Chapter 104: Genius Sets Off Again (Part 2)

When Peter stepped into the laboratory, he still carried the coolness that hadn't dissipated. The cold wind in the morning blew his cheeks a bit red. He exhaled and put down his backpack.

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 bit confused. Peter said, "I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are troubled by some things. It just so happens that school is off 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 backpack, and because it was hot, he couldn't hold it, saying, "I brought the best pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I swung fast enough, and it hasn't cooled down yet."

Then he turned his head, looked at the coffee machine in the corner, ran to the coffee machine, and while fiddling with it, said, "Let's have a cup of coffee. The Italian espresso at Dr. Schiller's is really too bitter. I really can't drink 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, resting his head with his hand. His head was still dizzy.

Peter, who was busy, brought a kind of vitality and vigor unique to his age, just like the bustling morning in New York. Although it looked too jumpy and a bit funny, it was precisely this vitality that made Stark's heart, which had been frozen in the night, beat again.

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

Peter opened the pancake packaging, squeezed the included sauce on it, and handed it to Stark. Stark didn't actually like to take things, but he still took it and took a bite.

Actually, Peter and Stark's tastes were different. Peter liked to eat things with heavy seasoning and liked to put all kinds of sauces, but Stark's taste was light. He took a bite of the pancake, and the somewhat pungent seasoning covered the fragrance of the bread itself. In Stark's feeling, this was not very delicious.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was freshly baked in the morning. Peter was fast, brought it across most of New York, and it hadn't cooled down yet. With the fragrant coffee, Stark felt a heat flow surging in his chest, and he seemed to have come alive again.

Throughout this whole night, Stark didn't have the feeling of wanting to cry, or rather, that kind of emotion had been accumulating in his heart and couldn't rush to his eye sockets.

But just such an ordinary breakfast gave Stark a feeling of being saved. He would never have thought that he would be moved to tears by a pancake that cost two dollars.

Opposite him, Peter's eating manner wasn't very good. He squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of sauce stuck to the corners of his mouth. He also chewed hard like usual, and kept chewing in his mouth.

The steaming breakfast made him sweat more. He pulled his collar, and the shape of his clothes became a bit messy.

Such an image and this breakfast were incompatible with the environment of Stark Tower, where there were cold-colored metals, various high-end experimental instruments, and regularly flashing lights everywhere.

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

But Peter was not affected at all. He finished a pancake quickly, then gulped down a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed on the back of the chair, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, "It's really good. I could only eat it once a week before, because you know, although this place is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive. If I ate in the school cafeteria, I could save half the money."

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

"Gwen also likes eating at this place. Now we go to eat there every day after school. I used to always complain that the seats there weren't enough, but with Gwen, we squeeze into the corner, chatting while we eat—is there anything better than this?"

Stark looked down at his hand. The whole pancake was now just a piece of packaging paper, and there were some sauces left on it. The coffee on his left hand was also bottomed out.

"I ate this for the first time." Stark said.

Peter said somewhat surprised, "No way? Pancakes are still quite popular in our place. Almost everyone in school loves to eat them."

"You know Thompson, right? I mentioned him to you before, that big guy in our class who plays football. He can eat 5 servings in one breath. Last time he insisted on me bringing him breakfast. If it weren't for the extra tips he gave me, I wouldn't go to carry so many bags..."

Then Peter said somewhat relaxedly, "But it doesn't matter, everything has a first time. How is it? The taste is not bad, right?"

Stark smacked his lips. He had to admit that human taste buds like richer flavors. Although those sauces might not be healthy, they were actually quite delicious.

After eating, Peter stood in front of the experimental table. He originally wanted to see if Stark had any new armor ideas, and then he found those stacks of books and materials.

Just the opposite of Pepper, Peter could understand those complex experimental data, but couldn't understand this kind of long-winded talk at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it for two eyes, and then covered his eyes and said, "I don't seem to know English anymore. Help! I seem to know every word in here, but they all seem very strange..."

"I think one day, you will also learn these." Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said, "This is why my dream has never been to open a company, or be some world's richest man. I know I can't figure these out. I might not even be able to recruit an employee, because I don't understand what they are thinking. Maybe business will also be a mess..."

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened.

Peter's words reminded him that actually he wasn't being forced to learn these things now. It was his own choice to protect Stark Group. Actually, if he chose to give up the company and chose to be an independent street hero like Peter, then he actually didn't need to read these things at all.

As long as he still had his genius brain, even if he went to the garbage dump to pick up materials, he could make armor.

Then why did he choose to protect this company? Stark thought, the pain of learning these things didn't seem to be smaller than going to the garbage dump.

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

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

"Close the door, refuse the visit."

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 have encountered some trouble, so I specifically came to mock you."

"Shut up, otherwise I'll put on the armor and beat you up right now."

"I haven't settled the account with you for using armor to bomb me."

"That's what you deserve."

The two bantered a few words, and seeing that they were about to move, Peter stood between the two and blocked them with his arms.

Steve said, "Originally I still had some clues about your father's relics. It seems you don't want to listen."

Stark was choked, and he said somewhat suspiciously, "My father still has other relics, you shouldn't be lying to me, right?"

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

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where are the things?"

"Actually, it should be at the old site of Stark Industries, but you'd better not hold too much hope. He wouldn't put any important things there."

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

"Yes, sir, but there are two old sites. Stark Industries has moved, and I have sent armor to search the two locations separately."

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

"I don't, I just..."

"No, I mean seriously, you don't need to deny it. I can only tell you that the action your father participated in and his death were not that simple. He..." ===== CHAPTER 105 =====