When Peter stepped into the laboratory, there was still a chill that had not dissipated from his body. The cold wind in the morning made his cheeks a little red. He exhaled 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 and was still a little confused. Peter said: "I heard Dr. Schiller say that you are working on
I'm troubled by something. It's school holiday today and I'm not interested in those football games. I think we can solve these troubles together but first..."
He took out a bag from his schoolbag, and while he couldn't hold it because it was hot, he said: "I brought the most delicious pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I made it fast enough and it hasn't cooled yet."
Then he turned back and looked at the coffee machine in the corner. He put the pizza bag aside, then ran to the coffee machine, playing with it and said: "Let's have a cup of coffee, Dr. Schiller's espresso."
It's too bitter. I really can't stand 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, holding his head with his hands. His head was still a little dizzy.
Peter was busy with a kind of vigor and vitality unique to his age, just like the bustling morning in New York. Although it seemed too out of the ordinary and a bit funny, it was this vitality that made Stark
The heart that was frozen at night started beating again.
Peter held the two cups of coffee on the tray in one hand and the pizza bag in the other, then put them on the table.
Peter unwrapped the pancake, squeezed the bonus sauce on top, and handed it to Stark. Stark didn't actually like to pick up things, but he took it anyway and took a bite.
In fact, Peter and Stark have different tastes. Peter likes to eat things with strong seasonings and a variety of sauces, but Stark's taste is on the lighter side. He took a bite of the pancake, which was a bit spicy.
The strong flavor of the seasoning covered up the aroma of the bread itself, which in Stark's opinion was not very delicious.
But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was just baked in the morning. Peter was very fast and took it through most of New York City. It was not cold yet. Paired with the fragrant coffee, Stark felt like it.
A wave of heat surged in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.
Throughout the night, Stark didn't feel like crying, or in other words, the emotion had been accumulated in his heart and could not reach his eyes.
But just such an ordinary breakfast gave Stark a feeling of salvation. He never thought that he would be so moved that he wanted to cry for a two-dollar pancake.
Peter on the other side didn't eat well. He squeezed out too much sauce and a lot of the sauce was still stuck to the corners of his mouth. As usual, he took a big bite and kept chewing it in his mouth.
The steaming breakfast made him sweat even more. He pulled at his collar and the shape of his clothes became a little messy.
This image and this breakfast are incompatible with the environment of Stark Tower, which is full of cold-colored metal, various high-end experimental instruments, and regular flashing lights.
It was as if the cold and regular mechanical parts had been forcibly painted with a layer of colorful paint.
But Peter was not affected at all. He first quickly finished a piece of pancake, then drank a large cup of coffee, and finally slumped back in the chair and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Peter wiped his mouth and said, "That's great. I used to only be able to eat it 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's half the price."
"But I really didn't like the sausages in the school cafeteria, so I would eat them every time Uncle Ben gave me pocket money."
"Gwen also likes to eat here. Now we go there to eat every day after school. Originally, I always complained that there were not enough seats there, but with Gwen, we squeezed into the corner and chatted while eating. There is nothing better than this.
Is it a good thing?"
Stark lowered his head and glanced at his hand. All that was left of the entire pancake was a piece of wrapping paper, with some sauce remaining on it. The coffee on his left hand was also bottomed out.
"This is my first time eating this," Stark said.
Peter was a little surprised and said, "No way? Pancakes are quite popular in our place. Almost everyone in the school likes to eat them."
"You know Thompson, right? I told you before, the big guy who plays rugby in our class can eat 5 servings in one breath. Last time he insisted on asking me to bring him breakfast. If I hadn't given him
For my extra tip, I won’t carry so many bags.”
Then Peter said somewhat relaxedly: "But it doesn't matter. There has to be a first time for everything, how about it? Doesn't it taste good?"
Stark clicked his tongue. He had to admit that human tastes actually like richer flavors. Although those sauces may not be healthy, they are actually quite delicious.
After eating, Peter stood in front of the experimental table. He originally wanted to see if Stark had any new mecha ideas, and then he discovered the stacks of books and information.
Just the opposite of Pepper, Peter could understand those complicated experimental data, but he couldn't understand such long explanations at all.
He picked up one of the articles, looked at it twice, then covered his eyes and said: "I don't seem to know English anymore, help! I seem to know every word in it, but they all seem strange..."
"I think sooner or later, you have to learn this too." Stark said.
Peter shook his head and said: "That's why my dream has never been to open a company or be the richest man in the world. I know I can't understand this. I may not even be able to recruit an employee because I don't understand."
What are they 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 was not being forced to learn these things now. It was his choice to keep the Stark Group. In fact, if he chose to give up the company and choose to be an independent street hero like Peter,
, then he actually doesn’t need to see these things at all.
As long as he still has his genius brain, he can make a mecha even if he goes to the garbage dump to collect materials.
So why did he choose to keep this company? Stark thought, the pain of learning these things does not seem to be any less than going through the garbage dump.
Then Stark thought of Pepper, Obadiah, and his father.
At this moment, Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is visiting."
"Close the door and refuse visitors."
But it was already too late. Steve had already appeared at the door of the laboratory. He crossed his arms and said, "Schiller said you seemed to be in some trouble, so I came here to laugh at you."
"Shut up, or I'll put on my mecha and beat you up right now."
"I haven't settled it with you yet. What's the matter with you using your mecha to blow me up?"
"You deserve it."
The two bickered for a while, and when they were about to start fighting, Peter stood between them and stretched out his arms to stop them.
Steve said: "I originally had some clues about your father's relics, but it seems you don't want to hear it anymore."
Stark choked, and he said suspiciously: "My father has other relics, are you lying to me?"
Steve shook his head and said: "I don't know the truth about your father's death back then, but I know it's not that simple. He was probably 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 Howard Motors? Jarvis, is that where you got the information on Obadiah's research last time?"
"Yes, sir, but there are two places in this old site. Stark Industries has been relocated. I have sent mechas to search the two locations respectively."
"It seems you really care about your father." Steve said.
"I didn't, I just..."
"No, I mean it seriously. 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 and seemed a little hesitant, but he still said: "Maybe in your opinion, he is not a good father, but in my opinion, he must be a good partner. What do you think makes this difference?"
?”
Stark frowned. He heard that Steve seemed to be reminding him intentionally, 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. Now he can find corresponding entries in his mind for every move Steve makes, which makes it easier for Stark to view his attitude from a more objective perspective.
, if it had been in the past, he would have grabbed Steve by the collar and forced him to tell him something.
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 think he was being unreasonable.
For the first time, Stark felt the usefulness of these things he had learned. It would save him from wasting his efforts, and it would also make him appear smarter and more unpredictable in the eyes of the other party.
Steve saw that Stark had no reaction and was just thinking on the spot. He was also a little surprised. What happened to Stark today? Is he sick? He was prepared for Stark to be hysterical and insisted on forcing him to tell him.
Ready to reveal the truth.
Does Stark also know what's wrong?
But it's not impossible. Steve thought, the Stark family are all very smart people. Maybe little Stark just didn't like him in the past, but he should still be reliable in business matters.
Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere among the adults, so he had to ask: "Captain, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"No, I just came here to send a message. I haven't gone for a morning run today."
"Oh, by the way." Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag and said, "This is the lunch box I took away from Dr. Schiller a few days ago. Captain, if you pass by the clinic, help me return it to him.
, By the way, there are two pancakes inside, one for each of you, and the sauces are placed in the grid next to it..."
Steve opened the lid and took a look and said: "Bring them all to Schiller. I can't get used to this kind of food with too much sauce. In fact, I don't know why you love Mexican food so much. Then
The taste is too strong.”
"Okay, then bring them all to the doctor. We'll see you later."
After Steve left, soon, mechas flew in through the window. One of the mechas was carrying a somewhat worn leather bag. Stark ignored the dust on it. He turned it over and found that
There was only a notebook inside that looked a little worn.
Stark opened the notebook and looked at it. Half of the notebook must 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 nonsense written by him when he was drunk, and there are also some random underlines and letters written in a mess, and nothing can be seen at all.
Stark put down his notebook, feeling a little disappointed but also relieved.
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 is him, Tony Stark.