chapter eight
"Hey! Dude, you're that Superman in the newspaper? Wait, your new outfit is so cool!"
Even Wakanda, who is far away in Africa, knows that there is a Superman in New York who is very popular. As a local, Tony cannot be unaware of it, and he also needs to know much more.
He was very surprised by Superman's sudden visit, and he didn't understand when he became related to such a character.
However, he is not worried about what Superman will do to him, regardless of his identity, but that he cannot resist.
On the contrary, he was very sharp-eyed and recognized the extraordinary quality of Peter's vibranium suit at a glance, whether it was the different technology or materials on it.
Even the file box in his hand seemed to be the same.
As a scientist, he was naturally fascinated immediately, and he didn't even care if his windows were broken.
"Thank you. I like the new ones too." Peter replied.
"Where did you get it? If possible... Oh, sorry, pretend I didn't tell you."
Tony shook his head mid-sentence and resumed his yuppie attitude of a billionaire and a playboy.
"Tell me, Superman, why did you come to my house suddenly?"
At least, judging from Superman's tone, it shouldn't be detrimental to him... right?
Peter was about to answer when the bedroom door was suddenly knocked open and a flexible fat man rushed in.
"Boss, the house alarm was suddenly triggered! Someone broke in... eh?"
He looked at Peter and Tony, who were standing opposite each other, and swallowed his words, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Did I come at the wrong time?"
Tony pressed his temples, hesitating a little, but still said: "It's okay... you go outside and wait first."
"Is it really okay?" Happy looked carefully at Peter, who was dressed in strange clothes.
Superman + Batman? So wild?
"Of course! Do you want me to say it a second time?"
"Okay, okay, boss." Happy hesitated, glanced at the two people in the room for the last time, and closed the door.
"Okay, man, now there are two of us left. Where did we just talk?" Tony walked to the sofa and sat down and said.
Peter smiled slightly, "Ask me if I can get you a set too..."
"Isn't it right? It's obviously me asking you what's wrong..." Tony said, suddenly stunned for a moment.
"Wait, are you telling the truth? Can you really get me another set?"
he said ecstatically.
"Of course, but I have a condition."
"No problem, how can you get such a cool thing without spending any money?" Tony said nonchalantly, as if he was spending a lot of money.
"It doesn't cost much, I just need to lend you your head." Peter said calmly.
Tony, who was smiling broadly, suddenly stiffened, "My head?"
"Yes." Peter looked at Tony with a smile, as if he wanted to see through him, which made Tony feel a little creepy.
I cried out sadly in my heart: It’s over, I didn’t expect this guy to have really bad intentions! You actually want to chop off my head!
Seeing Tony's look, Peter knew that he was done teasing him, and finally said: "You are the smartest brain I have ever seen on earth. I hope you can help me research something."
The sound was like the sound of nature in Tony's ears. He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came back to his senses, he found that dense cold sweat had broken out on his back.
He said harshly: "Ha... you have good taste."
"You agreed?" Peter asked.
"Can I say no?"
Peter smiled, "No, you won't refuse, right?"
Tony rolled his eyes;
"So, what do you want me to help you research? Is this in your hand...?"
He looked at the vibranium file box.
Whether it's a vibranium suit or something that even Superman needs to ask others to research, it's very curious.
Peter threw the vibranium file box directly to Tony, but Tony just let it fall on the sofa. Peter didn't care and said, "Open it and take a look."
"What is this thing, so heavy?" Tony took hold of it.
"Just what you want."
"real or fake?"
Tony couldn't wait to open it and saw a black and white battle suit inside the file box, but...it looked like it was a women's model.
"Isn't this the suit you're talking about?" His face was stiff. This was different from what he imagined!
Peter nodded, "This suit is only a semi-finished product. I need you to complete the next part. Of course, during this period, this suit is yours."
Okay, although I didn’t get a cool and dazzling suit as I imagined, it seems pretty good, right?
Tony looked at the spider suit in the file box and thought to himself,
With this, perhaps, one of his previous ideas is not impossible to realize...
Then, he heard the dozens of features requested by Peter, and even Tony Stark's face fell.
It may not be a problem to give these things to him after a few years, but now, it is really a challenge for Tony, who has not even made Mark 1.
"Okay, okay," he unfolded his suit, "I'll try my best...huh? Why does this clothes look familiar to me? I think I've seen it somewhere?"
Peter was not surprised by this;
"It's Spider-Woman, she's on TV. If you're interested, you can go investigate, of course, as long as you don't disturb her."
"Can I ask...what's your relationship with her? No offense, but you are both...superheroes? I'm a little curious about this."
Peter smiled slightly, "You can go investigate."
Tony had no choice but to give up, "Okay, I won't explore further."
He looked at the suit and became even more frightened after taking a closer look.
This piece of clothing alone could fetch at least several billion if sold. This is still a marketable but priceless situation.
And this is just a semi-finished product.
It's not that he lacks the money, but the scientific knowledge and materials contained in it are priceless.
Just to give it to a street heroine is a waste of money.
So what is their relationship?
"I have to say, you are so good to her, so good that I'm a little jealous." Tony exhaled.
Why, only the Dutch spider is allowed to have you as a father, and the Gwen spider is not allowed to have a superman like him... a child?
Peter secretly despised me and said, "As an extra reward, you can call my name when you need help later."
"it works?"
"Maybe."
"..."
Because of the delay at Tony's, Peter got home a little late.
Even if he is a native of the motherland who dominates the country outside, when he returns home, he still has to finish his cold meal obediently under the watchful eyes of my uncle and aunt.
Tony shouldn't be able to finish it so quickly. He needs to be given some time to accumulate skills, and then he has to find a way to send the suit to Gwen...
After eating, Peter was in the bedroom, stroking his chin and thinking, and his expression suddenly changed.
At the same time, there was a bang and the sound of heavy objects crashing outside the window.
He quickly opened the window and saw a white figure struggling to hold on to the edge of the window. A long wound was torn open under his ribs, and blood was pouring out, staining the black and white uniform red.
It’s Gwen!
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