulled out a pistol, and arrogantly said, "Hey, leave your valuables and get lost. This is Black Fire Gang territory."

"Then I must be in the wrong place," Kyle smiled.

"What do you mean? Come here—" The thug frowned, but before he could finish, a bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows.

"0.2% energy. Looks like today's going to be productive," Kyle muttered, stepping into the block.