Chapter 100: Genius Sets Off Again (Part 2)

When Peter entered the laboratory, he was still feeling the chill. The cold wind in the early morning made his cheeks a little red. He exhaled and put down his schoolbag.

The warm air in the lab made his forehead sweat slightly. He took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair. Stark woke up and was still a little confused. Peter said, "I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are troubled by something. It happens that school is closed today. I am not interested in those football games. I think we can solve these problems together, but first..."

He took out a bag from his schoolbag. He couldn't hold it because it was too hot. He said, "I brought the most delicious pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I swung it fast enough and it didn't get cold."

Then he turned around and looked at the coffee machine in the corner. He put the pancake bag aside and ran to the coffee machine. While fiddling with it, he said, "Let's have a cup of coffee. Dr. Schiller's espresso is too bitter. I really can't get used to it. Let me see. I want a double milk and double sugar latte. What do you want? Mr. Stark?"

Stark sat by the window, supporting his head with his hand. His head was still a little dizzy.

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

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

Peter unpacked the pancakes, squeezed the accompanying sauce on them, and handed them to Stark. Stark didn't like to take things, but he still took it and took a bite.

In fact, Peter and Stark have different tastes. Peter likes to eat things with strong seasonings and likes to put all kinds of sauces, but Stark's taste is light. He took a bite of the pancake, and the pungent seasoning covered the fragrance of the pancake itself. In Stark's opinion, it was not very delicious.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was freshly baked in the morning. Peter was very fast and took it across most of New York City. It was not cold yet. With the fragrant coffee, Stark felt a warm current surging in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.

Throughout the whole night, Stark did not feel like crying, or rather, that kind of emotion had been pent up in his heart and could not rush to his eyes.

But it was such an ordinary breakfast that made Stark feel saved. He never thought that he would be moved to tears for a pancake worth two dollars.

Peter on the opposite side did not eat well. He squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of sauce was still stuck to the corners of his mouth. He also took a big bite as usual, and then kept chewing it in his mouth.

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

Such an image and this breakfast are out of tune with the environment of Stark Tower, which is full of cold metal, various high-end experimental instruments, and regularly flashing lights.

It's like someone forcibly painted a colorful paint on the cold and regular mechanical parts.

But Peter was not affected at all. He first quickly finished a pancake, 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, "That's great. I could only eat here once a week before, because you know, although this place is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive. If you eat in the school cafeteria, you can save half the money."

"But I really don't like the sausages in the school cafeteria, so every time Uncle Ben gives me pocket money, I will go there to eat once."

"Gwen also likes to eat here. Now we go there every day after school. I used to complain that there were not enough seats there, but with Gwen, we squeezed into the corner and chatted while eating. Is there anything better than this?"

Stark looked down at his hand. The original whole pancake was now only a piece of wrapping paper, and there was still some sauce on it. The coffee on his left hand was also empty.

"This is the first time I've eaten this thing." Stark said.

Peter said in surprise, "No way? Pancakes are quite popular in our place. Almost everyone in school likes to eat them."

"You know Thompson, right? I mentioned to you before, the big guy who plays rugby in our class. He can eat 5 servings at a time. Last time, he insisted that I bring him breakfast. If it weren't for the extra tip he gave me, I wouldn't have carried so many bags."

Then Peter said with some ease, "But it doesn't matter. Everything has a first time. How about it? It tastes good, right?"

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

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

Just the opposite of Pepper, Peter can understand those complex experimental data, but he can't understand this long article at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it for a while, and then covered his eyes and said, "I don't seem to know English anymore, help! I seem to know every word in it, but it seems so strange..."

"I think sooner or later, you have to learn these things." Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said, "This is why my dream has never been to start a company or become the richest man in the world. I know I can't figure it out. I may not even be able to recruit an employee because I don't understand what they are thinking, and the business may be a mess..."

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened for a moment.

Peter's words reminded him that he was not forced to learn these things now. He chose to keep Stark Group. In fact, if he chose to give up the company and choose 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 has his genius brain, he can make a mecha just by picking up materials from the garbage dump.

So why did he choose to keep this company? Stark thought that the pain of learning these things seemed no less than going through the garbage dump.

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

At this moment, Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is visiting."

"Close the door, refuse visitors."

But it was too late. Steve had already appeared at the door of the laboratory. He crossed his arms and said: "Schiller said you seemed to be in trouble, so I came here to laugh at you."

"Shut up, or I will put on the mecha and beat you up now."

"I haven't settled the account with you yet, the account of you blowing me up with the mecha."

"You deserve it."

The two of them quarreled for a few words, and they were about to fight. Peter stood between them and stretched out his arms to stop them.

Steve said, "I originally had some clues about your father's relics, but it seems you don't want to hear them."

Stark was choked, and he said suspiciously, "My father has other relics. Are you lying to me?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know the truth about your father's death, but I know it's not that simple. He may have been prepared..."

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where is the thing?"

"In fact, it should be at the old site of Stark Industries, but you'd better not have too much hope. He won't put anything important there."

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

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

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

"I didn't, I just..."

"No, I'm serious, you don't have to deny it, I can only tell you that the actions your father participated in and his death were not that simple, he..."

Steve paused, seeming a little hesitant, but he still said: "Maybe in your opinion, he is not a good father, but in my opinion, he must be a good partner, what do you think creates this difference?"

Stark frowned, he heard that Steve seemed to be reminding him of something, but he was unwilling to say more, which made him feel a little anxious.

He now understood Schiller's intention of asking him to read these theoretical books. Now he can find the corresponding items in his mind for Steve's every move, which can make it easier for Stark to look at his attitude from a more objective perspective. If it were in the past, he would have grabbed Steve's collar and forced him to tell the truth.

But now, he can feel that Steve wants to remind him of something, but he can't say it clearly. Even if he asks, it will be a fight at most, and Steve may still think he is unreasonable.

For the first time, Stark felt the wonderful use of the things he learned. It could save him from wasting his efforts and make him look smarter and more unpredictable in the eyes of others.

Steve was a little surprised to see that Stark didn't react and just thought about it. What happened to Stark today? Was he sick? He was prepared for Stark to be hysterical and force him to tell the truth.

Could it be that Stark knew something too?

But it was possible. Steve thought that the Stark family were all very smart people. Maybe little Stark just didn't like him before, but he should still be reliable in business.

Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere between the adults, so he had to ask: "Captain, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, I just came to send a message. I haven't had a morning run today."

"Oh, by the way." Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag and said, "This is the lunch box I took from Dr. Schiller a few days ago. Captain, if you pass by the clinic, please help me return it to him. By the way, there are two pizzas in it, one for each of you. The sauces are in the grid next to it..."

Steve opened the lid and took a look, and said, "Take them all to Schiller. I can't get used to eating things with too much sauce. In fact, I don't know why you like Mexican food so much. The taste is too strong."

"Okay, then take them all to the doctor. See you later."

After Steve left, the mecha flew in from the window soon. One of the mechas was holding a somewhat worn leather bag. Stark didn't care about the dust on it. He flipped through it and found that there was only a notebook that looked a bit worn.

Stark opened the notebook and took a look. Half of the notebook should have been soaked in wine. After he opened it, he didn't find any useful information.

It was indeed Howard's handwriting, but most of it was nonsense he wrote when he was drunk, and there were some messy lines and letters, and nothing could be seen at all.

Stark put down the notebook, feeling a little disappointed, but also relieved.

It would be better if his father didn't become a savior at this time. Howard was not someone he should think of when he was sad and frustrated.

Genius, Stark thought, there can only be one genius Stark in this world, and that is him, Tony Stark.