Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Is it humanity itself?"

Peter Parker looked at Stark in confusion, and the latter put his chin on one hand and smiled in surprise.

"Kid, you are indeed very smart. In fact, you are human beings themselves. Do you know how much gravitational acceleration humans can only withstand? Do you know that at the speed of the second universe, just a turn or a slight collision will have serious consequences for the driver? How many cattle collisions did the crew cause?

God, most of our steel armors now have shock-absorbing and shock-absorbing systems. But you know, the same volume minus these parts and all replaced by other structures.

Or would it be terrible to simply switch to thicker armor and more weapon systems?

When technology reaches its peak, the breakthrough point will return to humans themselves. So, kid, are you excited? "

Stark looked at Peter Parker with interest, who swallowed hard with his eyes wide.

"Mr. Stark, I don't know, this is amazing."

"It's indeed amazing, but kid, you haven't been admitted to Stanford or Harvard yet. Let's talk about these things after you are admitted. You should be able to pass."

Peter Parker nodded excitedly.

"Hey, it looks like I disturbed some people's family time. Oh, what are you wearing? God, what bad taste is this. It looks like Wade's face."

Steve opened the door and walked in with his low-quality aura.

Stark's smile did not disappear, but there was something called fighting spirit in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that a redneck like you could find a place. It seems that the designer of Stark Industries can get off work. He doesn't even have the design ability to keep an old farmer out of the core."

"Oh, there's really no need to be so harsh, Stark. I got all the way here just by smelling the acrimonious smell on your body. To be honest, is that your gift to this kid?"

Steve pointed to the spider suit in Parker's hand, and the surprise on his face didn't look like he was faking it.

"Yes, compared to a certain old guy. I have always been more generous with children. Let me guess what you did for this child?

Force him to put on that sportswear and become a stupid white potato?

You know, if I were dressed like this at his age, I would be bullied to death by the damn school bullies. "

"That's you Tony, you're a sissy who can dress up as a Goth prince and still get bullied. But seriously, Parker, you have Stark to thank.

The premise is that this thing is given to you voluntarily by him, and the two of you have not signed any lifelong slavery contract.

You know, that's what capitalists like to do. "

Steve stared at Stark warily.

"Mr. Steve, Mr. Stark didn't do any of this. We agreed that I would go to Stanford or Harvard."

Parker felt he should argue.

"MIT is pretty good, too."

Stark added in time, and Steve nodded and said with deep understanding.

“Stanford College of Electrical Engineering and MIT Vocational and Technical College are both pretty good, but I would still reject Harbin College.

At your age you should stay away from religion. "

Parker narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a 'are you fucking kidding me' expression.

Sometimes he really couldn't tell what he, the principal, knew about the world.

It's like everyone is living in this world with various colored glasses, but Steve is wearing a pair of fucking kaleidoscopes.

"Oh! God! Get out of my laboratory with the shit in your head. You are simply tainting the modern technology in this laboratory. Damn it, can't you continue to freeze in the sea like an old popsicle? "

Stark finally gave in. He had never beaten Steve in terms of inferiority.

I don’t know how this guy was chosen to become a super soldier in the first place.

He clearly remembered that this project had very high requirements on the character and morality of the experimenters.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I thought this was just a way to have fun between us, Parker, we have to go back. Gunnar called and said your homework was here, and they called a semi."

Steve left with a desperate Parker, who felt that he must save the entire universe in the future.

Otherwise, why would you torture yourself like this?

Stark watched the two people leaving without getting up, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Jarvis, what did Steve do in your computer room just now?"

"Warn me not to pry into his personal privacy again, otherwise he will definitely come and dismantle all my circuit boards."

"Huh? Didn't he say that those movies were all produced by Wade?"

Stark frowned, but nodded and spoke.

"Set the priority of this command to the highest level."

"Yes, sir."

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Steve didn't stay long after taking Parker back to San Diego Middle School. He also had a student to pay a home visit.

Central Street in New York City, where Kingpin returned again after a brief absence.

Some people are born to be extraordinary.

There is no doubt about this.

For example, at this moment, none of Jin Bin's men could figure out who this guy was holding a cigar and crossing his legs in front of Jin Bin.

Steve took a deep drag on the cigar, not holding it in his mouth for a while before spitting it out like the Kingpin did.

He spit it out quickly like a guy who didn't know how to smoke yet, and complained wantonly.

"Do you really think this thing was rubbed on a girl's thigh? I mean, what if the person rubbing this cigar is a fat guy or a sloppy guy? Is it okay to smoke it?"

"Haha, Steve, you are such a funny guy."

Kingpin said with a smile, waving to his own men.

Suddenly the flat floor at the top of the building was empty.

"How's school Richard?"

"I live a good life. I have a smart mind and good physical fitness. Whether I study hard or become an athlete, I can become an elite. You know, I am a little envious of you at this point."

"He's just like his mother. Why did you come to me?"

"I can probably tell that you have abandoned a lot of humanity now, but I don't care. There will be many changes in New York, or in the next world.

I don't think there's going to be a horde of super-powered criminals popping up in a few months, and I hope you can find a way to make them all obey.

Otherwise I'd just have to plow every night, you know, for an old guy my age.

It's really a bit too unfriendly. "