American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

When Peter stepped into the laboratory, there was still a chill on his body. The cold wind in the morning blew his cheeks a little bit. He exhaled and put down his schoolbag.

The warm air in the laboratory made his forehead sweat slightly. He took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair. Stark woke up and was still a little confused. Peter said: "I heard Dr. Troubled by a few things, it happens to be school holiday today, I'm not interested in those football games, I think we can solve these troubles together but first..."

He took out a bag from his schoolbag. He couldn't hold it because it was hot, and said, "I brought the best pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I swung fast enough to not get cold."

Then he turned his head and looked at the coffee machine in the corner, he put the bag of crepes aside, and ran to the coffee machine, fiddling with it and saying, "Let's have a cup of coffee, espresso from Dr. Schiller's. It's too bitter, I'm really not used to drinking it, let me see, I want a double milk and double sugar latte, what do you want? Mr. Stark?"

Stark sat by the window, resting his head on his hands, his head still groggy.

Peter's hustle and bustle carries a vigor and energy that is characteristic of his age, like the bustling morning in New York, although it seems too detached and a little comical, it is this energy that makes Stark. The heart, which had been frozen at night, began to beat again.

Peter held the two cups of coffee on the tray in one hand and the bag of pancakes in the other, and put them on the table.

Peter unwrapped the pancake, squeezed the extra sauce on top, and handed it to Stark, who didn't really like to take things, but he took it anyway, and took a bite.

In fact, Peter and Stark have different tastes. Peter likes to eat things with heavy seasonings, and likes to put various sauces, but Stark's taste is mild. He took a bite of the pancake, which kind of The flavor of Chongren's seasoning masked the flavor of the cake itself, and in Stark's opinion, it was not very tasty.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was just baked in the morning. Peter was very fast, and took it through most of the city of New York. It was not cold yet. With the fragrant coffee, Stark felt like a A heat surged in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.

During the whole night, Stark did not feel like crying, or rather, that emotion had been accumulating in his heart and could not reach his eyes.

But it was such an ordinary breakfast that made Stark feel saved. He never thought that he would be moved to cry for two dollars a piece of pancakes.

The opposite Peter didn't eat very well. He squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of sauce was still sticking to the corner of his mouth. As usual, he took a big bite and kept chewing in his mouth.

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The steaming breakfast made him sweat even more, and he tugged at the neckline, and the shape of his clothes became a little messy.

Such an image and this breakfast are out of tune with the environment of the Stark Building, which is full of cool-colored metals, various high-end experimental instruments, and regularly flashing lights.

It was as if someone had forcibly painted a colored paint on the cold and neat mechanical parts.

But Peter was not affected at all. He ate a pancake quickly, then poured a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed on the back of his chair and let out a contented sigh.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, "That's great, I used to eat it only once a week, because you know, although this one is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive. If you eat in the school cafeteria, you can get half the price."

"But I really don't like eating sausages in the school cafeteria, so whenever Uncle Ben gives me pocket money, I eat it once."

"Gwen also likes to eat here, and now we have a meal every day after school. I always complained that there were not enough seats there, but with Gwen, we huddled in the corner, chatting while eating, and more than that. Is it a good thing?"

Stark glanced down at his hand. There was only a piece of wrapping paper left for the entire pancake, and there was still some sauce left on it, and the coffee on his left had bottomed out.

"It's my first time eating this," Stark said.

Peter said a little surprised: "No way? Pancakes are quite popular in our place. Almost everyone in the school likes to eat them."

"You know Thompson, right? I mentioned to you before, the big football guy in our class, he can eat 5 servings in one go, last time he asked me to bring him breakfast, if it wasn't because he gave it For my extra tip, I'm not carrying so many bags."

Then Peter said lightly, "But it doesn't matter, there must be a first time for everything, how about it? It tastes good, doesn't it?"

Stark tutted his mouth. He had to admit that in fact, human tastes like richer flavors. Although those sauces may not be healthy, they are actually delicious.

After eating, Peter stood in front of the experimental table. He wanted to see if Stark had any new mecha ideas, and then he found the stacks of books and materials.

Contrary to Pepper, Peter can understand the complex experimental data, but he can't understand such long speeches at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it, then covered his eyes and said, "I don't seem to know English anymore, help! I seem to know every word in it, but it seems to be unfamiliar..."

"I think sooner or later, you have to learn this too," Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said, "That's why my dream was never to start a company, or to be the richest man in the world or something, I know I can't figure it out, I might not even be able to hire an employee because I don't know. What are they thinking, maybe the business talks are a mess..."

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened.

Peter's words reminded him that in fact, he is not being forced to learn these things, but he chose to keep the Stark Group. In fact, if he chooses to give up the company and choose to be an independent street hero like Peter , then he actually doesn't need to look at these things at all.

As long as he still has the brain of his genius, he can make mechas even if he goes to the garbage dump to pick up materials.

Then why did he choose to keep the company? Stark thought that learning these things seemed no less painful than digging through the garbage.

Then Stark thought of Pepper, and Obadiah, and his father.

At this time, Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is visiting."

"Close the door and refuse to visit."

But it was too late. Steve had appeared at the door of the laboratory. He crossed his arms and said, "Schiller said you seemed to be in some trouble, so I came here to laugh at you."

"Shut up, or I'll put on the mecha and beat you up right now."

"I haven't counted with you yet. You bombed my account with mecha."

"That's what you deserve."

The two exchanged a few words, and they were about to make a move. Peter stood between them and stopped them with his arms outstretched.

Steve said, "I originally had some clues about your father's relics. It seems that you don't want to hear them."

Stark was choked for a moment, and he said suspiciously: "My father has other relics, are you lying to me?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know the truth about your father's death, but I know it's not that simple, and he may have been prepared..."

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where's the stuff?"

"Actually it's where Stark Industries used to be, but you'd better not get your hopes up, he won't put anything important there."

"You mean Howard Motors? Jarvis, is that where you got your Obadiah research last time?"

"Yes, sir, but this old site has two locations. Stark Industries has relocated. I have sent mechas to search both locations."

"Looks like you really care about your father," Steve said.

"I didn't, I just..."

"No, I mean it seriously. You don't have to deny it. I can only tell you that the actions your father participated in and his death were not that simple. He..."

Steve paused, seeming hesitant, but said, "Maybe he's not a good father in your opinion, but in my opinion he must be a good partner, what do you think made the difference? ?"

Stark frowned, he heard what Steve seemed to be reminding him on purpose, but he didn't want to say more, which made him feel a little anxious.

He now understands the intention of Schiller to let him read these theoretical books, and now he can find the corresponding entry in his mind for every move of Steve, which makes it easier for Stark to look at his attitude from a more objective point of view. , in the past, he would have grabbed Steve by the collar long ago, and had to ask him to say one, two, or three.

But now, he can feel that Steve wants to remind him of something, but he can't say it clearly, even if he asks, it will be a fight at most, and Steve may still think that he is being unreasonable.

For the first time, Stark felt the magic of these things he had learned, which could save him from wasting his efforts, and could also make him appear smarter and less elusive in the eyes of the other party.

Steve saw that Stark had no reaction, just thinking in place, he was also a little surprised, what happened to Stark today? Are you sick? He had been prepared for Stark's hysteria and had to force him to tell the truth.

Does Stark also know what's not working?

But it's not impossible, Steve thought, the Stark family are all extremely smart people, maybe the little Stark just didn't like him in the past, and he should be reliable in business.

Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere among the adults, so he could only ask, "Captain, do you want a cup of coffee?"

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"Oh, yes." Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, and he said, "This is the lunch box I took from Dr. Schiller a few days ago, Captain, if you pass by the clinic, help me return it to him. , by the way, there are also two pancakes in it, one for each of you, and the sauce is placed in the grid next to it..."

Steve took a look at the lid and said, "Bring it all to Schiller, I'm not used to this kind of sauce with too much sauce, in fact, I don't know why you guys love Mexican food so much, then The taste is too overwhelming."

"Okay, then bring it all to the doctor, we'll see you later."

After Steve left, the mechas flew in from the window soon. One of the mechas was carrying a somewhat worn leather bag. Stark couldn't care about the dust on it. There was only a slightly worn notebook inside.

Stark opened the notebook and took a look. Half of the notebook should have been soaked in wine. After he opened it, he did not find any useful information.

It is indeed Howard's handwriting, but most of it is some nonsense written by him when he is drunk, and some messy underlines, the letters are all written in a mess, and nothing can be seen.

Stark put down the notebook, feeling a little disappointed but also relieved.

His father better not be a savior at this time, Howard is not the person he should think of when he is sad and disappointed,

Genius, Stark thought, there can only be one genius Stark in this world, and that is him, Tony Stark.

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