Chapter 659: Testing Powers Before Setting Off

Chapter 659: Testing Powers Before Setting Off

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Later that day, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the cityscape, Peter and Miles stood on the edge of the mirror dimension, observing Mateo and his Uncle Aaron as they practiced their newfound powers. The secluded landscape provided them with the perfect training ground, free from the prying eyes of the outside world.

Mateo stood atop his apartment building, summoning arcs of electricity, crackling and dancing across his body, shooting bolts of lightning with a flick of his fingers. Nearby, Aaron focused his concentration, sending waves of frost spiraling outward, encasing nearby objects in a layer of shimmering ice.

With each passing moment, Mateo and Aaron grew more accustomed to their abilities, honing their control and understanding of their newfound powers. Peter watched closely, taking mental notes of their progress and cataloging the range and scope of their abilities.

As Aaron demonstrated his abilities, freezing puddles of water and even conjuring intricate ice sculptures with a flick of his wrist, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had expected Aaron's powers to mirror those of Frozone when they first appeared, and he was pleased to see that his assumptions were correct.

Meanwhile, Mateo's powers proved to be more complex than initially anticipated. While he displayed an impressive command over electricity, Peter noted subtle nuances in his abilities, hinting at a deeper connection to electromagnetism.

As Mateo focused his concentration, a faint hum filled the air as nearby metal objects began to levitate, responding to his subconscious commands. Peter watched with keen interest, intrigued by the potential applications of Mateo's unique abilities.

However, despite the progress they had made, Peter knew that mastering their powers would require time and dedication. Mateo's abilities, in particular, seemed to hold untapped potential, waiting to be unlocked through trial and experimentation.

'He could do a lot with electromagnetism' Peter thought, though he knew it would take time for Mateo discover and fine tune every ability that came with his powers. But for now, all he could do was produce and control electricity, and levitate metal objects.

With a satisfied nod, Peter made a mental note to continue training sessions with Mateo after this, helping him harness his newfound abilities to their fullest potential.nove(l)bi(n.)com

"Do you really think he can beat Centurion?" Miles asked as he watched his counterpart practice. "I mean, I've never seen a Kang before, but from what you've told me, they sound like boogeymen or something. Are you sure he can do it?"

Giving Mateo a scrutinizing look, Peter hesitantly shook his head. "No, he's still not strong enough"

Miles frowned, expecting that answer. "So, how are we going to break it to him?"

"We don't." Peter replied simply. "He wouldn't listen anyway. Would you listen to us if it was your dad that was killed?" He asked, receiving a complicated look in return. "See, you two are more alike than you realize."

" I never thought we were different." Miles grumbled.

"But he does." Peter said, glancing back at Mateo.

Miles nodding sadly beside him. "Yeah"

"Don't take it too hard. He's had it rough and then you show up, a version of himself with a life he would kill for. Just give him time and I'm sure he'll come around." Peter patted Miles on the back, reassuring him. "Anyway, we're getting off topic. As I was saying, he's too focused on avenging his dad, which is why we'll have to watch his back."

Confusion flickered across Mateo's face as he shook his head. "No, Mom, everything's fine," he replied hesitantly.

Rio raised an eyebrow, revealing that she had received a call from Mateo's school, informing her of his absence. She began to scold him for skipping school.

Realizing he hadn't attended school due to recent events, Mateo apologized to his mother, who demanded to know why he hadn't gone.

Mateo hesitated, scrambling for an excuse, but Aaron stepped in, explaining, "He was with me, Rio."

Rio redirected her frustration towards Mateo's Uncle, demanding, "Why did you think it was okay to keep him from school!? You should know better!"

Mateo intervened, confessing, "I was already skipping when Uncle Aaron found me, Mom. He took me home." He then promised, "I won't skip again I'm sorry."

As the tension dissipated, Mateo gave his mother a surprisingly strong hug, leaving her perplexed. "I love you, Mom," he said softly, unable to say anything about his plans.

After all, she would definitely freak out if she learned that he planned to kill the president, even if she hates the piece of sh*t just as much as he does.

Rio's brow furrowed in confusion, but she returned her son's sentiment. "I love you too, Mijo. Just don't skip school anymore, okay? You had me worried"

"I won't I promise"

Ten minutes later, Miles and Aaron made their way back up to the rooftop, finding Peter and Mateo waiting for them. Peter glanced at them expectantly. "Are you both ready now?" he asked, his tone filled with determination.

"Yeah, my mom is already asleep" Mateo nodded, a sense of resolve shining in his eyes as he tapped a button on his watch. Suddenly, his Prowler suit activated, expanding to cover his entire body, including his face with a satisfying click of the mask.

His uncle, Aaron, opted for a simpler approach, pulling on a ski mask to conceal his identity. With a nod from Mateo, they were both ready to proceed.

Miles, wanting to maintain anonymity as revealing his identity would also reveal Mateo's, donned his mask as well, blending in seamlessly with the group.

However, Peter chose not to hide his identity, knowing that this universe wasn't his own, and therefore, his face held no significance in the grand scheme of things.

With a wave of his hand, Peter opened a shimmering portal, leading them straight into the heart of the White House. Stepping through one by one, they emerged into the Oval Office, their senses on high alert. "?!"

Seeing that the room was empty, they prepared to start their search, but before they could make a move, a holographic figure materialized before them. It was Centurion, a confident smirk plastered on his smug face.

"Finally, you took so long getting here Do you know how long you've kept me waiting?" He asked, his eyes landing on Peter, ignoring everyone else.

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