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"Uh, Mr. Stark?" After thinking for 5 minutes, the two reached a consensus, and Peter decisively connected the great Iron Man.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar golden-red armor flew in through the window.

The armor disintegrated in front of his eyes, revealing the bearded rich man who was completely dressed at home.He seemed to have rushed over directly from home without even a coat on.

Before the person stood still, the taunt came first: "You two children are very courageous, and Osborne's old house is also something you can break into if you want?"

"Uh, actually, we didn't really go into the house, Mr. Stark, we..." Peter tried to explain quickly.

Stark choked back at him with a look: "I still expected you to look at this 'Miss Spider Spirit', but you can't even look at yourself? Huh?"

Peter silently covered his face and shut up.

Tara rested her chin and sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching Peter lower and lower her head in amused manner.

Seeing her leisurely look, Stark got angry and rolled his eyes: "What? Our 'Miss Spider Spirit' is very proud, isn't she? What a perfect move!"

Tara ignored his criticism and waved her hands indifferently: "The process is not important, don't worry so much." She raised her chin and gestured to the string of "bottles" on the coffee table, "It turns out that old Osborne is indeed Something's wrong, these jars don't look like very peaceful things."

"You got these from that old guy's car?" Stark leaned over and took a "bottle" to observe.

"Yeah, these are all the 'goods' in the truck that the two of us robbed, there is not a single bottle missing." Tara shrugged, "I always feel that these things are quite familiar to people, but it will be a while later. I can't remember."

Peter quietly put down his hand at this time, peeked at Stark's face, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Stark, do you see anything?"

Apparently, his dear Mr. Artificial Intelligence had handed him the scans.Stark raised his eyebrows, and his face was a bit strange: "I didn't expect you two to not notice it." He shook the bottle, "These are all spider venom."

Tara narrowed her eyes and took one in her hand: "That's no wonder."

"What does Norman Osborn want spider venom for?" Seeing that the two had a bottle in their hands, Peter couldn't help touching one too.

"That's what I have to worry about." Stark glanced at him, "Okay, okay, put down the things in my hand, I should go back to be my big detective, and you..."

He paused meaningfully for a while: "Hurry up and go to bed, don't you have to go to class tomorrow?"

"Eh? Mr. Stark! We can help!" Peter jumped up and hurriedly applied to join the truth-seeking team.

"Don't even think about it, pajama boy." He put his armor back on. "One last time, put things down and go to sleep."

"Wait!" Tara raised her head suddenly, she frowned, her expression was not very good, "Can you give me a drop? Or let me take a look at the test results?"

"No." Stark shook his head decisively.

The girl's voice was rare and serious: "Believe me, no one knows more about spider venom than me."

Stark stared at her for a while, and Tara looked back unwillingly.This process lasted for quite a while, perhaps almost a minute of silence?In short, Peter looked so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.

"...Okay." Stark squeezed the space between his brows, "Just this once."

Tara nodded, and Peter was eager to try it in an instant. He raised his hand excitedly: "So what about me? What about me? Can I come together? Mr. Stark?"

Stark rolled his eyes angrily: "Okay, I got it, I got it." He then warned, "You just watch from the side, and you are not allowed to do anything else, understand?"

"Okay, no problem! Don't worry, Mr. Stark!" Peter smiled and showed his small white teeth.

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So in the end, these two people succeeded in asking for tomorrow's leave, using Stark's usual reason-an internship at Stark Industries.

Granted, this was yet another sleepless night in Stark's life.

The same is staying up late, and the gap between people will come out.Stark is notorious for staying up late, drinking coffee like water, after a night, except for a little beard stubble, he is in good spirits as if he is fine.

Take a look at our newly appointed President Harry, and look at his scary dark circles with a high sense of presence...

This is really a topic of male silence and female tears.

But Stark stayed up all night by himself, and he didn't allow the two children to stay up all night under his nose, and drove them into the room like chickens.

Tara didn't tangle with him, yawned and went into the room to catch up on sleep.Peter wanted to stay and help, but was mercilessly suppressed.

The efficiency of a genius is different from that of ordinary people, especially if this is a genius with money and equipment.It's just a short doze for five hours, and then come out of the room, the world will change.

There are various data models in mid-air, sparks and lightning flashing past, making people dizzy.

Stark was leaning back on the boss chair halfway, his hand stroked in mid-air, and a mechanical arm beside him was diligently holding coffee for him, and he had to be careful not to be swayed by the swing of its owner's arm. .

"The result came out?" Ta stretched his waist and pushed away a "ball" that was in front of him.

"The current ones are here." Stark didn't look back, "If you want samples, go to the test tube rack."

Tara nodded, turned her footsteps, and changed direction.

She directly squeezed a drop into her hand, and under Peter's shocked gaze, she moved to the tip of her nose and sniffed it calmly.Immediately, she frowned in disgust, and stretched out her hand: "He mixed some messy things into it."

Stark raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"It's polluted, it's not pure spider venom anymore." The girl looked as if she wanted to shake it off with her hands, but held back, "The toxicity is not bad, but it's obviously been weakened."

She said this with a completely incomprehensible expression: "He spent so much effort to eliminate the poison? What's the use of spider venom without the poison?" Now in her heart, this old Mr. Osborne probably has nothing to do with mental retardation The difference is, "Is it for the sake of looking good?"

"I think he wants to do a human/body/experiment," Stark sneered, "With such a living example of our pajama boy, I am afraid he is jealous."

"What does this have to do with Peter?" Tara was taken aback.

The other two were also taken aback, caught off guard by this sudden question.

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