Gwen Stacy, meanwhile, was not having as easy a time. She was terrified of the changes occurring in her body. For a young woman, appearance was everything, and she was petrified of mutating into some sort of monster.
She couldn't tell her father, the Police Captain, and she couldn't even tell her best friends. She was afraid that if the world found out, she would be treated like a freak or an outcast.
Lin Feng saw all of this through the eyes of the Shadow Corps. Take it slow, he thought. Spider-Man has plenty of iconic scenes to mine. He finished his shower and got dressed.
Ding-dong! Just as he pulled on a clean shirt, the doorbell rang. Lin Feng assumed it was Natasha Romanoff again. Over the past few days, whenever Jessica was away at school, Natasha would drop by to "share some takeout" with him.
"She's quite the glutton," he mused. "Good thing I've been training lately, or the 'landlord' wouldn't have any 'surplus grain' left for her!"
Lin Feng walked to the door and swung it open, but it wasn't Natasha standing there.
"Tony Stark?" Lin Feng looked at the visitor with genuine curiosity."Don't tell me that the illustrious CEO of Stark Industries came all this way just to find me."
"Hey, good morning, Mr. Lin!" Tony Stark greeted him with a grin, seemingly immune to the sarcasm. He even gave a solemn nod. "You hit the nail on the head. I'm actually here to personally invite you to the Stark Industries gala!"
"I don't dance," Lin Feng replied without hesitation, already starting to close the door.
Tony's corner of his mouth twitched. He was a billionaire, a genius inventor, and yet he was being shut out like a common solicitor. Who would even believe this?
"Wait, wait! Don't be so hasty, Mr. Lin. Just think about it!" Seeing the door closing, Tony quickly stuck his hand out to block it, looking frantic. "The gala tonight will be packed with stunning women—fashion models, movie stars, the works. It'll be a wild night, if you catch my drift!" Tony gave him a 'guy-to-guy' look.
"Aren't you afraid Pepper will be jealous?" Lin Feng leaned against the doorframe, teasing him.
Tony's expression froze for a split second. Under Lin Feng's gaze, he gave an awkward cough and straightened his posture. "You're joking, Mr. Lin. I'm a world-class bachelor. Going out with beautiful women is just part of the job description, right?"
"Heh." Lin Feng chuckled but didn't call him out on it. He eventually nodded. "Fine, I'll be there. But let's get one thing straight: I'm only going for the atmosphere. Don't come looking for me for anything else."
Tony was a central protagonist, after all. There was a high chance an iconic scene might trigger there. Since he had nothing else to do, he didn't mind dropping by to relax. Constant special training was exhausting, after all.
"Phew!" Tony let out a sigh of relief once Lin Feng agreed. He patted his chest and promised, "Don't you worry, Mr. Lin. You're going to have a legendary night. How do you feel about twin models?"
"How big?" Lin Feng asked instinctively.
Tony gave a mischievous grin and gestured with his hands in a 'ball-holding' motion. "They're supermodels! They'll definitely exceed your expectations!"
"Mm-hmm." Lin Feng remained noncommittal and shut the door.
Tony stood there, momentarily stunned. "Mr. Lin, I'll send someone to pick you up tonight!" he shouted toward the closed door before turning to leave.
He couldn't help but feel like he had turned into a bit of a simp. But what could he do? He needed the man's help. Besides, Lin Feng had saved his life, and this gala was one way of showing his gratitude.
Tony hopped into his sports car and sped off. On the passenger seat sat a folder. The cover read: Stark Industries Equity Transfer Agreement...
Time flew, and evening soon arrived. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow through the clouds.
Happy Hogan, Tony's bodyguard and driver, pulled a low-profile yet luxurious car into Lin Feng's neighborhood. The window rolled down, revealing Happy's respectful smile.
"Mr. Lin, please, step inside!" He nodded politely, his tone full of deference.
"Right." Lin Feng hopped into the back seat.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Stark has prepared a suit for you," Happy informed him. "It's a handmade Italian piece. You're going to look spectacular tonight." He pressed a button, and a privacy partition rose between the front and back seats, ensuring total privacy.
Tony definitely has something up his sleeve, Lin Feng thought, glancing at the clothes beside him. Tonight's gala probably wasn't going to be as simple as a party. But he was just there for the show.
As the car started moving, Lin Feng changed into the custom suit in the spacious cabin. It was clearly the work of a master—smooth to the touch, perfectly tailored, and made from top-tier materials. It was incredibly comfortable.
Happy skillfully navigated the streets, playing light music to ease the social pressure of the upcoming night. As the car sped toward the venue, night fell over New York, and the city lights began to sparkle like a movie set.
Soon, they reached their destination. Lin Feng hadn't expected to see so many "familiar faces" at the event.
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