Chapter 33: Old Antique and New Generation

"So you decided to go to Stark Industries for an internship?" Shiler asked.

Peter took a big sip of porridge, took a bite of sausage, and said while chewing, "Yes, this way I can explain where the money on me comes from. I told my uncle that Stark Industries wants to buy out my employment opportunity, not only giving me a large sum of money in advance but also being responsible for my college tuition."

"Did your uncle believe it?"

Peter said, "Actually, Uncle Ben has always known that my grades are very good and I have a genius brain. Now that I finally got the opportunity, he is very happy for me."

"However..." Peter put down the rice bowl, and he said embarrassedly, "Mr. Shiler, I want to borrow your place for a few days. Our house is a bit in disrepair. After Uncle Ben and Aunt May got this money, they wanted to renovate the house a bit. After all, the rain a few days ago even caused the wall skin of the outer wall to fall off. They will go to their old classmate's place to borrow, but I'm almost an adult, and it's a bit inconvenient."

"I welcome you to stay," Shiler said. "But doesn't the Stark company internship provide accommodation? This place is still a bit far from Stark Industries."

Peter sighed and said, "But Stark Industries is further from Gwen's house."

Shiler smiled and said, "I bet it's because your request to borrow Gwen's house failed that you came to me."

Peter's face turned red instantly, and he said, "How could I make such an unreasonable request? I wouldn't say such things to Gwen."

"You are so conservative that you don't look like an American at all," Shiler also took a sip of porridge and said.

The two hadn't finished breakfast yet, and Steve ran in. He had some fine sweat on his forehead, obviously running all the way here. As soon as he came in, he smelled the fragrance of the porridge Shiler cooked. He touched his stomach and said, "I have to say, buddy, this is much better than S. H. I. E. L. D.'s cafeteria."

Shiler pointed to the kitchen, and Steve went to serve the porridge himself. Peter turned his head back and forth, while chewing like a hamster with sweetness in his mouth, he poked his head out and asked Shiler in a low voice:

"Who is that? He looks really handsome, stronger than the football team captain in my high school."

Shiler said, "Obviously, he is the one who beat Stark up, of course, he was originally going to beat you, because you are always swinging around over New York."

Peter was choked, and when Steve walked over with a bowl, Peter moved his chair aside without a trace.

Now little Spider-Man couldn't beat Captain America, and Peter obviously had self-knowledge. He also knew that his high-profile behavior before caused dissatisfaction in many people, and there was definitely more than one or two people who wanted to beat him.

And Stark, who had the ability to beat him, counted as one. Now it seems that this strong man should also count as one. After all, he could beat Stark, so he must be a master.

Steve's gaze just fell on Peter, and Peter jumped up like an electric shock, saying, "I'll go pack the porridge into a lunch box and send it to Ma Te at the hospital later."

"I advise you not to go at this time," Shiler said. "Did you forget? Last time you went in the morning and saw Ma Te and his girlfriend lying on a bed, how awkward it was?"

Peter's face turned red again, and he muttered, "That's a hospital, and Ma Te's injury hasn't healed yet, they are really a bit crazy..."

Steve drank two sips of porridge silently, and then asked Shiler, "Is that Ma Te also one of the good people you mentioned?"

Shiler nodded and said, "I can't even describe him as a good person. He is a hero, a real hero."

Shiler and Steve briefly talked about Ma Te's life. Steve sighed and said, "Perhaps I can't compare to him, because when I was still an ordinary person, although I couldn't stand many things, I didn't have the courage to stop them, because I knew I couldn't beat those people, and getting hurt would definitely be very painful."

Shiler said, "Avoiding harm is human nature, so people who move forward against the wind are more worthy of respect."

After Peter went to send food to Ma Te, he came back, Shiler wasn't in the clinic, Steve sat alone at the bar counter, fiddling with an old-fashioned record player.

Although it was an old-fashioned record player for this era, it was still a fresh thing in Steve's era, so he didn't know how to put the disc in.

Peter said, "You can't pull that warehouse door like this, it will break it. Give me the disc, I'll help you put it in."

Steve handed the disc machine to him and said, "The doctor went to give that damn Stark psychological treatment. How old are you this year? Are you about to graduate from high school?"

Peter, while fiddling with the record player, shook his head and said, "Not yet, I just read the second year of high school."

"I heard Shiler say that you are very lucky and have gained some special abilities."

But Peter pouted and said, "Lucky? Maybe I thought so before, but now it seems that's not all."

"You are more mature than I thought. I thought you would boast or couldn't wait to show something."

"If it were a month ago, I would have done that. Alright, here you go. You only need to press the button above now, and it can play. There aren't many people who can use this thing now. My uncle also has one, so I know how to use it."

Steve pressed the button, smiled and said, "Then do you know how to use a vinyl record player? I know more about that."

Peter shook his head and said, "That thing is really too old. I have seen it once in my uncle's colleague's house, but that vinyl record always gets stuck when put on, and no one can fix it."

"Then you can ask for it, I will fix it. I am very good at doing this work. In the army, this kind of thing is a treasure. If it breaks, you will definitely hear a piece of wailing."

"Are you a soldier? But I can also see that you are really strong, you should be at least a sergeant major." Peter said.

Steve smiled and said, "Sergeant major? Almost. I have a special combat team under my command, and I lead them to perform tasks."

Peter was interested then and said, "Are you a special forces soldier? Which designation do you belong to? Navy SEALs? Or Sharp Knife?"

Steve smiled and said, "We like to call ourselves the Patriot Team, but you should have heard a louder name."

Peter was a bit curious and said, "What is that?"

"Captain America and his friends."

Peter opened his mouth wide, widened his eyes, and said, "You once participated in Captain America's team, my God! That must be something that happened nearly 100 years ago. You..."

"Oh, yes, indeed, the captain is not an ordinary person. There must be someone among them who lived to the present. So you know the captain? My God..."

Peter ran to the back room, took out his backpack, rummaged through it, and then took out a hand-held figure. He said:

"Look, this is the latest bottle cap hand-held figure they cooperated with the soda company. I drank two whole boxes of soda to get this. This is the only style among all styles that has a shield. A few days ago at the party, they all envied me. This is much more showy than jumping a breakdance or something."

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at the small hand-held figure. He took it and turned it, finding that the head of the hand-held figure seemed to move. He shook it gently with his finger, but it seemed he used too much force, and the head of the little person broke with a snap. Peter screamed and rushed up to grab it back.

"My God, it's broken!!"

"I'm sorry, um..." Steve said, "I haven't played with this thing, I thought it could move."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, if you are indeed a person from seventy or eighty years ago, the toys at that time were indeed much stronger than now. For example, Lego or something, there should also be Lego at that time, right?"

Steve saw that Peter wasn't angry. He felt that Shiler's description of this kid wasn't very accurate. Although he was a bit explosive and a bit childish, he could indeed take on a heavy responsibility.

He said, "I think you should take a closer look, don't you think the head of that little thing looks familiar?"

Peter picked up the head of the small hand-held figure with some doubt. It had to be said that although the quality of this hand-held figure wasn't very good, the carving was very fine.

Then Steve looked at the big boy opposite, looked down at the statue, looked up at him again, looked down at the statue, looked up at him again, and then his eyes gradually widened, and his mouth opened so wide that his chin could be dislocated.

When Shiler came back holding Pikachu, he encountered such a scene. Pikachu waved its short hands in his arms and said, "It seems we aren't back at the right time, disturbing the reunion of Jack and Rose..."

Shiler rubbed its face and said, "Tell you to watch fewer romance movies."

Peter turned his gaze to Shiler again, stammering to verify with him: "He is... I mean... he, that..."

Shiler pressed the button of the record player, and a melodious old song came from inside. He patted Steve's shoulder and said, "Captain, it seems he very much wants to ask you for evidence. Yes, I saw his meaning."

The captain tapped the desktop of the bar counter and said, "Where is my evidence?"

Seeing Natasha's pleasant voice came from inside: "Here it comes."

Peter hadn't reacted yet. After a sound of wind, a shiny shield with red and blue, and a five-pointed star in the middle flew in. Steve caught the shield with one hand. Peter said without blinking: "Cool!"

Outside the door, Seeing Natasha leaned on the door frame and said somewhat lazily: "Welcome back, Captain."

Steve patted the shield and said, "It seems you are well prepared."

Shiler said to Seeing Natasha, "Alright, the sentimental old story can be talked about later. Two days of consultation fees, a total of 5 million US dollars, when will it arrive?"

Steve looked at him and said, "You really intend to collect so much money?"

"Otherwise, I let you install wiretaps here and eat for free, is it because you are Captain America?"

"I thought we were friends," Steve said.

"Of course, if we weren't friends, 5 million US dollars here could only buy a breakfast."

"Do you charge the same price for that Stark?" Steve asked.

"Next time I will charge him double."

Steve immediately turned his head and looked at Seeing Natasha, saying, "Pay the money, and help me give an extra 10% tip." ===== CHAPTER 34 =====

"Is the price the same for that Stark?" Steve asked.

"I'll charge him double next time."

Steve immediately turned his head to look at Seeing Natasha and said, "Pay the bill, and add an extra 10% tip for me."