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"So——" Tony Stark looked at the trembling boy standing in front of him with an unusually critical look, with a slight disgust in his tone, "—this is Spider-Man?"

A head of soft curly hair, a pair of dog eyes looking at him eagerly, a young and immature face has been taut since standing in front of him, and the tension is obvious.

Tony looked at Peter, looked down at the Spider-Man collection posted on YouTube, and looked up at Peter.

Peter: "...No! I'm not Spider-Man! Mr. Stark, I just made it for fun, you know-Spider-Man has been very popular on YouTube recently, I just want to give my account Add some heat!"

Peter waved his hands again and again, looking flustered and bewildered. Accelerator couldn't stand the look of a problem.

He couldn't hide a secret at all.

Tony was amused by him, "Spiderman, who is very popular on YouTube, is so boastful, do your fans know?"

He deliberately bit the words "very popular on YouTube" very hard, with obvious ridicule.

Peter's thin ears turned red immediately, and he tried to retort Tony calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Stark."

He and Tony are separated by a coffee table at this time, one sits and one stands, one relaxes and the other tense.

Peter’s backpack was placed on the transparent table of the coffee table. In the open backpack, the red and blue spider suit was stuffed brightly inside. People with sharp eyes could even see Peter clutching the spider web over New York. Scratch marks and some dust stains when walking.

Accelerator looked at Peter who was dying and trying to put on his vest that had been completely lost, walked over with a blank expression, and took away the backpack and the clothes inside.

Accelerator: "I'll go and upgrade your battle suit."

The biggest advantage of moving to Tony Stark's house is that the richest man in New York, who is not short of money, bought him a well-equipped laboratory directly, enough for a party to give Peter or make some gadgets for himself.

Tony: "Do you need my help? I'm an expert on this."

Then he stood up and took out Peter's suit from the almost brand-new schoolbag. After wearing it for a while and washing it frequently, he could still see that the color on the spider's suit was indeed not as bright as it was at the beginning, and it had just debuted. Because of his inexperience in combat, the little hero always relied on his own strength to deal with dagger bullets when fighting criminals. Even materials that are resistant to falling and wear cannot withstand such wear and tear. Many places have already been repaired by Accelerator for Peter. The result is inevitably not as smooth and beautiful as the initial lines.

"Wow," he raised his eyebrows, "this is really... Ike, your suit making skills are not very good, and you still use this fiber-like fabric that can be torn if you tear it, inside..."

Tony squeezed it with his hands, and carefully felt the feel, "...Metal mesh? This is not acceptable. Although it can prevent knives and bullets, the impact force cannot be eliminated."

"But the material is quite interesting. It is a fabric that has never been seen on the market. Did you make it yourself?"

Accelerator doesn't care if Tony Stark says his skills are poor, because he hasn't done these things before, and he only learns from books when he needs them.

And he is not good at arguing with others.

Accelerator: "Design the structure and entrust the factory to process it. Although it is not strong enough, it is resistant to falling and wear. Peter's physical fitness is very good, so it can be used at present. The main reason is that there are very few materials suitable for making battle suits on the market. Hard to buy."

Tony looked at the suit again and again, asked his AI steward to enter the data of the suit, stored it in the database, and then threw the suit back to Peter.

Tony: "Hang it up as a souvenir, you won't need it anymore."

Holding his battle suit, Peter was still powerlessly defending, "...I, I'm really not Spider-Man."

Then he was ignored by both adoptive father and son.

They discussed without anyone else.

Tony: "Ike, do you have Peter's body data?"

Accelerator: "I did a measurement, but only the rough data at the beginning, not very accurate. It's been a long time now, and it's time to do another test."

Tony: "It just so happens that I have testing tools here, which were originally used to record my body data."

So Tony Stark turned around and called Peter over, and took him and Accelerator to the underground garage.

He asked Peter to stand on a circular low platform, and then pressed a few times on a control panel connected to the low platform.

Peter only saw the circle on the edge of the round platform he was standing on light up for a moment and then dimmed instantly, and then Iron Man said yes, let him come down.

Peter:? ?

what just happened?

After that, Tony and Ike didn't talk to him again. They left him in the living room, let Happy stay with him, and went into the underground garage to start working immediately.

Peter was sitting on the sofa in the living room, next to Happy who 'accompanied' him with a blank face and a blank face according to the boss's orders.

Peter twisted his body uncomfortably, thought for a while, then turned to Happy and said, "That... I'm really not Spider-Man."

Happy glanced at him, and said without a trace of emotion, "Okay, Spider-Man."

Peter: ...

Peter stood up embarrassingly, and made a random excuse, "I'm going to get my schoolbag back, I haven't done my homework today."

Then Peter, who came to Iron Man's house for the first time in his life, just lay on his desk and wrote his homework. A big man with a serious expression sat next to him and kept staring at him. Finally remembered him.

Peter has wilted.

Accelerator: "...you should go home."

Peter was weak: "I called."

Accelerator asked hesitantly, "Have you had dinner?"

Peter looked at him pitifully, "No."

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he came to look for Fang Accelerator after patrolling around New York again. At this time, the little thing in his stomach had already been digested.

Accelerator thought for a while and said, "Let's go, let's find a restaurant."

Peter: "Well, is there no one at Mr. Stark's house to cook?"

Accelerator: "No, he usually orders hamburger delivery, or asks his secretary to deliver the food."

Accelerator led Peter out of the villa, and Happy had already driven the car over.

Peter muttered as he walked: "This is too unhealthy, Ike, you can't eat restaurants every day."

Accelerator put his hands in his pockets and lazily replied, "My shopping is almost here, so I don't need to go out to eat next time."

Peter remembered that Fang Tongtong didn't always pack food from the family restaurant outside when he lived alone, and he probably knew how to cook, so he felt a little relieved.

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27 bottles of Jiangjia Aqi; 20 bottles of everything is over; 1 bottle of meat kangaroo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!