Peter stepped into the lab, still with a chill that had not dissipated, and the cold morning wind blew his cheeks a little red, and he exhaled and put down his bag.

The warm air in the laboratory made his forehead sweat slightly, he took off his coat and threw it on the back of his chair, Stark woke up still a little dazed, Peter said: "I heard Dr. Schiller say that you are bothered by something, it just so happens that today is the school holiday, I am not interested in those rugby games, I think we can solve these problems together but first......"

He took out a bag from his school bag, and while he couldn't hold it because of the heat, he said, "I brought the best crepes from near the school, but fortunately I swung fast enough and it wasn't cold yet." ”

Then he looked back at the coffee machine in the corner, and he put the bag of crepes aside, and then ran to the coffee machine, fiddling with it and saying, "Let's have a cup of coffee, Dr. Schiller's espresso is so bitter, I really can't get used to it, let me see, I'm going to have a latte with double milk and double sugar, what do you want?" Mr. Stark? ”

Stark sat by the window, his head on his hands, his head still a little drowsy.

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 little funny, but it is this vitality that makes Stark's heart beat again in the night.

Peter held two cups of coffee on a tray in one hand and a bag of crepes in the other, and placed them on the table.

Peter unwrapped the pancake, squeezed the enclosed sauce onto it, and handed it to Stark, who didn't really like to take things, but he took it anyway and took a bite.

In fact, Peter's taste is not the same as Stark's, Peter likes to eat some things with strong seasonings, and likes to put all kinds of sauces, but Stark's taste is light, he took a bite of the pancake, and the somewhat rushing seasoning flavor covered up the aroma of the dough itself, which was not very delicious in Stark's feeling.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was just baked in the morning, and Peter was very fast, carrying it through most of New York, and it was not yet cold, and with the fragrant coffee, Stark felt a hot current surging in his chest, and he seemed to come back to life.

Stark didn't feel like crying all night, or rather, the emotion had been building up in his heart and couldn't rush to his eyes.

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But it was such an ordinary breakfast, but Stark felt like he was saved, and he never thought that he would be moved to cry for two dollars a piece of crepes.

Peter on the other side didn't look very good, he squeezed too much sauce, a lot of sauce still stuck to the corners of his mouth, and he took a big bite as usual, and then kept putting it in his mouth and chewing.

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

Such an image and this breakfast are at odds with the environment of Stark Tower, which is full of cool metal, all kinds of high-end experimental equipment, and regular flashing lights.

It's as if someone has forcibly painted a colored paint on a cold, regular mechanical part.

But Peter was unfazed, and he ate a pancake at a rapid pace, then poured down a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

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

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

"Gwen likes to eat at this too, and now we go to eat every day after school, and I used to complain that there are not enough seats there, but with Gwen, we huddle in the corner, eating and chatting, is there anything better than that?"

Stark glanced down at his hand, where the original pancake was now a wrapper with some sauce left on it, and the coffee on his left hand had bottomed out.

"It's the first time I've eaten this." Stark said.

Peter was a little surprised and said, "No, right?" Crepes are still quite popular in our area, and almost everyone in the school loves to eat them. ”

"You know Thompson, right? As I mentioned to you before, the big rugby guy in our class could eat five portions in one sitting, and last time he asked me to bring him breakfast, if it weren't for the extra tip he gave me, I wouldn't have carried so many bags. ”

Then Peter said with some ease, "But it's okay, everything has to have a first time, how about it?" Doesn't it taste bad? ”

Stark smacked, he had to admit that the human palate just likes richer flavors, and the sauces aren't necessarily healthy, but they're actually delicious.

After eating, Peter stood in front of the test table, he had wanted to see if Stark had any new mecha ideas, and then he found the stacks of books and materials.

Contrary to Pepper, Peter can read complex experimental data, but he can't read 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 anymore, help!" I seem to know every word in it, but it seems to be unfamiliar......"

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

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

Stark's hand stiffened as he held the book.

Peter's words reminded him that he was not being forced to learn these things now, it was he who chose 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 didn't need to look at these things at all.

As long as he still has his genius brain, which is to go to the garbage heap to pick up materials, he can make mechas.

So why did he choose to keep the company? Stark thought that learning these things didn't seem to be any less painful than digging through the garbage heap.

Then Stark thought of Pepper, of Obadiah, and of his father.

It was at this time that Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is here. ”

"Shut the door and refuse to visit."

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

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

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

"You deserve it."

The two exchanged a few words, and as they saw that 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, and it seems that you don't want to hear about it." ”

Stark choked for a moment, and he said with some suspicion, "My father has other relics, you can't lie to me, right?" ”

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know the truth about your father's death, but I know that things are not that simple, and it is very likely that he was prepared......"

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where's the thing?" ”

"It's supposed to be at the old Stark Industries site, but you'd better not get your hopes up, he won't put anything important there."

"You mean Howard Motor Company? Jarvis, did you get the materials for Obadia's research last time? ”

"Yes, sir, but there are two places in this old site, Stark Industries has been relocated, and I have sent my mech to search both locations."

"Looks like you really care about your father." Steve said.

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

"No, I mean seriously, you don't have to deny it, I can only tell you that the operation that your father participated in and his death were not so simple, he ......"

Steve paused, seeming 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 could tell that Steve seemed to be reminding him of something, but he didn't want to say more, which made him feel a little agitated.

He now understands Schiller's intention to let him read these theoretical books, and now Steve's every move, he can find the corresponding entries in his mind, which can facilitate Stark to look at his attitude from a more objective perspective, if in the past, he would have grabbed Steve by the collar and had to let him say one, two, three.

But now, he could sense that Steve wanted to remind him of something, but he couldn't say it explicitly, and even if he did, it would be a fight at best, and Steve might still think he was being vexatious.

For the first time, Stark felt the power of what he had learned, which would keep his efforts from being wasted, and would make him appear smarter and more elusive in the eyes of the other person.

Steve didn't react when he saw Stark, just thinking about it in place, and he was also a little surprised, what happened to Stark today? Sick? He was ready to be Stark hysterical and forced him to tell the truth.

Does Stark know what can't be done?

But it's not impossible, Steve thought, Stark's family are extremely smart people, maybe little Stark just didn't like him before, and he should still be reliable in business.

Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere among the adults, so he had to ask, "Captain, do you want a cup of coffee?" ”

"No, I'm just here to send a message, I haven't gone for a morning run today."

"Oh, yes." Peter took out a lunch box from his school bag, and he said, "This is the lunch box I took from Dr. Schiller the other day, Captain, if you pass by the clinic, then help me give it back to him, by the way, there are two crepes in it, one for each of you, and the sauce is in the compartment next to it......"

Steve opened the lid and looked at it, and said, "Bring it all to Schiller, I'm not used to eating too much of this sauce, in fact, I don't know why you love Mexican food so much, it tastes so strong." ”

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

Soon after Steve left, the mechs flew in through the window, and one of the mechs was carrying a somewhat worn leather bag, Stark didn't care about the dust on it, he rummaged through it, and found that there was only a somewhat worn notebook inside.

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

It was indeed Howard's handwriting, but most of it was some nonsense that he had written when he was drunk, and some of the garbled underlinings, and the letters were all written in a mess, and nothing could 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 someone he should think of when he's sad and frustrated,

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