Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 184 I'm Not Crazy, I Just Know What To Do

The next day.

Peter had just woken up when he received a call.

After talking to the other party for a few words, he hung up the phone.

"The thing I'm most afraid of seeing is black smoke coming out of the car."

Uncle Ben came in from the outside with his hands full of oil, and complained to Peter and Aunt May: "That means there is a big problem with the car's engine. Our current budget does not support another engine."

"Either the position of the oil cylinder plunger adjustment rod joint and the oil pump rod has moved, or the quality of the nozzle atomization."

After Peter put down the phone, he casually said to Uncle Ben: "Or, we can change to another car, hasn't the Stark Group already paid us some money?"

"uh-huh."

Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei looked at each other and said, "We need to save for your college consideration, Peter, and this is your money, we can't use it for our own selfish desires."

"And the car isn't broken enough to be repaired. I went to a car repair shop and asked, and they said it only cost $[-], but it just got repaired and now it's broken again."

Uncle Ben's expression was a little melancholy.

Aunt May was stirring a fruit salad and said to her husband, "Did you really give them seven hundred dollars?"

"I thought it could be fixed."

Uncle Ben explained to Aunt Mei with an embarrassed expression.

"Well, you should have discussed it with me, Ben."

The two discussed the issue of car maintenance for a while, and finally ended with Uncle Ben's defeat.

After promising his wife that he would go to the repair shop to ask the other party to question him, Uncle Ben wiped his hands with a towel and asked Peter, "Who called just now, Peter?"

"People from the Stark Trust, they told me there are still some formalities to go through."

Peter explains to Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

"Is it not over yet?"

Uncle Ben was a little surprised.

"Well, and they told me that their boss, Tony Stark, wanted to talk to me."

"Tony Stark?"

Hearing the name "Tony Stark", Uncle Ben nodded slowly.

"Although he knows our home phone number and even my mobile phone, he still greets me in this way. It is conceivable that he is a very stinky person."

"Hi, Peter!"

Hearing Peter uttering indecent words, Aunt May hurriedly stopped him.

"You can't say those words like those bastards."

Aunt May glared at Peter and said to him in a serious tone.

"Sorry, Aunt May."

Being taught by Aunt May, Peter did not argue with the other party like Uncle Ben, but immediately apologized.

"Not next time."

Stark Building.

After using tools to weld the improved part of the suit, Tony Stark stood up.

Putting the machining tools aside and wiping off his sweat, he picked up the latest newspaper.

The first edition that catches my eyes is the black Spider-Woman who recently popped up in New York.

The sub-board also has an event about mutant terrorist attacks.

"Black Spiderwoman?"

Looking at the newspaper's long report on the new version of Spider-Woman's fight against criminals, Tony Stark frowned slightly.

"You don't look very happy, Tony, how are you?"

Little Pepper opened the door and walked in, and asked after seeing his expression.

"I'm fine, especially after seeing the faces of those people in the Ministry of Defense. It seems that they seem to regard me as a fool, or that kind of take advantage of me."

Tony Stark said unhappily: "My iron suit is suspected of endangering national security, and they want to take it back, but I think everyone knows what their plan is."

"They're not going to do it, at least they can't."

Little Pepper put the document on the table, ready to leave, "Here is a document that needs your signature, don't forget."

"Sure, but are you leaving now? I mean ahem, maybe we can talk."

"I have a lot of work now, Tony."

Little Pepper sighed, "I'm not going to develop new technology here every day like you. The company has newly recruited your personal assistant. After she starts working, it may reduce my workload."

"Personal assistant?"

Hearing what the other party said, Tony Stark became interested.

"You didn't ask for my opinion, Watts."

"Because I know you will agree."

Little Pepper shrugged, "Her information is in the folder, if you don't agree, I can fire her immediately."

"is it?"

Tony Stark pretended to pick up the folder, and looked at the information about the personal assistant on it.

"Natalie Rushman."

After seeing the information and photo of the personal assistant above, Tony Stark froze for a moment.

Then he coughed to hide his expression, "Do you know her?"

"It counts as meeting."

Little Pepper remembered the meeting between himself and the other party in the nightmare world.

She originally thought it was a nightmare, but she didn't expect to see the person in the nightmare in reality.

This made her doubt the reality of the dream she experienced even more.

Peter didn't want to tell himself, but all the clues pointed to the reality of the dream.

When she first saw the resume Natasha sent, she almost jumped up in fright.

"Well she looks good."

"Should I fire him, Tony."

"No, I mean try it."

Tony tried not to look into Pepper's half-smiling eyes.

While the two were talking, the phone in the reception room downstairs reminded him that the visitor he had met had arrived.

"You dated Peter?"

Little Pepper asked him in surprise.

"Well, I gotta say thank you, don't I?"

Tony Stark shrugged.

"Okay, but I hope you guys try not to conflict."

Little Pepper said with some concern.

"I'm not the kind of naive middle school student, so... quarrels rarely appear in my dictionary."

Tony said to the other side.

After a few minutes.

"You seem to have been full of melancholy and trouble of late, Mister Stark."

After Peter came in, he looked at the various steel suits in the opponent's laboratory and said to him.

"Ahem. Generally speaking, depression is due to one's own incompetence, and worries are due to unsatisfied desires. For me, I have never worried about my own incompetence and desires. I am more concerned about the future. and trouble."

Tony Stark coughed, a little surprised at Peter's familiarity.

He adjusted his mood, opened the wine cabinet, and asked Peter, "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, no, Mr. Stark, you invited me over just to buy me a drink?"

"No, at least not entirely."

"I just want to know."

He hesitated for a moment, then put down the cup in his hand, "Peter, are you a superhero, or a supervillain? Don't try to deceive me, what happened to you, you can't explain it clearly!"

Peter didn't speak, but looked at the newspaper on the table, "Spider Woman? Do you care about these urban legends? Or, because you have become a superhero now, you are very interested in these similar things?"

Tony Stark shook his head and said:

"I know the city of New York, where the wealth breeds endless crimes, and the lunatics and low-class people hate this city more than any existence. Maybe what a so-called superhero does is just another sense. Crime, this city may because of his appearance, the lunatics and low-level people on the street will reduce their hatred for this city."

"You probably know what I've been through. I used to scoff at these heroes, but now I've changed my mind."

"Maybe the operation of this world will never change according to someone's logic. When there is a painting and everyone draws a stroke on it, the painting will become very strange, and the city will fall into the same situation, But I now think that if no one writes, the city is forever hopeless."

"I used to reap the benefits of the destruction, but now, I want to help those who are hurt by it."

Tony Stark, speaking his true thoughts to Peter.

"Well, it sounds like you, Mr. Stark, have a fairly high awareness, but if your awareness is too high, you will easily die."

"I shouldn't be alive unless it makes sense."

He looked into Peter's eyes and said slowly: "I'm not crazy, I just know what I should do, and I know in my heart that it's right."

After hearing this, Peter shook his head for a while, "So Mr. Stark, what are you trying to express by telling me so much?"

"I just want to tell you that I don't want you to stand against me, Peter, I want you to be my friend, a true friend."

He knew that it was possible that Paul's death was related to Peter, but he didn't ask.

"It seems very useful to gain the friendship of a billionaire."

After a moment of silence, Peter said to him, "But unfortunately, we can't be friends."

"why?"

"Because you are still a little naive, unable to understand your identity and what it will bring you in the future."

Peter said to him calmly: "And, if you want to be friends with the same position, at least you shouldn't send someone to investigate me, right? Mr. Stark."

Peter walked outside while talking.

"Don't worry, someone will come to you to do your best to protect the earth, and you will see them soon."

Listening to Peter's voice gradually weakening, Tony Stark sat on the sofa with a heavy expression.

He punched and hit the cushion on the sofa hard.

"Stupid girl!"

This kid really knew that he had sent someone to investigate him? !

At this time, he was a little annoyed, and he shouldn't act hastily like this.

What he is afraid and worried about now is this kind of unknown that is out of control.

If it was those frontal enemies, he would have the courage to face them head on, but those unknown existences made him feel tired.

(End of this chapter)