Marvel turns into Iron Man

Peter Parker had no idea how he got back to his downstairs apartment, much less how he got into bed.

His mind is full of numbers and formulas instilled in him by Mister Fantastic Reed Richards, as well as piles of long speeches.

And his stomach is full of spaghetti and French desserts poured into his stomach by Wonder Girl Susan Stone.

For superheroes, the calories in food are nothing, and they can be consumed almost as long as they run a little.

But the numbers in his mind remained in his mind as if the logic was violent, which made him feel like a splitting headache.

Naturally, Peter Parker had been a researcher under Dr. Richards for a while, so he was relatively close in all aspects.

Strictly speaking, he should have been familiar with Dr. Richards' long-winded words, but the reality shattered his fantasy coldly and mercilessly.

Accustomed to Dr. Olivia's concise explanations and explanations, it is difficult for Peter to get used to Dr. Richards' long speeches.

Even when he climbed into bed, the things in his mind couldn't help but make him want to vomit the contents of his stomach.

Maybe it's because Dr. Richards is indeed a guy who is used to using words and numbers to rape other people's logic.

Even Spider-Man, Peter never imagined that mathematics and physics are such magical creations that make him feel uncomfortable.

Lying in bed, he can only use the yoga technique he learned from Dr. Bruce Banner to empty his mind.

If not, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so he fell asleep peacefully.

After all—I have to go out on a date with Miss Otto after work tomorrow~

Although the other party didn't seem to have any intention of dating, at least they agreed.

What kind of clothes should I wear tomorrow? Where should I meet up? Do you want to go back and see Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei?

Peter didn't think he was a romantic person, but he admitted that he did have several girlfriends.

It's a pity that among the girls I've dated with, none of them can stay by my side for a long time.

Except for one person I know the most, my mentor in college, Olivia Octavius.

She is a good sister who does not have a blood relationship with herself, but is closer than her relatives.

Well, considering the age of the other party, sister may not be so suitable, but at least, that's what she asked him to call.

Thinking about what might happen tomorrow, Peter Parker soon fell asleep.

But what he didn't know was that on the two floors above, Reed Richards stayed up all night.

The most important thing is that the energy fluctuations captured by his equipment are a bit too high-profile.

Unbeknownst to Reed, earlier in the evening, someone had managed to open the way to the multiverse.

And he didn't know what happened in the underground Justice League Research Institute at this time.

For this energy fluctuation that is not shy or even high-profile, he can only choose to pay attention to it for the time being.

At least, he can only choose to pay attention to it temporarily before something actually happens.

"It's 7:30, good weather in NYC, visibility.....you can look outside for yourself."

"It can be seen that today is indeed a good day, thank you, Miss Evelyn."

Time soon came the next morning, another sunny morning, Peter was woken up by Evelyn.

Peter, who was lying on the sofa bed, clutched the sheets on his body tightly in his hands, and stretched out his hands to block the sun that was pouring down through the glass.

Not far from the sofa bed, the image of the artificial intelligence Evelyn stood there, still behaving like a machine.

Well, Evelyn is originally an artificial intelligence, so this mechanical and rigid look is indeed very suitable for her.

"You don't need to be so nervous, and I won't do anything to you, Mr. Peter."

"Uh... I just didn't react a little bit."

Thinking that what was in front of him was just a projected body of artificial intelligence, Peter let go of the sheet in his hand.

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up and couldn't realize whether the other party was a real person, so Peter was still a little shy.

The let go of the quilt revealed the crinkled and crumpled corners, as if silently accusing the other party of his actions.

Nearly four years out of college, Peter no longer has to go to school every day.

He also didn't hold a post in the disaster management and control company, but simply came out to start the company by himself.

For him, the place where he sleeps is his office.

As for when to go to and from get off work, it all depends on when he wakes up and gets sleepy.

Peter quickly got up from the bed and walked across the corridor of the office towards the toilet.

On her body, she was still dressed in the washed-white vest and the gray checked pants.

The place to sleep is next to the window in the office, which can be called reclusive.

"So, Miss Evelyn, what's for breakfast today—"

"Today is Thursday, as usual, cheese sliced ​​beef burger, snacks and a glass of milk."

Peter had already heard a slight knock on the door, and he knew that it was the food delivery robot knocking on the door.

Such a scene will happen every day, and he is already used to the meals delivered by this low-intelligence robot that can't open the door.

"Hello, little one, do you have anything for me?"

He slowly opened the glass door of the office, and let in the cylindrical robot that was no higher than his knees.

The robot does not have a language module installed, but there is still a smiling face on the square display on its head.

Wash up, eat, and then walk all the way to any desk in the office and sit down.

The desks here are all provided when renting the office in the Baxter Building.

Although there is no supporting office electronic equipment, at least it comes with a super ergonomic chair to lie on.

It can be seen that today is still an ordinary day after day, and Peter is finally ready to go to work.

He took out the tablet that was charged last night from his backpack, put it on the desk, and pressed the device button.

【Proudly produced by Shoreline Technology——】

Naturally, a projection device convenient for work is installed on the tablet computer.

A huge light blue light curtain unfolded in front of him, with the words Coastline Technology written on it.

The light curtain quickly disintegrated into several small rectangular projection screens with various things.

"Okay, it's time to start working, let's see what the task is for today."

After speaking, Peter reached out and tapped on the projection screen in front of him, pulling the screen over out of thin air.

PS:

I really want to write Kamen Rider again, it’s uncomfortable