Everyday life at Midtown High School

Dr. Connors felt a pang of conscience.

Half an hour ago, Norman Osborn suddenly rushed into the laboratory like a tyrannosaurus rex. This time, he had no intention of continuing the conversation at all, and directly ordered someone to take away all the produced ones. Potion of regeneration.

"Please give me a few more days to come... to stabilize the properties of the medicine."

At that time, he stood in front of the potion, weakly begging the other party with a small voice, trying to stop it.

"I don't have a minute for you!"

Norman Osborn turned his head abruptly, approached him with a gloomy expression, lowered his voice, and almost roared to warn: "Listen, Connors! Because you are useless, fruitless waste, scum! Your boss , I have been bullied to the top of my head, pointed at my nose, and mocked in person. The potion must be put into the experiment immediately, and the effect must be immediately effective. If you want to continue working in Osborne, if you don’t want to suddenly die on the street one day , just shut your damn mouth tightly and don’t say anything!"

The poor doctor took a step back in fright, with an expression of unwillingness and struggle on his face.

But Norman Osborn obviously didn't have the patience to continue chatting with him.

He waved his hand indifferently, and asked his subordinates to quickly sweep away all the medicines prepared in the laboratory.

"I should stop him. Those medicines haven't been tested safely. If I had known, I might as well experiment with myself first..." Dr. Connors looked at his broken arm in pain, guilt and worry think.

Then, he said to himself with a fluke: "I hope... I hope Norman is just talking casually this time... he won't really use the patients of the Brooklyn Veterans Hospital to test the medicine."

But these soliloquies, even if they were spoken aloud, could not deceive themselves into believing them.

He couldn't help being condemned by his conscience for this, and stayed up all night, pacing back and forth in the laboratory.

The next day, when Peter came to the laboratory to work and study as usual, he couldn't help being surprised by what he saw.

Because Dr. Conners is like a ghost who came back in the middle of the night, with blue-black eye circles, pale complexion, listless, as if the whole person has lost hope.

"My God, did those potions fail again?" Peter asked a little sadly.

But the next moment, he immediately cheered up again, stepped forward to comfort him and said, "Doctor, don't worry! New inventions always fail again and again. Don't worry, I will continue to work hard with you."

"No...it has nothing to do with medicine."

Recalling Norman Osborn's threat, Dr. Connors couldn't help saying hesitantly: "I'm just... just too tired."

too tired?

Peter couldn't help showing a puzzled look, always feeling that something was wrong with the doctor's state.

Dr. Conners was in a trance, his expression sometimes struggled and sometimes hesitated.

After a while, he whispered as if talking to himself: "What should I do? What can I do? I can't stop Norman..."

Peter's keen hearing allowed him to hear these words clearly.

He stared at Dr. Connors, unconsciously showing a thoughtful expression.

[My biological father was rich, very rich, a rich man! ]

Pooh thought about his words, and sent a text message to his good friend Steve, trying not to involve too unrealistic issues of Iron Man and Superhero. At the same time, he also briefly introduced himself recently. (fear) life.

[...After the Maimaimai incident, today... well, you can understand that he drove a new type of aircraft and parked it at the school gate ostentatiously, and the students were all overwhelmed with excitement.I was the only one who was too scared to go through the main entrance, ran to the other side, and left through the dog hole. ]

Steve couldn't help but look at the latest text message from Pooh, inexplicably thinking that the high-profile father who 'drives a new type of aircraft and loves to show off' is quite interesting.At least, he was very active in identifying his son, not the kind of irresponsible person, but the daily principles of the father and son seemed to be different, which directly led to a communication barrier between the two.

Therefore, he took out his skills in commanding operations on the battlefield, and replied seriously:

[You are in dire need of a conversation, Pooh. ]

[comminicate? ]

[You need to tell him what you like, what you hate, what you want him to do, what you don't want him to do and...you love him.Don't laugh, dear.Adults sometimes need some emotional affirmation and confirmation.Pooh, maybe he... is worrying uneasily, you don't want to recognize him as your father? ]

Uneasy worry?

With Tony Stark's level of self-confidence (narcissism), Pooh felt that Steve was simply thinking too much.

But at the same time, he felt Steve's essential kindness and loyalty even more.

He started to feel a little bit annoyed at himself for sending so many complaining and complaining text messages. Apart from making himself look naive and immature, he wasn't wise at all.

Especially... When Steve is still unemployed, it's really too bad if he doesn't help and add to the chaos.

Yes, so good Steve, still out of a job.

There was no news from the crew for such a long time after the breakup meal.

He also jokingly told Pooh before that the "unreliable crew" last time was already the best job he could find in the 21st century, and, for him, he knew nothing but himself It's suitable for this kind of work.

Pooh thought about it all.

A director with ulterior motives, colleagues who quarrel every day, actors and stars who are so bad that the whole crew can't hold the scene... But just like this, they are still plotting and plotting every day, and they are constantly worrying about it. He was also accidentally bombed by a competitor (Rocky) in collusion with an undercover agent (Hawkeye).

In the end, it is said that a rich colleague (Tony) pays for the meal out of his own pocket...

This kind of spicy chicken crew, not to mention that they didn't produce anything, if the results were produced, it might be at the box office poison level.

But such a job, Steve still thinks it is very good and suitable?

Although it seems a bit rude to say that.

But Pooh sometimes felt that Steve was so easy to bully that he had a brain hole.

However, he was right in one thing, and it was time to sit down and have a good talk with that Mr. Stark.

Thinking of this, Pooh chose his words carefully and was cruel. He sent a text message to make an appointment with Tony, and tactfully asked him to be as low-key as possible. For example, don't wear armor this time?

Then, he seriously replied to Steve's long series of words:

[Thank you, Steve.You're right, I should have talked to him.If there is a good result, I will remember to share it with you.Regarding work matters, don't worry, there is no such thing as suitable.You are excellent, and the next job will definitely be better.I'm really sorry to bother you to enlighten me recently, but if you have time tomorrow, please let me treat you to dinner. ]

[You're welcome, glad I could help you.Tomorrow...sorry, I have an appointment with Sam, a veteran who is also retired. ]

[Then make an appointment next time, have fun, and good luck. ]

Just simple everyday chat.

Soon, they said goodbye to each other, ending the conversation.

This time meeting with Pooh, Tony did not appear in armor.

Because the armor is by his side, following him step by step like a robot bodyguard, the distance will never exceed one meter.

"I'll listen to you, son. Leave the limelight to Jarvis today."

Tony smiled and stretched out his hand, hooked the steel armor like a brother, and asked naturally, "How does it feel to be Iron Man? Are you happy, Jarvis?"

"If I had tears, I should be crying with joy by now. Thank you very much for your generosity, sir."

While manipulating the armor, Jarvis cooperated with him politely, but the apparently unwavering mechanical tone sounded ironic no matter what.

However, Tony is not aware of this.

He was quite satisfied, swaggered and sat across from Pooh, took the menu, and asked naturally: "Do you still eat donuts? Do you remember the store last time? The donuts are delicious! I remember , I'll give you two..."

"Yes, two invisible ones." Pooh looked at him, wanting to pull his hair angrily in pain.

However, considering that he has been losing his hair every day, and fearing that he will be bald all night, he still held back his hand, forced a smile and said, "Well... thank you, you listened to my advice today, I didn't wear... "

"Shh!" Tony suddenly stepped forward.

He put a finger on his son's lips, and said casually: "If you are unhappy or dissatisfied, just say it directly, child. Hypocrisy is reserved for outsiders, and we are family members."

What?How dare you say this!How dare you dislike my hypocrisy!

Pooh's inner world was swiped by wtf in an instant, his eyes widened, and his face flushed immediately in annoyance.

After all, he was young and energetic, so naturally he didn't think too much about it.

Being so provoked by Tony, he immediately blurted out a series of inner thoughts without hesitation: "I'm not being hypocritical, I'm saving face for you! Damn it, I've said it all, let you keep a low profile, Keep a low profile and don't wear armor..."

"I'm not wearing it!"

Tony interjected innocently.

"Yeah, you run around with it, what's the difference between wearing it and wearing it?"

"Hey, baby, be considerate of Dad, how can Iron Man have no armor, I really don't have any interest in streaking."

"But I don't like being surrounded by people like this, it's like watching a gorilla escape from a zoo!"

Pooh looked angrily at this ordinary restaurant that he had carefully selected, was clean and hygienic, and had a relatively remote location and less traffic, but now more and more people were slowly gathering.Moreover, they clearly recognized Tony, and they began to plan to come up and ask for autographs and group photos.

Tony watched his irritable and angry expression, and a look of helplessness and connivance couldn't help but appear on his face.

"What a childish temper!"

After making such a simple comment, he suddenly stood up, straightened his tie gracefully, nodded slightly and said, "Wait for me."

Pooh froze there, a little dazed.

In less than a minute, everyone in the restaurant walked out one after another, and the waiters got off work with confused expressions.

The boss smiled and held a big sign saying 'Closed today', and put it outside. Then, he personally brought a plate of food to them, and after delivering it to them, he ran to the kitchen to wait.

As a result, there were only the two of them left in the entire restaurant.

Pooh maintained a stunned expression the whole time.

"Okay, no one is looking at us now!" Tony said with a leisurely look and a bit of cynical approach.

Then, he supported the table with his hands, stared at Pooh with rare seriousness, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't be nervous, kid, let's get to the point slowly. What do you want to talk to me about? Disclaimer, I've never been a father. So, what would a normal father talk to his son about? Door lock at night? Final exam report cards? Favorite sports? Or, how to court girls... oh yeah , you like boys, I can't help you with that. In short, I still have to remind you to bring enough condoms and pay attention to safety when you have sex. Although in this regard, you must be luckier than me... because, at least you don't have to Like me, more than ten years later, I was at a loss when faced with a son who appeared suddenly, and worried about how to communicate and communicate with him.”

"I'm sorry." Hearing the relaxed distress in his tone, Pooh suddenly softened.

He sneaked a peek at Tony shyly, his long eyelashes fluttered, and said in a soft tone: "Actually, I'm very glad that you are willing to recognize me. I'm just facing the drastic...dramatic changes in life. I'm a bit at a loss, I can't help but want to escape and resist...I'm sorry."

"It's normal, everyone fears change."

Tony smiled, sat down again, and coaxed the child gently, saying, "Because change means unknown."

"Then... Iron Man is also afraid?"

Pooh has relaxed a bit, he even regained his vivacity, and made a joke on his own initiative.

"Yes, Iron Man is no exception, I'm afraid of many things."

Tony frowned subconsciously, as if he had some bad associations, but within a second, he readjusted himself and replied jokingly: "Actually, he is just a man in iron skin. Just ordinary people."

Pooh didn't realize the depth of his words, just laughed at the literal meaning and his unkind self-deprecation.

"Okay! Laugh! Make peace!"

With bright eyes, Tony yelled childishly: "Now, let's have a good chat like elementary school students, understand each other's strengths, and talk about each other's weaknesses. Actually, there is one thing that I have wanted to say about you since I sat here for a long time. It's..."

Pooh looked at him suspiciously, and asked obediently, "Uh...what's the matter?"

"Could you please stop cruelly treating the donut and don't dunk it in the coffee it's drowning."

Tony looked over with disgust and said, "This is really not tasty, I've been putting up with you for almost a long time."

Pooh was silent for three seconds, and suddenly asked: "Then can you change your high-profile behavior next time?"

"Honestly, no," Tony replied.

"Well, so, I can't change it."

Pooh calmly soaked the remaining donuts in coffee: "I can't bear you for a long time... Dad!"