"You mean, there's something wrong with the reactor on Mr. Stark's chest?" Peter looked at Ethan and said,
"Peter, you are very smart..." Ethan put his arm around Peter's shoulders, turned to look at him and said, "Even if you just think about it for a moment, you should be clear about embedding an energy source that uses this principle into your body.
, how dangerous it would be.”
Peter was very worried and said: "What should we do? We should be able to develop a new thing to replace that thing, right?"
"Of course, Tony is a genius. If he really wants to do something, of course he can succeed, but what if he doesn't want to?"
"How could he not want to? This is a matter related to his own life..." As soon as Peter finished saying this, he stopped, and Ethan said: "You should have noticed that Tony's mentality is a bit negative now. He
Always thinking about dying like a hero instead of thinking about how to live well."
Peter thought of Stark's figure flying towards the Highland Building without hesitation. No matter how he tried to persuade him, Stark would not stop. In addition to being heroic, this gesture did have the smell of rushing towards death.
Peter sighed, sat on the chair, then put an arm on the table, and said: "I once heard from Dr. Schiller what happened to Mr. Stark during this time. To be honest, it would really make people happy."
It’s very sad.”
"What do you think I should do?" Peter spread his hands and said, "I want to help him, but I may not be able to help him in terms of technology."
"Stark doesn't need anyone to help him with technology. I think you can persuade him."
Ethan leaned on the experimental table next to Peter and looked at him and said: "Don't you notice? Stark treats you differently. We are his friends, but there are some things that he never listens to.
I advise you, but you may be different."
After Ethan left, Peter, who was alone in the laboratory, was in a daze. He began to recall every bit of his time with Stark.
First, at the top of the New York Television Tower, Stark told him about his experience in Afghanistan.
That day, when they were still strangers, Stark told Peter that it would hurt to be a hero.
It was not until later that Peter discovered that Stark was not a person who would cry out in pain easily.
Peter could imagine that having a reactor embedded in his chest, no matter how powerful it was or how powerful a mecha it could drive, would definitely be unpleasant for the owner of this body.
The lights in the laboratory were very dim, with only the light of the instruments intertwined on the ground. Spider-Man was not immune to fatigue. In such an environment, Peter, who had been fighting for a day, also felt tired and sleepy.
In a daze, he seemed to see Stark sitting on the ground in front of him, leaning his back on the experimental table, holding a model of a reactor in his hand.
Peter remembered that he asked Stark what the model that had been placed on his desk was. Stark was silent for a long time, but in the end he only said one name-Howard.
Peter had vaguely heard this name from other people. For example, Steve told Peter that Howard was once his old comrade in arms. He was also a genius, but he also drank too much.
Natasha seemed to have mentioned this name, but she didn't say anything good anyway. Nick also mentioned Stark's father in words, but he didn't say anything that impressed Peter.
Just like his father, Peter thought, what he heard from Uncle Ben and Aunt May was always just a name and some vague descriptions.
Father, thought Peter, this word was so far away to him.
Peter's sleepiness became more and more intense, and as if in a dream, he saw Stark put down the model and then closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.
In every such late night, in the deserted laboratory of Stark Tower, Iron Man does feel pain.
He always said that Howard was not the person he should think of when he was in pain, but no one knew who Iron Man was thinking of every night like this.
In Peter's deeper dream, he dreamed that Stark had become his father.
In this dream, there is no advanced equipment, luxurious environment of the Stark Group, and the luxury of a wealthy family that Peter cannot imagine.
His childhood was still trapped in that old house, and his memory was still filled with half-new clothes, toys that couldn't fill a box, and storybooks that had been dug out of wrinkles.
But the only difference is that he has a father, a father who works with him to dismantle those toy cars and use building block parts to build various machines.
Together, they used marbles as planets and laid out a map of the solar system on the somewhat old floor. In the narrow room, the light of the setting sun shone on these somewhat crude toys. The tall Stark and the young Peter, they
Staring attentively at the glass beads on the floor, the father and son seemed to own the entire universe.
The appearance of the two began to change. Peter saw that Stark had become Howard, and he himself had become the young Stark.
Howard gently moved the marbles, and countless mysteries of the universe were told from his mouth. The light of those glass balls began to become brighter and brighter, and began to become more and more dazzling.
Peter saw a father and son standing hand in hand above the earth. All the planets in the solar system were controlled by them. Even the sun obeyed his father's order and weakened its light. The planets kept rotating and countless lights flickered.
Mars, Venus, Jupiter...
Such knowledge, which is quite profound for children, echoes in the silent universe.
Before Peter's consciousness fell into darkness, the last image he recalled was when Stark handed him the first-generation Spider-War suit, with Stark's visor rising and his brown eyes.
Under the sunlight, it is as rich as honey that is about to melt.
Peter was convinced that he saw two completely different emotions in those eyes, the vicissitudes of his father and the innocence of a child.
The night began to get deeper and deeper, and Stark was lying on the hospital bed. He was indeed very tired, but the biological clock of staying up late all year round made him still unable to sleep.
Just when he felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to turn over, he heard the door handle move slightly. He turned his head with difficulty and saw that the door was opened a small crack, and the light from outside the door poured in. Peter came from
He squeezed in through the crack in the door and closed the door gently.
As soon as Peter turned around, he saw Stark's bright eyes staring at him. He seemed to be startled, and then said in embarrassment: "Uh... Mr. Stark, are you not asleep yet? I
I thought……"
"What are you doing here now? Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I...I have a bit of insomnia. I just can't sleep. Well, actually I have already slept, but I just woke up suddenly..."
"Has anyone ever told you that when you make up lies, you always speak confusingly?"
Peter said dejectedly: "I know that I have never lied since I was a child."
"So why are you here? If there are any questions related to the experiment, we will discuss it tomorrow morning."
"I was about to fall asleep." Stark turned over and turned his back to Peter, indicating that he was going to sleep.
Peter lowered his head and didn't turn on the light. He just walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down. He was silent for a long time, so long that he thought Stark had fallen asleep.
Then he spoke like a ghost: "Mr. Stark, can you tell me about your father?"
Stark was silent and did not answer. Peter felt that he was going too far, but he still said: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that... you know, I have never met my father. When others hear about my life experience, they
They will never mention their parents to me again, even Gwen is the same..."
Stark's figure curled up on the hospital bed moved slightly, and he heard Peter say: "Well, actually, I just had a dream, so I couldn't sleep. I dreamed of my father, but maybe it wasn't
My father, after all, I haven’t met him, right?”
Finally, during the long silence, Stark sighed, turned over, stared straight at the ceiling, and said, "Howard is an alcoholic, and he gets drunk every day."
"When he's drunk, he'll curse everything. He's a rude bastard. When he's sober, the most common thing he says to me is, you don't understand anything."
"Of course, of course I didn't understand anything. I was only a few years old at the time."
"I am naturally interested in cars and like playing with metal parts. But when I make something, he never praises me. He only calls it a pile of junk."
"Alcohol burned out his proud brain." Stark snorted and said, "So that in the last stage of his life, he didn't come up with any decent inventions."
"Look at me now! Stark Group is better than before, and I have come up with more inventions that can change the world!"
"He is wrong, very wrong. It's not that little Stark doesn't understand anything. It's him who really doesn't understand anything, it's Howard Stark..."
Looking at the silent Peter, Stark turned his face and said: "You didn't hear the story you wanted, right? What did you think you would hear? Our father-son love is deep, or he taught me knowledge
, taught me step by step how to invent and create since I was a child?"
Stark lowered his eyes. When he half-squinted his eyes, his long eyelashes would always cast thick shadows in those brown eyes.
Peter lowered his head, crossed his hands together, covered his chin, and said: "I have never dreamed of my father before, and I have never thought of him, because I have never seen him at all.
There is no part about him in my memory, I can’t even dream.”
Stark glanced at him, and then said: "Well, maybe there were some good times, maybe... a long time ago, so early that I can't remember clearly, I remember that we were together
Standing in front of the experimental bench, we...I don't remember exactly what we did, but there was always that time..."
Stark turned his head and looked at Peter, but he didn't see any sadness on Peter's face. There was no loneliness or sadness in Peter's childish eyebrows as he imagined.
Stark thought that maybe this was normal. Peter had been like this for more than ten years. In his life, his uncle played the role of father, but maybe it was only part of it.
Ben Parker is an ordinary person who tried his best to give Peter his best qualities, namely strength and kindness.
But Peter is a genius, and Stark knows this all too well. Geniuses need resonance, communication with opponents, and the collision of sparks of thinking.
When Peter and Stark looked at each other, they both thought, this really confirmed the saying, genius is always lonely.
Stark saw Peter's eyes falling on the reactor on his chest. He put his head flat and continued to stare at the ceiling with his eyes, looking at the flash of light outside the window, leaving various shapes on the ceiling.
"If the problem with this reactor is not solved, you will die, right?" Peter asked him. "I heard Ethan say so."
"They always make a fuss out of a molehill. In fact, there is nothing wrong with me. I..."
"You don't know how I felt when I saw the picture of your death in the spider sense." Peter said.
Stark heard a tremor in his tone.
"...The laboratory equipment in Stark Tower is very advanced. I like the environment here very much. The decoration here is also very gorgeous. I have never lived in such a good place."
"But more importantly, no one has ever taught me the knowledge of manufacturing equipment or the methods of experiments before. No one has ever been with me on the experimental bench, assembling the parts, and then testing the finished products together..."
"When my spider sense told me that this was all going to end, I couldn't accept it at all..." Peter's final voice was lowered, and the last syllable fell to the ground, almost collapsing upon contact.
Stark closed his eyes, his Adam's apple trembling up and down, and he said: "What do you want me to say? Let me tell you personally, after one year and three months, maybe it will be all over."
In Stark's dark vision, he still began to think back to those days that were so far away that he couldn't even remember them, searching for the insignificant fragments in his memory.
To recall the good times he and Howard had together.
On this night, when he was stumbling to dig out the fragments of these memories from the gaps, Stark finally admitted that he was missing them.
Tonight, his pain was stronger than any other night, so this longing was even stronger.
Howard was not the person he should think of when he was in pain, because those good times would never come again because his father was dead.
It was only then that Stark discovered that when he changed from a son to a father, he felt that any father would rather be able to live forever than to have his children think of him in painful nights.
Live on and let those good times never end.
Stark felt that his desire to survive had never been as strong as it is now - he didn't want to be Howard, the person he hated the most.
He didn't want to use an abrupt death to remind his children all their lives that those good times had passed forever and would never come back.
So his children can only be forced to forget, tear the happiest and glorious days of their lives into pieces, hide them in the most peripheral corners of their memory, and deny its existence.
In this silent night, no one saw the sleeping Stark. His fingers with clinging skin lines, which were no longer young, clenched the guardrail of the hospital bed, just like he had held the model for many late nights.
.
No one knew that in Peter's next dream, he saw the strange night sky again, and those remaining memories became clear in the dream. He heard two gunshots and saw a string of scattered pearl necklaces.
In his hazy dream, the last dream seemed to come back. Peter saw another world, another father and son, holding hands and slowly walking towards the universe.
He saw those good times behind the dark tide that maybe even the bat himself couldn't find.
22600001-R: Bat Incident (End)
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