Chapter 140 R: The Bat Incident (End)

Chapter 140 R Bat Event (End)

"You mean, there is a problem with the reactor in Mr. Stark's chest?" Peter looked at Ethan and said,

"Peter, you are very smart..." Ethan put his arm around Peter's shoulders, turned his head and looked at him and said, "Even if you just think about it, you should know how dangerous it is to embed an energy source that works on this principle in the body."

Peter said worriedly, "Then what should we do? We should be able to develop a new thing to replace that thing, right?"

"Of course, Tony is a genius. If he really wants to do something, he can succeed, but what if he doesn't want to?"

"How can he not want to? This is related to his own life..." Peter stopped as soon as he finished this sentence. Ethan said, "You should have noticed that Tony's mentality is a bit negative now. He always thinks about dying like a hero instead of thinking about how to live well."

Peter thought of the figure of Stark flying towards the Highland Building without hesitation. No matter how he persuaded him, Stark would not stop. In addition to being brave, this attitude does have the taste of rushing to death.

Peter sighed, sat down on the chair, and then put one arm on the table and said, "I once heard from Dr. Schiller what Mr. Stark had been through recently. To be honest, it was really sad."

"What do you think I should do?" Peter spread his hands and said, "I want to help him, but I may not be able to help him technically."

"Stark doesn't need anyone to help him technically. I think you can go and persuade him."

Ethan leaned on the laboratory table next to Peter and looked at him and said, "Didn't you notice? Stark treats you differently. We are his friends, but there are some things that he never listens to his friends' advice, but you may be different."

After Ethan left, Peter, who was alone in the laboratory, was in a daze. He began to recall every bit of his time with Stark.

At first, at the top of the New York TV Tower, Stark told him about his experience in Afghanistan.

That day, when they were still strangers, Stark told Peter that it would hurt to be a hero.

It was not until later that Peter realized that Stark was not a person who would easily cry out in pain.

Peter could imagine that embedding a reactor in his chest, no matter how powerful it was or how powerful the mecha it could drive, would definitely not be pleasant for the owner of this body.

The lights in the laboratory were dim, with only the light from the instruments interweaving on the ground. Spider-Man was not immune to fatigue. In such an environment, Peter, who had been fighting for a day, also felt tired and sleepy.

In a trance, he seemed to see Stark sitting on the ground in front of him, his back leaning on the laboratory table, holding a model of a reactor in his hand.

Peter remembered that he had asked Stark what the model that had been on his desk was. Stark was silent for a long time, but in the end he only said a name - Howard.

Peter had vaguely heard this name from others. For example, Steve told Peter that Howard was once his old comrade-in-arms. He was also a genius, but he also spent his time drinking and partying.

Natasha seemed to have mentioned this name, but she didn't say anything good about it. Nick also mentioned Stark's father in his words, but he didn't say anything that impressed Peter.

Just like his own father, Peter thought, what he heard from Uncle Ben and Aunt May was always just a name and some vague descriptions.

Father, Peter thought, this word was really far away for him.

Peter was getting more and more sleepy, as if in a dream, he saw Stark put down the model, and then closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

In every such late night, in the unmanned laboratory of Stark Tower, Iron Man would indeed feel pain.

He always said that Howard would not be the person he should think of when he was in pain, but in every such late night, no one knew who Iron Man thought of.

In Peter's deeper dream, he dreamed that Stark became his father.

In this dream, there was no advanced equipment and luxurious environment of the Stark Group, and there was no room for the rich family that Peter could not imagine.

His childhood was still trapped in that old house, and his memory was still half-new clothes, toys that could not fill a box, and storybooks that had been turned out of wrinkles.

But the only difference is that he has a father, a father who disassembles toy cars with him and makes various machines with building blocks.

Together, they treat marbles as planets and lay out a map of the solar system on the old floor. In the narrow room, the light of the setting sun shines on these simple toys. The tall Stark and the young Peter stare at the glass beads on the floor intently. The father and son seem to own the entire universe.

The appearance of the two began to change. Peter saw that Stark became Howard, and he himself became the young Stark.

Howard gently moved the marbles, and countless mysteries of the universe came out of his mouth. The light of the glass balls began to become brighter and brighter, and began to become more and more dazzling.

Peter saw a father and son standing hand in hand above the earth. All the planets in the solar system were controlled by them. Even the sun obeyed the father's command and weakened its light. The planets kept rotating, and countless lights flickered.

Mars, Venus, Jupiter...

Those knowledge that were quite profound to children just echoed in the silent universe.

Before Peter's consciousness fell into darkness, the last scene he recalled was when Stark handed him the first generation of Spider-Man suit. Stark's visor rose, and the brown eyes were as rich as honey that was about to melt under the sunlight.

Peter was sure that he saw two completely different emotions in those eyes, the vicissitudes of his father and the innocence of a child.

The night began to get deeper and deeper. Stark lay on the hospital bed. He was indeed very tired, but his biological clock that stayed up late all year round made him unable to sleep now.

Just when he felt uncomfortable and wanted to turn over, he heard the doorknob move slightly. He turned his head with difficulty and saw that the door was opened a little. The light outside the door poured in. Peter squeezed in through the crack and gently closed the door.

When Peter turned around, he saw Stark's shining eyes staring at him. He seemed to be startled, and then said embarrassedly: "Uh... Mr. Stark, are you still awake? I thought..."

"Why are you here now? Aren't you going to bed?"

"I... I have insomnia, I just can't sleep. Uh, actually I have slept, but I suddenly woke up just now..."

"Has anyone told you that when you make up a lie, you always talk incoherently."

Peter said dejectedly: "I know that I have never lied since I was a child."

"So why are you here? If there is any problem related to the experiment, we will talk about it tomorrow morning."

"I was almost asleep." Stark turned over and turned his back to Peter, indicating that he was going to sleep.

Peter lowered his head, and he didn't turn on the light. He just walked to the chair next to the bed and sat down. He was silent for a long time, so long that he thought Stark was asleep.

Then he said as if possessed by some strange force: "Mr. Stark, can you tell me about your father?"

Stark remained silent and did not answer. Peter felt that he was being too much, but he still said: "I don't mean anything else, it's just... you know, I haven't seen my father. When others hear about my life experience, they will no longer mention their parents to me, even Gwen is the same..."

Stark's figure curled up in the bed moved slightly, and he heard Peter say: "Well, actually, I just had a dream, so I couldn't sleep. I dreamed of my father, but it may not be my father, after all, I haven't seen him, right?"

Finally, in the long silence, Stark still sighed, he turned over, stared at the ceiling, and said: "Howard is an alcoholic, drunk every day."

"When he is drunk, he curses everything. He is a rude bastard. When he is sober, the sentence he often says to me is that you don't understand anything."

"Of course, of course I know nothing I don't understand. I was only a few years old at that time. "

"I am naturally interested in cars and like to tinker with those metal parts, but when I make something, he never praises me, but only says that it is a pile of junk. "

"Alcohol burned his proud brain. "Stark snorted coldly, saying, "So that in the last stage of his life, he didn't come up with any decent inventions."

"Look at me now! Stark Group is better than before, and I have come up with more inventions that can change the world!"

"He was wrong, so wrong. Little Stark didn't know nothing. It was him who really knew nothing, Howard Stark..."

Looking at the silent Peter, Stark turned his face away and said, "You didn't hear the story you wanted, right? What did you think you would hear? Our father-son relationship is deep, or he taught me knowledge and taught me to invent and create since I was a child?"

Stark lowered his eyes, and when he half-squinted his eyes, his long eyelashes would always cast a thick shadow in his brown eyes.

Peter lowered his head, crossed his hands together, covered his chin, and said, "Before, I never dreamed of my father, and I didn't think of him, because I had never seen him at all. There was nothing about him in my memory, and I couldn't even dream."

Stark glanced at him and said, "Well, maybe there were some good times, maybe... a long time ago, so long ago that I can't remember clearly, I remember we stood in front of the laboratory table together, we... I don't remember what we did specifically, but there was always that time..."

Stark turned his head and looked at Peter, but he didn't see any sadness on Peter's face. Peter's still childish eyebrows didn't have the loneliness and sadness he imagined.

Stark thought, maybe this is normal, Peter has been like this for more than ten years, in his life, his uncle played the role of a father, but maybe it was only a part.

Ben Parker is an ordinary person. He tried his best to give Peter the best qualities in him, that is, strength and kindness.

But Peter is a genius. Stark knows this very well. What a genius needs is resonance, communication with a rival, and the collision of sparks of thought.

When Peter and Stark looked at each other, they both thought of it. This really confirmed the saying that geniuses are always lonely.

Stark saw Peter's eyes fall on the reactor on his chest. He laid his head flat and continued to stare at the ceiling with his eyes, watching the light flashing outside the window, leaving various shapes on the ceiling.

"If the problem of this reactor is not solved, you will die, right?" Peter asked him. "That's what I heard from Ethan."

"They always make a fuss. In fact, I have no problem. I..."

"You don't know how I felt when I saw the picture of your death in the spider sense." Peter said.

Stark heard a tremor in his tone.

"...The laboratory equipment in Stark Tower is very advanced. I like the environment here. The decoration here is also very gorgeous. I have never lived in such a good place."

"But more importantly, no one has ever taught me the knowledge of manufacturing equipment and the methods of experiment. No one has ever assembled the parts with me on the laboratory table and then tested the finished products together..."

"When my spider sense told me that all this was about to end, I couldn't accept it at all..." Peter's tail tone was very low, and the last syllable fell to the ground, almost collapsing at the touch.

Stark closed his eyes, his Adam's apple trembled up and down, and he said: "What do you want me to say? Let me tell you in person that after one year and three months, maybe all this will be over."

In Stark's dark vision, he still began to recall those days that were so far away that he couldn't remember them clearly, to search for the tiny fragments in his memory.

To recall the good times he and Howard had together.

On this night, when he stumbled to find these fragments of memory from the cracks, Stark finally admitted that he missed them.

Tonight, his pain was stronger than any other night, so the longing was stronger.

Howard was not the person he should think of when he was in pain, because those good times would never come again, because his father was dead.

It was not until this moment that Stark realized that when he changed from a son to a father, he felt that any father would rather live for a long time and let those good times never end than to let his children think of him on painful nights.

Stark felt that his desire to survive had never been as strong as it was now - he didn't want to be Howard, the person he hated the most.

He didn't want to use an abrupt death to remind his children all their lives that those good times were gone forever and would never come back.

So his children could only be forced to forget, tear up the happiest and most glorious days of their lives, hide them in the most marginal corners of memory, and deny their existence.

In this quiet night, no one saw that Stark, who was sleeping, had his fingers covered with lines on his no longer young skin, clenching the guardrail of the hospital bed, just like he had been holding the model in the middle of the night.

No one knew that in Peter's next dream, he saw the strange night sky again, and the remaining memories became clear in his dream. He heard two gunshots and saw a string of scattered pearl necklaces.

In his hazy dream, the previous dream seemed to come back again. Peter saw another world and another father and son. They walked hand in hand slowly towards the universe.

He saw those good times behind the black tide, which even the bat itself might not find.

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