In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 99: Genius starts again (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

When Peter stepped into the laboratory, his body was still cool. The cold wind in the morning made his cheeks a little red. He let out a breath and put down his schoolbag.

The warm air in the laboratory made his forehead sweat slightly, he took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair, Stark woke up still a little confused, Peter said: "I heard Dr. Schiller say, You're bothering about something, and it's school holidays today, and I'm not interested in those football games, I think we can work it out together but first..."

He took out a bag from his schoolbag, and while he couldn't hold it because it was too hot, he said, "I brought the most delicious pancakes from near the school, luckily I swung it fast enough and it wasn't cold yet. "

Then he turned around and looked at the coffee machine in the corner, he put the pancake bag aside, then ran to the coffee machine, fiddled with it and said, "Let's have a coffee, Dr. Schiller's The espresso is too bitter, I really can't get used to it, let me see, I want a latte with double milk and double sugar, what do you want, Mr. Stark?"

Stark sat by the window, leaning on his head with his hands, his head was still a little dizzy.

Busy Peter has a kind of vigor and vitality unique to his age, just like the bustling morning in New York. Although it looks too jumpy and a bit funny, it is this kind of vitality that makes him Stark's heart, which had been frozen in the night, started beating again.

Peter held the two cups of coffee on the tray in one hand and the bag of pancakes in the other, and then put them on the table.

Peter unpacked the pancake, squeezed the bonus sauce onto it, and handed it to Stark. Stark actually didn't like to pick up things, but he took it anyway and took a bite.

Actually, the tastes of Peter and Stark are different. Peter likes to eat some heavily seasoned food and likes to put all kinds of sauces, but Stark's taste is lighter. He took a bite of the pancake, The somewhat offensive flavor of the seasoning covered up the aroma of the bread itself, which was not very tasty in Stark's opinion.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was just baked in the morning. Peter took it across most of New York City at a high speed, and it was still not cold. Ke felt a surge of heat in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.

During the entire night, Stark didn't feel like crying, or rather, that emotion had been accumulated in his heart, unable to rush to the eye sockets.

But it was such an ordinary breakfast that gave Stark a feeling of salvation. He never thought that he would be moved to cry for a two-dollar pancake.

Peter on the opposite side is not eating very well. He squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of sauce is still sticking to the corner of his mouth. As usual, he took a big bite and kept putting it in his mouth. chew.

The steamy breakfast made him sweat even more, he tore his neckline, and the shape of his clothes became a little messy.

This image and this breakfast are incompatible with the environment of Stark Tower. There are cold metals, various high-end experimental instruments, and regular flickering lights everywhere.

It was as if someone had forcibly painted a colorful paint on the cold and regular mechanical parts.

But Peter was not affected at all. He first ate a piece of pancake quickly, then downed a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed on the back of the chair, letting out a contented sigh.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, "That's great, I used to eat it only once a week, because you know, although this restaurant is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive, if you eat in the school cafeteria, it can be half the price. "

"But I really don't like eating sausages in the school cafeteria, so whenever Uncle Ben gives me pocket money, I will eat it once."

"Gwen also likes to eat here. Now we go to have a meal every day after school. I used to complain that there were not enough seats, but with Gwen, we huddled in the corner, chatting while eating, and Is there anything better than this?"

Stark looked down at his hand, there was only a piece of wrapping paper left from the original pancake, and there was still some sauce left on it, and the coffee on his left hand had also bottomed out.

"It's my first time eating this," said Stark.

Peter was a little surprised and said: "No way? Pancakes are quite popular in our place, and almost everyone in school likes to eat them."

"You know Thompson, right? As I told you before, the big guy in our class who plays football can eat 5 servings in one go. Last time he asked me to bring him breakfast. He gave me an extra tip, so I won't carry so many bags."

Then Peter said with some ease: "But it's okay, there must be a first time for everything, how about it? The taste is not bad, right?"

Stark clicked his lips. He had to admit that human tastes prefer richer flavors. Although those sauces may not be healthy, they are actually quite delicious.

After dinner, Peter stood in front of the experimental table. He wanted to see if Stark had any new mecha ideas, and then he discovered the stacks of books and materials.

Contrary to Pepper, Peter can understand the complicated experimental data, but he can't understand such long speeches at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it twice, covered his eyes and said, "I don't seem to know English, help me! I seem to know every word in it, but it seems very strange... ..."

"I think sooner or later, you'll have to learn this too," Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said: "That's why my dream was never to start a company, or to be the richest man in the world, I know I can't figure it out, I might not even be able to hire an employee, because I don't understand what they are thinking, maybe the business talks will be a mess..."

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened.

Peter's words reminded him that in fact he is not being forced to learn these things now, it is he who has chosen to keep the Stark Group. In fact, if he chooses to give up the company and choose to be an independent street hero, then he actually doesn't need to read these things at all.

As long as he still has the brain of his genius, he can make a mech even if he goes to the garbage dump to pick up materials.

Then why did he choose to save this company? Stark thought that the pain of learning these things did not seem to be any less painful than digging through the garbage dump.

And then Stark thought of Pepper, Obadiah, and his father.

At this time, Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is visiting."

"Close the door and deny visitors."

But it was too late, Steve had already appeared at the door of the laboratory, he folded his arms and said, "Schiller said that you seem to be in some trouble, so I came here to laugh at you."

"Shut up, or I'll put on a mech and beat you up right now."

"I haven't settled with you yet, you used mecha to blow up my account."

"That's what you deserve."

The two exchanged a few words, and when they were about to make a move, Peter stood between them and stopped them with his arms outstretched.

Steve said: "Originally I had some clues about your father's relics, it seems that you don't want to hear it."

Stark choked for a moment, he said suspiciously: "My father has other relics, you are not lying to me, are you?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know the truth about your father's death that year, but I know that it's not that simple, and he may have been prepared..."

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where is the thing?"

"Actually, it should be at the old site of Stark Industries, but you'd better not have too much hope, he won't put anything important there."

"You mean the Howard Motor Company? Jarvis, did you get the information on Obadiah's research from there last time?"

"Yes, sir, but there are two places in this old site. Stark Industries has been relocated, and I have sent mechs to search the two places separately."

"It seems you really care about your father," Steve said.

"I didn't, I just..."

"No, I'm serious. You don't need to deny it. I can only tell you that the actions your father participated in and his death were not that simple. He..."

Steve paused, seemingly hesitant, but he said, "Maybe he doesn't look like a good father to you, but he must be a good partner to me, what do you think makes This difference?"

Stark frowned, he heard that Steve seemed to be trying to remind him something, but he was unwilling to say more, which made him feel a little anxious.

He now understands Schiller's intention of letting him read these theoretical books, and now he can find the corresponding entries in his mind for every move of Steve, which will make it easier for Stark to look at it from a more objective perspective His attitude, if it was in the past, he would have grabbed Steve by the collar and made him say one, two, three.

But now, he could feel that Steve wanted to remind him of something, but he couldn't say it clearly. Even if he asked, it would be a fight at most, and Steve might still feel that he was making trouble for no reason.

For the first time, Stark felt the magical effect of these things he learned, which can save him from wasting his efforts, and can also make him appear smarter and more elusive in the eyes of the other party.

Steve didn't react when he saw Stark, he was just thinking on the spot, he was also a little surprised, what happened to Stark today? Are you sick? He was already prepared for Stark to be hysterical and insisted on forcing him to tell the truth.

Does Stark know what's wrong?

However, this possibility is not impossible, Steve thought, the Stark family are all extremely smart people, maybe the little Stark just disliked him in the past, so he should still be reliable in business.

Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere between the adults~IndoMTL.com~ He had to ask: "Captain, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, I'm just here to send a message. I haven't run in the morning yet."

"Oh, that's right." Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, and he said, "This is the lunch box I took from Dr. Schiller a few days ago, Captain, if you pass by the clinic, please help me." Give it back to him, by the way, there are two pancakes inside, one for each of you, and all the sauces are placed in the grid next to it..."

Steve opened the lid, took a look, and said, "Bring it all to Schiller, I can't eat things with too much sauce, in fact, I don't know why you guys love Mexican food so much Yes, the taste is too strong."

"Okay, then take it all to the doctor, we'll see you later."

Shortly after Steve left, mechas flew in through the window, and one of the mechas was carrying a somewhat worn-out leather bag. Stark ignored the dust on it, and turned over Flipping through it, I found that there was only a somewhat worn-out notebook inside.

Stark opened the notebook and looked at it. Half of the notebook should have been soaked in wine. After he opened it, he didn't find any useful information.

It is indeed Howard's handwriting, but most of it is some nonsense written by him after he was drunk, and there are some messy underlines, and the letters are all messed up, and nothing can be seen at all.

Stark put down the notebook, he felt a little disappointed, but he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

His father had better not be a savior at this time, Howard is not the person he should think of when he is sad and frustrated,

Genius, Stark thought, there can only be one genius Stark in this world, and that's him, Tony Stark.