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Stark got up from the sofa, walked to Peter's side, and patted his shoulder, "Come on, let's go inside and talk."

After speaking, Stark put his arms around the shoulders of Peter, who was still wearing pajamas, turned back and smiled at Ben and May who were sitting on the sofa, then turned and entered the room.

After closing the room door, Stark casually sat on the bed where Peter was still in a mess.

Stark glanced left and right in Peter's cluttered room, especially when the old computer was on the table. "Oh! Pajama baby, what is this? Retro tech?"

Peter said at a loss, "Uh... the garbage picked up."

"Are you a garbage truck driver?"

"Yes, I'm...whatever, we met in church tomorrow morning, Mr. Stark, I don't know what happened, did Mr. Father ask you to come, I'm not ready to talk to May like this Aunt and Uncle Ben said..."

Seeing that Peter Parker wanted to talk again, Stark, who had seen Peter's talkativeness earlier in the morning, quickly interrupted him.

"Mr. Parker, let me speak first."

"...Okay." Peter shrugged.

Stark took out his phone and faced Peter, "I have a question for you, is this you?"

While speaking, a video had started playing on Stark's mobile phone. The video was captured by roadside surveillance video. In the video, Peter was knocking down a robber who was blocking the road.

The video clearly captures Peter's hood, which was fleeting in front of the surveillance camera, the one he was holding in his hand when he was in church in the morning.

"No..." Peter still wanted to defend, but looking at Stark's eyes, he was instantly discouraged. "Well, it's me, Mr. Stark, you've seen it this morning. I know it's stupid, but I always feel like I need to do something, and Mr. Father has already told me..."

But until now, Peter thought that Angelo had asked Stark to come.

"Nice job," Stark smiled. "3,000 pounds of power."

With that said, Stark looked at Peter's eye sockets again, and Wu Qing's eye sockets that he saw in the morning disappeared, and Stark added, "There is still a good recovery ability."

"So, you're a spider...human, or a spider boy?" Stark pointed to the pajamas on Peter's body. "Or a pajama baby would be a good choice."

Peter leaned against the wall a little dejected, and said in a low voice but still stubbornly, "It's Spider...Man!"

"Who else knows?" Stark sat down and pulled out a trouser leg from the closet next to it. It was a bodysuit that Peter had transformed from his pajamas...

"No one knows." Peter also sat down.

"Your Uncle Ben and Aunt May don't know either?"

"I don't know..." Peter scratched his hair frantically. "Mr. Father has already talked to me, but I haven't figured out how to tell them. If they knew, they would be crazy!"

Peter mentioned Angelo again, which made Stark a little curious. He asked with interest, "Oh? Angelo? How did Angelo tell you?"

"Didn't Mr. Father ask you to come?" This time it was Peter's turn to wonder.

"Of course not, no one can order me." Stark stroked his moustache, "Of course, maybe if Angelo asks me, I will help him take care of the pajama baby."

Peter has developed a certain immunity to Tony Stark's poisonous tongue, rolled his eyes and sighed, "Mr. Father told me, after letting me come back..."

Next, Peter repeated what Angelo told him to Stark again.

"Well... Angelo is actually a pretty good friend, and what he said makes a lot of sense." Stark shook the battle suit at Peter. "I've seen your test scores. They're pretty good. You should study hard. You're still a child."

Peter looked at the broken computer in distress, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said subconsciously, "But I should do something, I have this ability now, I..."

"But have you really made up your mind?" Stark asked Peter again.

Obviously, on this point, Stark and Angelo have different ideas. Angelo prefers that Peter live the life of an ordinary person, at least until he graduates from college.

Stark prefers to leave the choice to Peter himself.

No right or wrong, just different ideas.

"I figured it out! I help those people every day, and it doesn't affect my academic performance."

Stark pondered for a while, "If you really decide, Angelo is right, at least you have to talk frankly with your Uncle Ben and Aunt May first."

"But...they won't support me, and they will even go crazy because of these things!" Peter picked up a pen in frustration and turned it unconsciously in his hand.

His hands, which are not as flexible as human hands, can accurately predict the next drop of the pen every time.

Stark originally agreed with Peter's words, but he suddenly thought of the magic of Angelo. He always seemed to know something that others didn't know. Stark changed his mind, "It's okay, Angelo. He's an amazing person, just tell your Uncle Ben and Aunt May directly, and I can accompany you."

"Really?" Peter Parker looked at Stark suspiciously.

Stark spread his hands and said, "At least you want to be a street hero or a superhero, this level is definitely not going to pass. If your Uncle Ben and Aunt May can agree, I think... um... I can give you a set Brand new battle suit, throw away your pajamas!"

Stark said that finally, he threw the tights made from pajamas to Peter.

Peter took the tights and hurriedly stuffed it under his bed with a guilty conscience.

Peter's actions made Stark angry and funny.

He stood up and put his hand on the doorknob of the room, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to talk. Maybe... For my sake, maybe your Uncle Ben will agree."

Looking at the door of the room that was close at hand~www.readwn.com~ Peter's face showed an expression that he was about to go to the execution ground.

But at this point, Peter could only bite the bullet and follow Stark into the living room, where Ben and Aunt May were still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing the two come out of the room, Ben stood up and said to them with a smile, "Mr. Stark, Peter, are you finished talking?"

"Mr. Parker, I think Peter has something to tell you." Stark shrugged and sat on the sofa.

"Have something to say to us?" Ben and Aunt May were nervous. "What's the matter, Peter? Did something happen?"

Peter was a little embarrassed and a little nervous, but when he saw Stark's encouraging eyes, he didn't know why he calmed down a little, and stammered.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei, this is how it goes..."

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