Chapter 102: A Little Expert at Sowing Discord

In Stark's laboratory, an armor took out a steaming pizza from the oven and placed it in front of Peter. Stark on the side snapped his fingers and said, "My latest invention, I finally figured out the program to let the armor heat up pizza for me. It uses the same intelligent calculation circuit as the oven, and the oven will transmit the temperature data to it in real-time..."

Peter opened his mouth and took a deep breath, then said, "Why use an armor worth hundreds of millions of dollars instead of buying a pair of oven mitts for a few dollars?"

Stark waved his hand and said, "You don't understand, the data on that oven is too complicated. How do I know what temperature to bake it at and for how long so it won't burn? This is completely a mystery. I hate these mystical things. It's much more convenient to use armor and intelligent programs."

Peter looked at the pizza and felt that there should be nothing wrong with it, it was still edible. Then he reached out to take it, but was burned. He let out an 'ow' and said, "But I still need a pair of gloves, this is too hot!"

"Then you can wait for it to cool down before eating. We can chat or something first."

Peter said, "Fine, it just so happens that I haven't finished my homework yet."

Saying that, he took out a stack of books from his backpack. Stark glanced at it and said, "What's there to write about this kind of thing? This is completely an insult to your IQ."

"No, I'm a good student. From childhood to adulthood, I have never handed in my homework late."

"Fine, write it if you want." Stark stretched his neck on the opposite side of the table and watched Peter do his homework. He seemed to want to say something, but stopped.

Peter focused on writing for a while, then looked up and found Stark staring at him. He and Stark stared at each other. Peter said, "What's wrong, Mr. Stark? Is there something wrong with what I'm writing?"

"Uh... nothing wrong. I mean, it would be better if your handwriting could be prettier. Why don't you try practicing calligraphy or something? You know, that kind of fancy script that draws circles back and forth..."

"That won't work, we aren't allowed to write fancy script in exams, at least in this state. Mr. Stark, do you know fancy script?"

"Of course I do."

"Writing it while wearing armor doesn't count..."

Stark pursed his lips and said, "Actually, I have a question I want to ask you..."

"What question? I'd be happy to answer."

"I... forget it, the pizza is almost cold, you eat first."

Peter picked up the pizza and stuffed it into his mouth somewhat suspiciously. This was made by the Italian chef yesterday, frozen, and only needed to be heated up the next day to eat. The taste was indeed not bad.

Peter was a bit hungry and wolfed down the whole pizza. Stark sat opposite him, resting his head on his elbows on the table. Peter asked while eating, "Aren't you eating? It's quite delicious."

"Gwen also likes this place. Now we go to eat a meal every day after school. Originally, I always complained that the seats there weren't enough, but together with Gwen, we squeezed in the corner, chatting while eating. Is there anything better than this?"

But Peter ate very deliciously. He always took a big bite, then chewed and chewed in his mouth, filling his cheeks like a hamster. Stark watched and felt a bit hungry too, so he also got a pizza.

He asked while eating, "Suppose, I mean suppose, you want to help someone, what would you do?"

"Help someone? Then help. Is there any difficulty? If there is difficulty, then solve it, and then help after solving it."

"But... just... it's the kind with some concerns..."

"What concerns?" Peter looked up at Stark strangely and found his expression was a bit tangled. Peter said, "If you want to help, then just help. If you have concerns, maybe it's because you don't want to help."

Stark stopped chewing. Obviously, Peter pointed out the problem sharply. He said, "It's not that I don't want to help, I want to help him, because he... anyway, this thing is a good thing, he wants to do a good thing, but if he does it himself, it might take a long, long time..."

"Since it's a good thing, then help him. What's the matter? Is it not allowed to do good things?"

"But this will make me a bit... just... a bit faceless, you know..." Stark flipped his hands and said, "I am Stark! I can't just walk up to him and say, 'Hi, now the great Stark wants to do you a favor, are you willing?'"

"You'll be beaten to death." Peter said, and took another bite of the pizza, asking somewhat vaguely, "So if you said that, would he be willing?"

"It's because he probably won't, that I'm a bit tangled."

"He doesn't want you to help, but you insist on helping, is that what you mean?"

"I don't insist on helping!" Stark raised his voice and said, "There is no one and no thing in this world that Stark must help!"

"Then don't help. Others don't need your help, and you don't insist on wanting to help, then just do your own things."

Stark covered his forehead and said, "No! I mean... I want to help him, I just want to... but it's not like I must... forget it, I knew this would be useless. Schiller actually let me ask you this silly kid. This damn vampire doctor, he wants to charge me millions of dollars for just two sentences. I should have seen through his true face long ago..."

"Dr. Schiller let you ask me? Why? Is there any difficulty with this question? If you want to help, help. If you don't want to help, don't help. If others are willing to let you help, then help. If they aren't willing, then don't help."

"Forget it, you're just a child, you don't understand the rules of adults..."

"Oh, I understand, actually you want him to beg you to help him, right?"

"Nonsense, I didn't think so!"

Peter said while chewing the pizza, "You want to help him, but you aren't willing to lower your status. It's best if he can beg you, so you can do good things and not lose face?"

Stark buried his head in eating pizza and didn't answer.

Peter said, "I do good things just because I want to do good things, not for face. Actually, I also don't like some reporters always chasing behind my butt. They think they are reporting a good deed, but I only worry that the aftermath of the battle will affect them. This is not impossible."

"Anyway, if you ask me, doing good things and helping others is not a shameful thing. Just walk up to the other party and say, I want to help you, it's not shameful. Even if you can't help in the end, at least it's good intentions."

Peter paused and continued, "Some people might not really want your help. As long as you tell him that you are standing with him and he is not fighting alone, that's enough."

"Not fighting alone..." Stark said softly.

Peter said, "Right, this is actually very important. Sometimes it's like what you did to me."

"When I want to find someone, I can always find them, which makes me very confident when doing anything. This feeling is really great."

"Just like before, the teacher asked me for my parents' phone number. I couldn't give them my uncle and aunt's phone number, but as long as I think about it, I can think of several people's names, and I know these people will definitely come."

"Then why did you choose me? Didn't choose them?"

"I don't know, the first phone number that came to my mind was Stark Tower's. Maybe it's because this number is easier to remember."

"It's better to say it's because I treat you the best, kid! Those people definitely wouldn't let you eat so much pizza. They would only tell you how high the calories of the cheese on top are, and that eating one whole piece is equivalent to running several kilometers!"

Peter's swallowing action suddenly stopped. He said, "It's over, I just made a fitness plan yesterday, and I ate so much again. I will become as fat as that Pikachu!"

He wailed, "My strength growth period has passed, I must control my diet, otherwise no matter how tough the spider silk is, it won't be able to pull my body!"

Stark swallowed the last piece of pizza and said, "Then let's go. Do you know what activity will make you consume the most calories? That is saving the world, especially saving the world with Stark."

In the psychological clinic, Schiller was talking to Nick on the phone. He said, "... I don't know anything about this aspect, how do I know to what extent their serum research has developed?"

"Last time, I wanted to enter Connors and Peter's laboratory, and I violated more than 200 experimental regulations within three minutes of entering the door. They kicked me out directly, and I didn't even see what the test tube looked like..."

"... Indeed, I studied medicine, and psychology requires studying neurology, but that was when I was in college. Who can remember? We just learn the theoretical knowledge in textbooks, and we don't need to enter the laboratory at all..."

"You can't expect a psychologist to still be able to crack open your skull, or configure some psychedelic agents..."

"... I don't know about this, but I heard Dr. Connors' tone recently... you know, he and Stark don't get along. With Stark's mouth, who can stand him?"

"Connors said two days ago that when it comes to biotechnology, of course, OsCorp is stronger. Of course, this was said behind Stark's back, and it's normal that he doesn't know."

"I think it's about the same. If I were Connors, I would also choose OsCorp. OsCorp and Stark Industries don't get along. If he helps OsCorp develop a healing serum, Stark will definitely be pissed off."

"... The cooperation between the military and OsCorp? Then I don't know. Your intelligence on the military side should be much more than mine, right?"

"But even if Dr. Connors cooperates with OsCorp, their results may not necessarily flow into the military's hands. I think you are worrying too much. Besides, a small healing serum won't be enough to let the military turn the tide, right?"

"Preventing future trouble?" Schiller switched the phone to the other ear. He said in a relaxed tone, "I think you are worrying about nothing, but this matter has nothing to do with me. Even if the military's strength is strengthened, it's not me who will be unlucky..."

"Deducting wages? You are going a bit too far! I get the basic salary..."

"Those shares? Fine, fine, you miser. If you ask me, if OsCorp gets that serum, they will be evenly matched with the military. OsCorp, which no longer worries about being infiltrated and controlled by the military, will definitely use the healing serum as a bargaining chip to carry out more in-depth and comprehensive cooperation with the military..."

"Although I don't know much about those biotechnologies, they should be quite useful for the most part. If the military's strength is strengthened, and they bite back at the negotiating table at the end, S. H. I. E. L. D. will also have to hurt for a few days..."

"... Let me persuade Connors? How do I persuade him? You might as well go and persuade Stark. If he first sends an invitation to Connors, maybe Connors will agree. Compared to OsCorp, Stark is also more inclined to S. H. I. E. L. D. If S. H. I. E. L. D. has both Stark and the healing serum, the military will definitely be defeated."

"But this is indeed very troublesome. You know, those lunatics of the Tartus faction can do anything. They were able to create such a big monster. What if they kidnap Dr. Connors? How many bargaining chips will a genius scientist who can research a healing serum add for them at the negotiating table?"

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from Nick's phone, and then Schiller heard Nick roar: "How did you guys watch him??? Why is Dr. Connors still missing??"

"Damn it! Don't think I don't know it was those Tartus people who did it! Go tell them, don't think S. H. I. E. L. D. knows nothing about their damn plans! We have plenty of evidence! If they really dare to do anything, I will report it to the Security Council immediately!!!" ===== CHAPTER 103 =====