The Amazing Spider-Man of Young Justice (Season 1)

Martin Li

Peter was suddenly knocked back out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. It was  Aunt May at the door, a tall man beside her. The man was of Chinese descent, with neatly styled black hair and an impeccable suit that gave off an air of both authority and approachability. His eyes were sharp yet kind, and his expression was one of calm confidence.

"Peter, hi. You came quickly." she said as Peter got back off the chair.

"I was in the neighborhood." Peter replied, ending with a slight awkward chuckle. "And who's this?"

"Oh, right. I'd like you to meet Martin Li," Aunt May said, smiling warmly. "Martin, this is my nephew, Peter Parker."

Peter extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Li."

Martin Li shook Peter's hand with a firm grip. Peter couldn't help but get a... familiar feeling from him. "I've heard so much about you, Peter. Your aunt speaks very highly of you."

"Funny, I haven't heard anything about you," Peter replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

May chuckled. "Well, Martin is the new founder of F.E.A.S.T. He's been a major supporter of our cause and has done so much for the community already."

Martin nodded, his smile broadening. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter. F.E.A.S.T. is very important to me, and your aunt has been a tremendous help. She's a real inspiration."

"Thanks. Aunt May's pretty great," Peter said, shooting a fond look at his aunt. "So, Mr. Li, what made you want to get involved with F.E.A.S.T.?"

"Please, call me Martin," he insisted. "I grew up in a similar neighborhood, and I've seen firsthand how much places like this can mean to people. Giving back to the community is something I've always been passionate about."

"That's really cool," Peter said, genuinely impressed. "It's nice to see people who care about making a difference."

Just then, Martin's phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen, and his smile faltered. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this," he said, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

"Of course," Aunt May said understandingly. "We'll catch up later."

Peter watched as Martin hurriedly walked away, his demeanor changing the moment he answered the call. There was something about the way he moved, the sudden tension in his shoulders, that made Peter's spider-sense tingle ever so slightly.

"Is everything alright?" Peter asked once Martin was out of earshot.

Aunt May nodded, though her brow furrowed slightly. "I'm sure it's just some urgent business. Martin's a very busy man."

Peter's gaze lingered on the door where Martin had exited. "Yeah... I'm sure it is."

Aunt May walked back to her desk, noticing the picture of a young Teresa and Peter in his hand. She smiled softly and said, "Reliving old memories?"

Peter, realizing he still had the picture, gently placed it back on the bookshelf. "I guess," he replied, then walked to the chair on the opposite side of Aunt May's desk.

"You two were always so cute together. I remember when you both—"

"May," Peter interrupted quickly. "I'd rather we not talk about my dead sister."

"Oh... okay," she said, her eyes dropping slightly. She shook her head, refocusing on the present. "It's been a while since we've had a proper talk."

"Had what?" Peter asked, still distractedly glancing at the door through which Martin had exited.