Chapter 32: Antiques and the New Generation

"So you decided to intern at Stark Group?" Schiller asked.

Peter took a big sip of porridge and a bite of sausage, chewing and saying, "Yes, this way I can explain where the money came from. I told my uncle that Stark Group wanted to buy out my job opportunity. Not only would they give me a large sum of money in advance, they would also cover my college tuition."

"Did your uncle believe it?"

Peter said, "In fact, Uncle Ben has always known that I have good grades and some genius minds. Now I finally got the opportunity, and he is very happy for me."

"But..." Peter put the bowl down, he said a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Schiller, I want to stay here for a few days. Our house has been in disrepair for a long time. After getting the money, uncle and aunt May want to renovate the house a little. After all, the rain a few days ago even made the outer wall fall off. They will go to their old classmates to stay, but I am almost an adult, which is a bit inconvenient."

"I welcome you to stay." Schiller said. "But doesn't Stark provide accommodation for internships? This place is a bit far from Stark Group."

Peter sighed and said, "But Stark Group is even farther from Gwen's home."

Schiller smiled and said, "I bet you came to me because you failed to stay at Gwen's house."

Peter's face flushed, and he said, "How could I make such an unreasonable request? I would never say such a thing to Gwen."

"You are so conservative that you don't look like an American." Schiller also drank a mouthful of porridge and said.

Before they finished their breakfast, Steve came running in. There was a little sweat on his forehead, obviously he must have run all the way here. As soon as he came in, he smelled the fragrance of Schiller's porridge. He touched his stomach and said, "If you ask me, man, yours is much better than the cafeteria of SHIELD."

Schiller pointed to the kitchen, and Steve went to serve the porridge himself. Peter looked back and forth, chewing the sweetness in his mouth like a hamster, and leaned his head out to ask Schiller in a low voice:

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

Schiller said: "Obviously, he is the one who beat up Stark. Of course, he was going to beat you because you were hanging around in the sky over New York all day."

Peter choked, and when Steve came over with the bowl, Peter moved his chair to the side without leaving a trace.

It is impossible for Spider-Man to beat Captain America now, and Peter is obviously very self-aware. He also knows that his high-profile behavior before has caused a lot of dissatisfaction among many people, and there are definitely more than one or two people who want to beat him up.

Stark, who has the ability to make him get beaten, is one of them. Now it seems that this strong man should also be one of them. After all, he must be a master to beat Stark.

As soon as Steve's eyes fell on Peter, Peter jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and said, "I'll put the porridge in the lunch box and send it to Matt in the hospital later."

"I advise you not to go now." Schiller said, "Have you forgotten how embarrassing it was when you saw Matt and his girlfriend lying on the same bed last time you went there in the morning?"

Peter's face turned red again, and he muttered, "That's a hospital, and Matt's injury hasn't healed yet. They are really a little crazy..."

Steve drank two mouthfuls of porridge in silence, and then asked Schiller, "Is that Matt one of the good people you mentioned?"

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

Schiller and Steve briefly talked about Matt's life. Steve sighed and said, "Maybe 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 being injured would definitely hurt.

Schiller said: "It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, so people who go against the wind are more worthy of respect."

After Peter went to pack up, Steve asked: "This kid doesn't look like he has any superpowers at all. You know, even in my era, people wouldn't blush like a pizza when talking about girlfriends."

While Peter was not here, Schiller lowered his voice and said: "Girlfriend alone is not enough to make him so embarrassed. His father-in-law is the commissioner of the New York City Police Department."

Steve grinned and said: "Don't you say he is a lucky boy? I don't think he can handle such a father-in-law."

When Peter went to deliver food to Matt and came back, Schiller was not in the clinic. Steve was sitting alone at the bar, fiddling with an old record player.

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

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

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

Peter fiddled with the record player and shook his head, saying, "Not yet. I'm just a sophomore in high school."

"I heard from Schiller that you are lucky and have acquired some special abilities."

But Peter curled his lips and said, "Lucky? Maybe I thought so before, but now it seems that it's not entirely true."

"You are more mature than I thought. I thought you would brag or be eager to show something."

"If it were a month ago, I would do that. Okay, here you go. Now you just need to press the button on it and it will play. Not many people can use this thing now. It just so happens that my uncle also has one, so I will use it."

Steve pressed the button and smiled and said, "Then can you use the vinyl record player? I still know more about that."

Peter shook his head and said, "That thing is really too old. I once saw it at my uncle's colleague's house, but the vinyl record always got stuck when it was put on, and no one could fix it. "

"Then you can take it over, I will fix it, I am good at this job, in the army, this kind of thing is a treasure, if it breaks, you will definitely hear a cry. "

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

"Sergeant? Almost, I have a special operations team under my command, and I lead them to carry out missions. "

Peter became interested, he said: "Are you a special forces soldier? Which number do you belong to? SEAL? Or Knife?"

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

Peter was a little curious, he said: "What is that?"

"Captain America and his friends."

Peter opened his mouth and eyes wide, and said: "You have been in Captain America's team, my God! That was almost 100 years ago, you guys..."

"Oh, yes, indeed, the captain is not an ordinary person, one of them must be alive today, so you know the captain? Oh my god..."

Peter ran to the inner room, took out his backpack, rummaged around, and took out a figurine from it. He said:

"Look, this is the latest bottle cap figurine they cooperated with the soda company. I drank two boxes of soda to get this. This is the only one with a shield among all the styles. At the party a few days ago, they all envied me. This is much more eye-catching than doing a breakdance or something."

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at the small figurine. He took it and turned it around, and found that the head of the figurine seemed to move. He shook it gently with his fingers, but it seemed that he used too much force, and the head of the little man snapped and broke. Peter screamed and rushed to grab it back.

"Oh my god, it's broken! ! Glue! I need glue! It took me two whole months to collect this! ! "

"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 really a person from 70 or 80 years ago, the toys at that time were indeed much stronger than now, such as Lego. There should have been Lego at that time, right?"

Steve saw that Peter was not angry. He felt that Schiller's description of this kid was not very accurate. Although he was a little bit explosive and childish, he could indeed take on important tasks.

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

Peter picked up the head of the small figurine with some doubts. It must be said that although the quality of this figurine is not very good, the carving is very delicate.

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

When Schiller just came back with Pikachu, he encountered such a scene. Pikachu waved its short hands in his arms and said, "It seems that we came back at the wrong time and disturbed Jack and Rose's long-awaited reunion..."

Schiller rubbed his face and said, "Tell you to watch less romance movies. "

Peter turned his gaze to Schiller again, and stammered to ask him for confirmation: "He is... I mean... he, that...

Schiller pressed the button of the record player, and a melodious old song came from it. He patted Steve on the shoulder and said: "Captain, it seems that he really wants to ask you for evidence. Yes, I see what he means."

The captain knocked on the table of the bar and said: "Where is my evidence?"

Natasha's pleasant voice came from inside: "I'm coming."

Before Peter could react, after a gust of wind, a shining shield with red and blue colors and a five-pointed star in the middle flew in. Steve caught the shield with one hand, and Peter said with his eyes fixed on it: "Cool!"

Outside the door, Natasha was leaning on the door frame, and said lazily: "Welcome back, Captain."

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

Schiller said to Natasha, "Okay, we can talk about the old sentimental story later. The two-day consultation fee is 5 million US dollars in total. When will it arrive?"

Steve glanced at him and said, "Are you really going to charge so much?"

"Otherwise, I let you here to install eavesdropping devices and eat for free. Is it because you are Captain America?"

"I thought we were friends." Steve said.

"Of course, if we are not friends, 5 million US dollars can only buy a breakfast with me."

"You are also charging the same price to that Stark?" Steve asked.

"Next time I will charge him double."

Steve immediately turned his head, looked at Natasha, and said, "Pay it, and give me an extra 10% tip."