Everyday life at Midtown High School

Peter, who was almost separated from Uncle Ben, spent the rest of the time confessing his mistakes in tears.

Seeing him like this, Uncle Ben, who survived the catastrophe, immediately felt distressed and couldn't bear to say a word to him, and instead comforted him a series of times.

Pooh looked at it a little enviously.

Then, he took the initiative to step back a few steps, and silently followed behind the close pair of uncles and nephews, silently making room for them to have a good conversation and communication.

'It's nice to have an elder. '

He thought distractedly in his mind: "Even if you accidentally take a few wrong steps, someone will pull you back immediately."caring and guiding and communicating and whatnot...'

"Pooh? Pooh?"

"Ah, what? Call me?" Pooh raised his head and looked at Peter with a habitual smile: "What's wrong?"

"...Today, I'm sorry." Peter apologized softly, "I was dizzy before, so I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"Hey, is there such a thing?" Pooh opened his eyes wide and pretended to be stupid and said, "But I don't remember!"

Peter grinned, stepped forward with a big stride, and hugged him: "I love you, brother."

"Sorry, you're really not my type." Pooh pushed him decisively and refused.

"Yeah, I know..." Peter couldn't help laughing: "You like Captain America."

Pooh immediately remained expressionless, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Shut up, Peter, do you want this black history to be with me forever?"

The two teenagers looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Although he didn't know what they were laughing at, Uncle Ben smiled kindly and watched them with relief.

That night, after solving Peter's problem, Pooh said goodbye to the Parker family and limped home alone.

However, it was too late for him to go home. Even under the cover of Gwen, the best sister in America, he had to explain seriously to the worried Mrs. Stacey for a long time.

"Pooh, I'm not trying to restrict your freedom, you should have your own social life. But George said that the law and order outside is not very good recently."

Facing the adopted child, Mrs. Stacey had to carefully choose her words, try her best to use an inquiring tone that was not forceful or offensive, and suggested softly: "Pooh, can you not come back too late next time? I am Say, at least before eleven o'clock?"

"Yeah, of course." Pooh scratched his head embarrassedly.

He gently agreed: "Sorry, I made you worry today."

"It's all right, child," replied Mrs. Stacey, smiling.

Then, looking at the adopted son who was already sensible, she opened her mouth in a bit of embarrassment, but because she didn't know what to say, she stopped there awkwardly...

Pooh looked at her and smiled understandingly.

He walked up very considerately, and kissed her forehead: "good night."

"Good night, dear."

Mrs. Stacy breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a gentle smile, "Rest early and have a good dream."

Pooh returned a shy smile, which made him look obedient and obedient.

Then he went back to his room.

After a brief quick wash, he finally lay down on the bed exhausted.

I walked too much, and my sprained foot was throbbing. Although nothing unpleasant happened from the beginning to the end of this day, I still felt very tired. I was so tired that I wanted to lie down like this for the rest of my life. Never get up.

Harry, Peter... things happened one after another, and there was hardly room for him to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes, intending to have a good night's sleep, recharge his energy, and continue to be alive and kicking tomorrow... At this time, the text message notification sounded from the cell phone next to his pillow.

Pooh raised his eyebrows suspiciously. He wanted to ignore it, but after hesitating for a moment, he grabbed the phone, swiped open the screen, and found that it was from Harry.

"This is really..." While clicking on the text message, he thought helplessly, "It doesn't stop in the middle of the night."

[have you slept?Are you asleep?Are you free after school tomorrow? ]

Looking at this sentence, Pooh sat up again, thought for a while, and replied: [Sleep, no. ]

[Hi, I knew you weren't asleep!Are you hiding from me? ]

[No. ] Pooh hesitated for a moment, feeling a little stiff, and hurriedly added a smiley emoji at the end before sending it out.

Then, he temporarily put the phone aside, reached for the cup from the bedside table, and got out of bed to pour a glass of water.

The voice of the text message was unyieldingly remembered again.

Pooh swiped the screen helplessly while drinking water:

[Pooh, seriously, I want you to meet my dad. ]

wtf!

He almost spit out all his water, and hurriedly grabbed his phone and typed: [What did you say? ]

[My dad wants to meet my friends for a meal.You know, he's always been so busy, it's rare to have such an opportunity!I'm sure to introduce you and Peter to him, so don't be mad at me.Pooh, I can apologize for what happened that night.Do you have any presents you would like?I give it to you. ]

'Damn it, just to meet friends?Why did you speak like you were meeting your parents? It scared me to death! '

Pooh put the cup aside, patted his chest in shock, and complained wildly about Harry silently in his heart.

But then, when he saw the second half of the text message, he was speechless and didn't know what to say.

Send a Gift?Is this being coaxed by a woman?

[I'm not angry, Harry.What happened that night is my responsibility, and I am the one who should apologize.If you don't mind, please forget about it. ]

He wrote word by word in a text message: [However, I really have something to do tomorrow, not an excuse.It's about Peter and Thompson, you should know, right?Things were a little bad for the two of them today.So, after school tomorrow, I want to visit Thompson in the hospital. If possible, I would like to ask him not to pursue the matter any further. ]

Harry quickly replied: [Are you sure that Thompson saw you, jumped off the hospital bed angrily, and chased you? ]

Then, before Pooh could reply, a series of messages quickly flooded into the inbox:

[He hates you, Pooh, don't go. ]

[Don't go, you will only humiliate yourself if you visit him. ]

[I don't suggest you go, Peter's matter, we can find a way to help solve it together. ]

[Well, if you must, insist, and must go, let me accompany you. ]

[Don't refuse, I'm worried that he will bully you. ]

[Be good, Pooh. ]

[You'd better not go, otherwise, just take me with you. ]

Seeing so many text messages, Pooh covered his face with his hands, couldn't help laughing for a while, then held the phone and began to reply text messages.

He started with a [OK. ], but I thought about it and deleted it, and rewrote it: [Don’t worry, I can go by myself, Thompson is not a monster, and he has changed a bit recently. ], then click Send.

Harry snapped back an angry look.

Pooh thought for a while, and then smiled again.

[For Thompson's matter, I'll go with you, that's it.Also, I can change the schedule of meeting with my dad to the day after tomorrow, okay?This time, you can't refuse me, can you? ]

Pooh raised the corners of his lips helplessly, and could only reply neatly: [Okay. ]

[Good night, Pooh. ]

[Good night, sweet dreams. ]

The phone screen went dark again.

Pooh finally closed his eyes as he wished, and this long day was finally over.

at the same time,

Tony finally got his son's 'paper' information from the cunning Nick Fury.

"No wonder Jarvis searched the Aegis database, but couldn't find it..."

He stared fiercely at the papers, and said sarcastically, "I thought it was already the 21st century."

The shrewd black chief could not help but smile at him triumphantly: "I thought, no matter what age, practicality comes first."

Tony sneered, stopped talking, grabbed the information and turned to leave.

"I think you shouldn't think about quitting the Avengers anymore." Nick Fury knew it well, but deliberately shouted to make things worse.

Without looking back, Tony reached back and gave him a middle finger.

The next day, Pooh got up late.

He struggled to get up from the bed and washed himself like sleepwalking.

Then, biting a sandwich, he hurried to catch up with Gwen before he could head out to school with her.

When the two were waiting for the school bus on the platform, Pooh nodded sleepily.

"Don't sleep, Pooh! Why don't you come to chat and clear your mind? By the way, what time did you come back last night?"

Gwen patted him on the back, looked at him, and asked with concern, "Is Peter all right?"

"It's almost twelve o'clock, I really don't remember."

Pooh yawned again, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, trying to cheer up and replied: "Peter is fine now. Actually, I can't figure out what happened yesterday afternoon, isn't it just an ordinary fight?" ? I also fought with Thompson before, why didn’t I feel that it was as serious as him?”

"That's because you weren't there."

Gwen explained: "You fight with Thompson, you just roll around on the ground. But Peter directly knocks Thompson into the air, which is completely different! You don't know, yesterday afternoon, all of us in the room, were shot. Peter was petrified."

"Wait, roll around? What do you mean roll around?"

Pooh noticed this adjective, and immediately protested with a bit of damaged self-esteem: "I fought him so bravely, in your eyes, I just rolled around!"

Gwen burst out laughing: "I really didn't say that! It's recognized by everyone, and several of my friends said that afterward."

She deliberately imitated the tone of her friends, and said sweetly: "Pooh rushed forward with his teeth bared, the little wolf dog fighting seriously is so cute!"

"Damn it!" Pooh showed an unhappy expression.

He recalled in bewilderment and asked: "I really bared my teeth? Why can't I remember! Obviously so heroic and handsome!"

"Honey, don't make me laugh."

Gwen laughed from ear to ear: "Aren't we talking about Peter?"

"I'm serious, I didn't make you laugh. When I fight, do I bark my teeth?" Pooh asked incomprehensibly.

It can be seen that he really wanted to put on a serious scientific expression, but because of that pretty face, it was not very effective.

After a while, he finally gave up under Gwen's doting eyes full of smiles, and returned to the topic under discussion: "Well, Peter...he shot Thompson away? Darling, tell me, Thompson really Didn't you flop on purpose? It's kind of unbelievable. Of course, I don't believe you, Gwen. But it's like, I suddenly heard that an ant stretched its legs and suddenly tripped an elephant. , bizarre."

"It's a good metaphor, everyone actually thinks the same way. So, seeing the live version was even more shocking."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders and replied: "Thompson was beaten flying a full meter, fell heavily to the ground, and remained motionless for a long time as if dead, so everyone was really terrified at the time, this is by no means an exaggeration ..."

"Uh...what's there to be afraid of?" Pooh still interjected incomprehensibly, "Can't people burst out their potential once in a while?"

"But the explosion is too big...how should I put it?" Gwen thought for a while, and tried to explain: "A person who is usually silent, suddenly bursts out with such a big contrast, compared to a person who usually fights frequently." , even scarier. Don't ask me why, I'm not a psychiatrist...Maybe it's unexpected, unpredictable, unprepared?"

"Then what do you think?"

"what?"

"What do you think, Gwen? Are you starting to be afraid of Peter too?" Pooh asked.

"No." Gwen laughed suddenly, and said frankly: "Okay, I was indeed a little scared at first, but when Thompson was sent flying and lying motionless on the floor, you didn't see Peter's pitiful expression... ..."

She suddenly described it this way in a gentle tone: "He looked around in a panic, and he was holding on strong, as if the person who was blown out, lay on the ground, and couldn't get up was not Thompson, but him. Like myself, I can't be afraid of him like this."

Pooh narrowed his eyes slowly, pursed his lips, suddenly smirked, and whistled at Gwen.

"Don't make a fuss!" Gwen gave him a reproachful look, but laughed too.

After arriving at the school, Pooh discovered that Gwen's previous narration was not exaggerated.

Because in school, almost everyone was talking about the fight between Peter and Thompson.

Everywhere Pooh went, he heard conversations like this: 'That guy is an alien monster! ';'who?Who are the aliens? ';' Who else, Peter Parker!He used to be silent, he didn't say a word for a whole semester, but he didn't expect to turn into a monster now! ';' Transformation into a monster? ';' That's right, you don't know how scary he is. In addition to hitting Thompson flying, he also smashed the desk violently during class yesterday. ';'Oh my god, smashed the desk? ! ';'Yes, don't mess with him, it's terrible. '

"So, you really smashed the desk?"

Pooh opened the glove box, and while taking out the textbooks for class, he couldn't help looking at Peter beside him in surprise, and asked curiously.

"I was really, really just careless, I swear."

Peter closed the box, leaned on the box in pain, and explained with a pitiful face: "I am harmless, I am kind, I am innocent, I don't drink gasoline, I am not a new generation of bullies, I am not a monster, no Hitting people casually, just accidentally smashing a desk! But, maybe that desk just happened to be in disrepair..."

"Peter, as a friend, I shouldn't expose you, but the desks this semester are all new!"

Pooh looked at him pityingly.

"Oh, God is not on my side anymore!" Peter wailed and closed his mouth in resignation.

After all, even he himself knows how ridiculous his excuse is.But you can't just say 'Hey, man!I seem to have superpowers, and my strength has become super strong, so I couldn't control it, and I missed it for a while...'

"Forget it, don't care about him!" Pooh was as reliable and considerate as ever: "It's actually pretty cool to be a monster!"

Then, after he noticed that Peter was feeling a little disappointed, he immediately changed the subject decisively: "Did you receive Harry's text message last night? He said that he invited us to his house for dinner after school tomorrow."

"received."

Peter still replied with some lack of interest: "At first it said today, but later it was changed to tomorrow."

"Yes, because when school is over today, I plan to take a look at Thompson."

Pooh said bluntly, "Peter, do you want to come with me?"

Peter was taken aback: "Uh..."

He was reluctant, but hesitantly said: "I do owe him an apology. But..."

"Even if I apologize, it doesn't mean I forgive him for bullying us before."

He emphasized childishly, "It's true that I was wrong to hit him, but that doesn't conflict with him being a villain."

Pooh laughed all of a sudden: "Then do you want to go together?"

"You go first, I'll take it another day."

Peter said dejectedly: "When I got out of school in the afternoon, I couldn't leave for the time being. I had to submit inspections and do community service."

At this time, the class bell rang.

"Yeah, never mind, let's go to class first!"

Pooh hopped on one foot lively, stretched out his arms and hugged Peter's neck affectionately from behind, and said jokingly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine, brother! Keep up your spirits, you are the monster Peter!"

"I don't like the nickname monster." Peter also laughed all of a sudden.

Pooh turned his head curiously: "Then what do you like?"

"How about the spider?"

"Spider Peter? Not good, why are you so interested in spiders..."

On the other end, although Tony took the information back, he didn't actually read it too seriously.

Because, he really couldn't stand it.

This child who appeared out of nowhere was a complete stranger to him.

And knowing the background of a stranger, plus life experience... Tony thinks, that's boring.

'Instead of reading these rigid text descriptions, I would rather go there in person and take a good look at what he looks like and what kind of character he is.Instead, just rely on some inexplicable guys' generalizations to understand a person! '

He only read two pages of information, jotted down the name casually, and threw the folder aside willfully.

"Jarvis, I still think it's weird."

He suddenly opened his mouth with a troubled face and said, "Suddenly I have a son... well, I thought he would only be seven or eight years old at most, but he turned out to be 16 years old! God knows, I don't even remember what his mother looks like." What does it look like, what is it called, what does it do."

"Sir, it can be found now. His mother's name is Jane Vicki, and she is a model by profession..."

"Stop, Jarvis, that's not the point!"

"Sorry, I don't understand, sir."

"Never mind him! You don't need to understand." Tony cursed angrily, "Get the car ready, Jarvis. I've decided to meet him in person and talk face-to-face."

"Yes, sir." The good-natured AI responded politely.

One minute later, Tony, who had been struggling all night and all morning, finally drove his flamboyant big red Audi r1 super sports car, and rushed out of the garage of the villa at lightning speed.

Unfortunately, however, his actions did not go well.

After arriving at Midtown High School, he was blocked at the school's gate by an ordinary bar.

From the small room in the security room, the doorman poked out a head full of white hair.

The old man asked very seriously: "Sir, do you have an appointment? During school hours, strangers are not allowed to enter or leave the campus at will."

Tony lowered the car window and took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing the handsome face known all over the United States.

He raised his chin proudly, and asked reservedly: "Now, can I go in?"

The doorman retreated into the room calmly, took a glasses cloth from the table, wiped the reading glasses he took off slowly, put them on, poked his head out again, looked at him carefully for a while, and replied: " no."

"Why? Don't you know me?"

Tony was stunned for a second, and pointed to himself with the finger holding the sunglasses: "Hey, take a closer look at me! Look carefully, is there anyone who doesn't know me these days? Remind me, my My surname starts with s, and my nickname starts with i."

"It's not okay to show off your wealth, Mr. Stark."

The doorman was wrinkled all over his face, but he still stubbornly answered his duty faithfully.

"Ok, ok, I have an appointment, let me in." Tony lied impatiently.

"Then who did you date?" the doorman asked incredulously.

"I'm the parent of a student." Tony gritted his teeth and said, "Let me in."

"Student's parents? There aren't any new transfer students recently..." The doorman looked at him suspiciously and said, "As far as I know, only the children of Mr. Osborne's family are currently studying in this school, but Never heard that the Starks have any children here."

"For safety, concealment, and for the normal development of children's mental health..."

Tony plausibly said nonsense: "Due to the popularity of the Stark family, I don't want such a young child to be harassed, paid attention to, and treated differently, so I didn't announce his life experience to the public."

"It sounds like you're a good father."

The doorman said in surprise.

"Of course." Tony adjusted his tie confidently.

He grinned, showing a standard expression like a social template, seemingly amiable, but actually smiling: "Now, can you let me in?"

"Please tell me, who is your child's counselor? I'll make a call first to confirm."

The doorman raised his phone seriously and asked.

"counselor?"

Tony suppressed his smile again and repeated blankly.

"You do not know?"

The doorman stared at him with sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything: "Class? Grade? What's your name?"

"I remember the name."

Tony replied immediately, "His name is Pooh, Vinevich."

"The next time you lie, remember to find someone easy to deceive, Mr. Stark."

The doorman put down the phone, with a righteous look on his face, and said in a serious tone: "I have worked in this school for almost ten years, and I am familiar with every child in the school. Especially Pooh, I know him. I know he is George Stacey The director's child, and he has a beautiful sister named Gwen. Mr. Stark, the two children of the director Stacy's family who go to school here are very polite, and they say hello every time they see me. So, you You can't lie to me, you're making the wrong excuse."

"Uh...this..."

"Mr. Stark, if there is nothing else, please leave as soon as possible."

"I'm really busy."

Tony said to the old man completely speechless: "Let me in, do I look like a bad guy?"

"Bad people don't write on their faces." The doorman said righteously.

Then, with a stern face, he reminded cryptically: "Mr. Stark, I have to solemnly tell you that, except for the teachers, everyone in the school is underage! I know your great achievements, but there are laws in the United States. Even if it is you, it is against the law to take action against an underage girl."

"Damn!" Tony's head was about to smoke.

This is definitely the worst time he has been hacked in his life, even those shameless street lace tabloids dare not edit him like this.

He stared at the 'Stan Lee' nameplate on the doorman's chest, gritted his teeth silently, vowed to complain to him when he had time, and then spoke again, emphasizing word by word: "I'm not looking for a woman. I'm looking for a man. Yes, his name is Pooh."

The doorman paused for a moment, and continued to say stubbornly: "Mr. Stark, it is also against the law to shoot an underage boy."

"Okay, I'm looking for your principal!"

"Our principal is almost 60 years old this year."

Tony was so angry that all his senses were smoked.

He suddenly took out the checkbook from his pocket, and shouted unbearably: "Call him and tell him, I will... Donate! Fund! Help! Learn!"

However, while Tony was busy 'donating for education', Harry was encouraging Pooh to skip the last writing class of the afternoon.

The courses Peter took were different from the two of them. He was taking some sociology class in the next classroom.

"Skip it! If I had known that you had a writing class this afternoon, I wouldn't have changed the meeting time with my dad. However, that's fine..."

Harry leaned down, put his hands on Pooh's desk, and winked at him: "According to your plan, we can go to see Thompson together first, and then we can spend the extra time to have fun together. "

"Harry, the attendance rate of the writing class is also counted at the end of the term."

Pooh bit the tip of a pen, tilted his head and looked at Harry, a little hesitant.

"Fuckit, Pooh!" Harry laughed hoarsely.

He narrowed his eyes, stretched his arms, slapped his friend on the chest, and grinned badly: "Hey, be more confident, are you still afraid of failing?"

"Sorry, I'm really a little scared!" Pooh pursed his lips and replied with a half-smile.

"Then are you coming or not?" Harry scowled, with a provocative smile on his lips.

"What do you think?" Pooh looked at him with a smile involuntarily.

Then, he sighed, stood up suddenly, and quickly stuffed all the books on the table into his schoolbag: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go, man!"

"That's right!" Harry cheered, stood up straight, but turned his head and asked intentionally: "What about the writing class?

Pooh rolled his eyes at him, imitating his tone just now: "Fuckit~!"

Harry immediately broke into a smile.

In the hospital, Thompson couldn't keep up.

To be exact, what happened recently made him a little confused the whole time.

Originally, the world was normal.

He is a Tyrannosaurus rex figure well known in the whole school, and no one dares to mess with him. As a sports student himself, he doesn't expect to be good at his studies. It's ok to bully it.

But ever since Pooh suddenly didn't want to endure him anymore and started fighting with him, it seemed like the whole world had been turned upside down.

Until yesterday...Peter Rabbit turned into Godzilla too, which was a shocker!

From being beaten to the present, Thompson involuntarily presented a state of sleepwalking: 'Is this true? '

Then, Pooh, who had never wanted to have any contact with him, also appeared in front of him miraculously on this day.

Pooh shook his palm in front of his eyes, and asked with concern: "Thompson, are you okay?"

Thompson's expression was dull, and he replied honestly: "It's not very good, I never wake up from my dream."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but look sideways at Pooh: "Did he get fooled by Peter?"

"I remember, it wasn't the head that was hit." Pooh replied speechlessly.

"What now?"

Harry asked casually.

"Uh..." Pooh shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

He turned to look at Thompson, thought for a while, walked over, put a visiting fruit basket on the bedside, and said seriously: "Thompson, I'm here to apologize for Peter. I can come here in person. But next time, he will definitely apologize by himself. So, I want to ask... No, I hope you can forgive him. "

Thompson shook his head, as if he just came back to his senses at this time.

"Pooh!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, it's me." Pooh replied in surprise.

"Are you here to see me?" Thompson was suddenly excited: "Do you care about me?"

Pooh was embarrassed for a second.

He glanced back at Harry, then turned his head again, shrugged his shoulders, forced a smile and said, "Well, I wish you a speedy recovery."

However, when he turned his head, Thompson immediately followed his line of sight and saw Harry standing behind him.

He immediately frowned and asked, "Harry Osborn, why are you here?"

"I'm here with Pooh." Harry replied coldly.

"Then can you go out first, I have something to say to Pooh, but I don't want you to know." Thompson said directly and confidently.

His naturally miraculous performance left Harry and Winnie speechless for a second.

The two looked at each other.

Harry hesitated a little.

But Pooh felt that it would be good to listen to what Thompson had to say.

So, he moved closer to Harry's ear and whispered a few words of persuasion.

"Okay, I'll stand at the door, call me if you need something." Harry said as he walked out.

Pooh just turned around, closed the door, and asked Thompson suspiciously: "What do you want to tell me? Peter will come to apologize..."

"I'm not going to pursue Peter." Thompson interrupted him directly.

Then, with a strange look on his face, he said with red ears, "I just want to talk to you, Pooh, I've always wanted to talk to you."

Pooh was startled, pointed at himself, and asked in surprise, "Looking for me?"

"Yes!" Thompson plucked up his courage and looked at Pooh with burning eyes: "Can you promise me one thing first."

"You can talk about it first, if I can do it." Pooh replied confused.

"You can definitely do it, on the school bus that day..." Thompson whispered.

"Apologize? About the fight? If you need it, I can apologize too." Pooh said plainly.

"No, no, no, no need to apologize." Thompson said in succession, "I think..."

Pooh was even more at a loss, so he could only continue to look at him curiously.

He didn't know that whenever those big brown eyes stared at people motionlessly, it always gave people a warm, focused and affectionate illusion.

Under the 'encouragement' of this kind of gaze, Thompson felt more courageous, and blurted out instantly: "I want you to ride on me again like you did on the school bus that day."

"What?" Pooh's entire facial expression almost shattered in shock.

He broke down and said, "Thompson! What the hell are you talking about?!"

at the same time,

Tony Stark, who donated a teaching building and was instantly upgraded to an investor in Midtown High School, finally found the classroom where Pooh attended without any hindrance.Unfortunately, Pooh has skipped class.

"It's kind of like me, and I don't like to follow steps."

He murmured soothingly to himself.

But after learning that Pooh skipped class, the counselor in charge looked a little embarrassed.

In order to make up for his bad impression in front of this investor, he rushed to the doctor and asked one more question: "Pooh is not here, why don't you meet Peter?"

"Peter?"

"One of Pooh's best friends, they grew up together."

"Well, best friend? We can meet." Tony said indifferently.

So the counselor enthusiastically called Peter.

Peter was called into the office bewildered.

Then, he opened his mouth wide and looked at Tony in surprise: "Oh, my God, are you Mr. Stark?"

"Good! This is a normal reaction."

Tony said with great satisfaction: "Don't get excited, kid, there are autographs and group photos, take your time."

Then, he smiled slightly and said casually, "I probably don't need to introduce myself."

"Yeah, who doesn't know you?"

Peter asked a little excitedly, "What do you want from me? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Of course, boy, of course you can help me." Tony smiled and looked around for a week: "Everyone, sorry, the venue is cleared."

He walked over, put his arm around Peter's shoulders, and said over his shoulder, "I want to talk to this boy, what's your name... Oh, Peter, I want to talk to Peter alone."

So, after everyone looked at each other speechlessly, they were all kicked out by him domineeringly.

When there were only two people left in the office, Peter immediately couldn't restrain his excitement and read a series of words: "My God, Mr. Stark, are you really Iron Man? Your armor design is so cool, The last time I saw it fly over New York, and the last time..."

"Calm down! Calm down! Child, take a breath first, don't pass out with joy."

Tony jokingly stopped him from talking, and then brought the topic back: "I still need your help."

Peter asked happily, "What do you need my help for?"

"I'm working on a project about education funds..."

Tony said casually: "Someone recommended Vinevich to me, so I came here to investigate...Uh, I found out that he was born in a single-parent family with only a mother..."

"It doesn't matter, sir!"

Peter quickly defended his friend and said, "Pooh is fine, he hasn't been affected in any way, he's optimistic and enthusiastic, and..."

"No, no, that's not what I mean." Tony shook his hand: "I just want to have a little understanding of the students I sponsored, just chat casually, don't be nervous, kid. Just out of curiosity, did he mention it? Any clues about my father? Maybe... Maybe I can help him find it."

"My biological father?"

Peter blinked: "You mean sharpshooter?"

Tony repeated the word playfully: "Sharpshooter?"

"Yes, Pooh used to call him that."

Peter shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be mature, and joked with an adult: "What a hit! That's not a sharpshooter, what else could it be?"

Tony looked at him blankly, coldly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

When Peter began to concede that he was wrong