[Comprehensive] My little sister in battle clothes

The staff of the Avengers Building probably haven't seen a bicycle for a long time. When Peter walked in on his bicycle, many people looked at him.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson!" Peter waved his hand: "Are you here to find the captain?"

Falcon was about to get into the car when he suddenly heard a milk voice calling him. He poked his head out and said with a smile, "Why, did our little baby come to ask the adults for a bottle?"

Peter blushed a little. He didn't know how to react for a long time. Fortunately, Natasha came out at this time. She looked at Sam and said disapprovingly, "Don't always joke with Peter like this."

"Okay, okay." Sam made a gesture of begging for mercy: "Here comes the support, after all, a baby can arouse a woman's mother's love the most."

Sam drove away in time before Natasha smashed the brick, and she walked up to Peter: "Come to Tony?"

Peter nodded: "I made an appointment with him at seven o'clock."

"Let me take you up, he's in the laboratory on the third floor." Natasha touched Peter's bicycle: "Oh, an antique bicycle."

Peter smiled, and followed Natasha into the building. Only the Avengers lived here, and it looked very empty.

"I don't know when I will be able to move in." Peter envied: "Is it okay to graduate from high school?"

"At least graduate from college." Natasha pressed the elevator: "All the cleaners in Stark Enterprises need a diploma."

"But I'm not an employee!" Peter pointed to himself: "I'm Spider-Man!"

"Okay, our spider boy." With a ding, the elevator reached the third floor, and Natasha strode out, leading him to a door, and suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

"It's right here." Natasha looked at Peter, her red lips slightly raised: "Tony is making something good."

"What?" Peter was curious: "Did he make a new Mark suit? Why didn't Karen mention it to me?"

"Did Karen tell you everything?" Natasha's smile became even weirder.

"No." Peter is an honest boy, he didn't pay attention to Aunt Natasha's (?) smile: "But I ask her anything, she will tell me, she always chats with Friday, and Friday knows Stark There are many things about the husband, if there is any gossip or big news, she can..."

"Okay, okay." Natasha's smile broke, and she realized that talking to Peter was a mistake.She pushed Peter in: "Go and talk to your Mr. Stark."

Before Peter finished introducing Karen and Friday's friendship, he was pushed away. He scratched his hair and walked into the office.

"Hello, Kid." Tony didn't even look up, he was still facing the screen, researching something.

"What are you doing?" Peter walked over curiously: "Miss Romanov said you are doing a new research, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Put your battle suit on the table over there, and I'll come over right away." Tony kept swiping the screen in the air, as if he was assembling something, and Peter obediently took the suit out of his schoolbag and put it on the table : "Are you... are you making a new robot?"

On the screen, there was an obvious model of the human body structure. Peter looked over and said, "Here, you want to make a female robot?"

"I want to design a body for Friday." Tony took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and stood up: "A virtual projection."

"Virtual projection!" Peter exclaimed, "It's still possible!"

"Yes, Mr. Parker," came Friday's voice: "I'm very happy to have a new look."

"Then we can see what Friday looks like!" Peter suddenly excited: "Then, can Karen..."

"It's not what it looks like, but what I designed it to look like." Tony picked up Peter's battle suit: "It's horrible."

"I'm sorry..." Peter muttered, "I didn't mean to..."

Tony threw the suit into the trash can, Peter rushed over and hugged the trash can: "My battle suit!"

"Why don't you know how to cherish it when you destroy it." Tony picked up Peter: "Friday, open warehouse No. 42."

"Okay, sir." A door protruded from the wall, and as Tony and Peter walked in, the door slowly opened, and a brand new and cooler spider suit appeared inside.

"Wow!" Peter was so handsome that he couldn't close his legs - bah!Mouth!He pointed at the battle suit and said incoherently, "This, is this for me?"

"Apart from you, who else can tuck themselves into such tight clothes?" Tony rolled his eyes: "It was originally intended to be given to you as a graduation gift, so take it ahead of time, and then don't expect any No presents, I mean, no more Christmas presents."

"Thank you so much, sir!" If it wasn't for a sliver of reason, Peter would have jumped on Tony and kissed him. He excitedly took off his new suit, stretched out his legs, and was about to put it on—

"Stop!" Tony yelled as if he saw someone ruining his raised daughter, "Do you think these are pajama pants!"

Oh oh oh.Peter smirked: "I'm so excited."

Tony sighed, walked over to grab Peter's hand, and stuck it somewhere on the suit. Soon, Karen's voice came: "The authentication is successful." The suit shrank and looked like a belt.

"When needed, use fingerprint authentication, and the suit will be assembled automatically." Tony instructed the country bumpkin Peter.

"Great!" Peter was very happy: "Karen! We have a new suit!"

"By the way, what did you just say?" Tony suddenly remembered something: "You also want to design a new image for Karen?"

"Can I!" After the authentication was successful, Peter hid behind the wall with the belt of the battle suit. When he came out again, the suit was already on his body. The coat, the white eyes were so happy that they narrowed into a line: "Can I design an image for Karen!"

"She's your AI, of course it's up to you to design it." Tony waved his hand, motioning for Peter to go home quickly: "I've had enough headaches designing Friday's image, it's really embarrassing for me to have blonde hair or red hair."

I got a new battle suit, and I can also design an image for Karen!It's double happiness!Peter was stunned by the huge surprise, and he sprinted into the city from the Avengers Building in the suburbs wearing his new suit: "Karen, what color hair do you want!"

"As long as you like it." Karen really didn't care.

"Dark or light?" Peter's mind flashed a lot of appearances of female stars, he shook his head: "No, I have to create a unique look for you, Karen, do you want muscles!"

In no mood.Karen couldn't keep smiling—if she could.

"You are my comrade in arms, so you should look better!" Peter picked up a fat cat stuck in a book, and handed it to a little girl under the tree: "How about black hair?"

"Okay." Karen felt that hair color really didn't matter.

"I really want to see what Friday looks like!" Peter groaned, and landed on a bus that could reach Queen Street Station. Touching his own feet: "It can be used as a reference!"

"If possible, I don't want to be too strong." Although Karen is an AI, she keenly feels that Peter may not be reliable, and she wants to actively fight for some rights.

"Of course!" Peter shook his head: "Tell me what else you want, you have to take the initiative, no matter what!"

"..." After a moment of silence, the spider mask on Peter's head suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?" Peter raised his neck slightly: "Karen?"

"I think you'll be more comfortable this way," Karen said. "No one will notice you now, and you can get some fresh air."

"Yes! That's it!" Peter was very happy, and he clapped his left and right hands: "If you have any ideas, just tell me!"

"No more." Karen's voice didn't fluctuate at all: "It's really nothing."

"Then if there is such a small matter again, you can decide for yourself!" Peter lay down again, squinting his eyes, with a very comfortable look: "Especially when there is no task like this~ eh! eh! What are you doing? !"

He suddenly jumped up and made a move to lift his pants. The uniform on his lower body had been completely disintegrated and shrunk into the suit reactor. Peter was only wearing a pair of white tight underwear, and appeared on the top of the bus like a pervert.

"You are only 17 years old." Karen said solemnly, "Wearing tight clothes for a long time is not good for your physical development."

Peter clasped his lower body, squatted on the roof of the car, looked around and said, "Quick, quick, Karen, put it on for me!"

"Your panties are too tight." As the flat female voice sounded, Peter felt a cold lower body, as if something had scanned him, and the hairs on his legs stood up!

"I suggest that you change into a pair of looser underwear in the future. Don't be afraid that the crotch/lower/protrusion will not look good because the uniform is tights. Health is the most important..."

"Enough!" Peter's face was so red that it could drip blood, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry: "Stop it! Put on my pants!"