New York
Brooklyn
Peter rushed out of the classroom with excitement on his face, not even seeming to hear his good friend Ned shouting behind him.
Boom!
"Oh! Sorry, let me help you up!"
Peter accidentally bumped into another figure who was hurrying out. He quickly helped her up, repeatedly mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Seriously, be careful next time!"
A tall, thin, beautiful girl covered her waist with a pained look on her face, but she still waved her hand to let Peter leave.
"Are you really okay?" Peter supported Lisa's arm and unintentionally touched her body. The girl's soft touch and the fragrance of her body made Peter, a little virgin, blush. For a moment, he froze, flustered and at a loss.
"Let me help you go to the hospital."
Peter spoke anxiously. He knew that with his physique, he might injure a girl if he accidentally bumped into her.
Lisa still refused Peter's request to take her to the hospital. Instead, she put on her schoolbag and left.
Peter watched the girl's departing figure, dazed.
"Hey, Peter!"
"Ah!"
Peter was startled and bumped into his classmates who were leaving school. He quickly apologized and pulled Ned away.
"Peter, I bought a new Death Star model. Tonight, let's—"
"Hey, Ned! I have something important to do, so I'll leave it at that."
Peter listened absentmindedly to his friend's "aba, aba, aba," not hearing a single word. After saying goodbye to Ned, he immediately ran out of the school gate.
"Peter! I'll find you tonight!" Ned shouted at Peter's hurried back.
"Is Stark Industries really that busy?"
...
Peter sneaked into an alley, checked carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming there was indeed no one around.
Then he nervously took a red-and-blue suit out of his backpack, put it on with great effort, and pressed the button on the chest. In an instant, the loose suit clung to his body like a slim fit, highlighting Peter's well-proportioned figure.
"Cool!"
Peter looked at the blinking frames in front of him. His enhanced vision had brought him a lot of inconvenience, but this restricted and instructive display made him feel much better.
A brand-new web-shooter, a communication system, a carbon-fiber suit...
Each one made Peter extremely excited. This piece of equipment was worth more than him, Aunt May, and their family's house combined!
Peter began carrying out his own heroic activities, mainly helping elderly people with directions, punishing bicycle thieves, and so on. He often reported his work to Happy, making Happy want to ignore this annoying little boy and deal with him perfunctorily every time.
But Peter never got tired of it and still recorded his mission diary, imagining that he would become an Avenger, fight criminals, and battle aliens...
However, in reality, Peter lost his backpack, and his identity was discovered by his best friend Ned when he returned home, which even earned Aunt May an ambiguous look.
"Oh, by the way, Peter, we have a visitor at home. He's here to see you." Aunt May stuck her head out again, patted her forehead, and spoke.
"A guest?" Peter asked in confusion. He had just sent Ned away, so why had another guest come?
Peter racked his brains but could not figure out who would come looking for him. He did not have a very extensive social circle, and he did not have many friends besides Ned. Who would come to see him at night?
Peter slowly walked out of the room, only to see an inexplicably familiar figure sitting on the sofa, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Hello, Peter!"
Renzo was wearing a casual suit and greeted him with a smile on his face.
"You... you, you!" When Peter saw this face, the secret buried deep in his heart was instantly exposed.
Renzo looked at Peter's shocked expression, and the evil taste in his heart was instantly satisfied.
He pointed to the Stark Industries emblem on his chest, glanced at Aunt May, and signaled Peter to be smarter.
"Oh... that... you're from Stark Industries..."
"Welcome to your internship at Stark Industries."
A smile appeared on Renzo's lips. Aunt May leaned elegantly on the sofa, her slim figure fully displayed. Renzo couldn't help taking a peek, silently warning himself: married man, married man!
Aunt May rolled her eyes at Peter with a smile on her face. "You didn't say a word to me about such a big thing."
"Sorry. Peter and I have some... personal matters..."
Aunt May expressed her understanding and silently raised her thumb when Renzo turned around, cheering Peter on.
Boom!
Peter turned around and closed the door, looking at the calm Renzo nervously.
"Your room is well decorated, but it's a little small." Renzo looked around Peter's room. Although it was small, it had everything it needed.
Renzo was not envious, but his former friends had envied him for having a separate private space he could decorate however he pleased. He once said that what he dreamed of was having his own room with a door lock, a table, a small bed, and a window overlooking the scenery.
He still remembered the envious look Fa Shaw had given him, the emotion that contained freedom and joy. It was like a nail in his heart.
"I... are you from Stark Industries?"
After a brief moment of embarrassment, Peter asked Renzo doubtfully.
"Last time I saw you, what did you mean by your last sentence...?"
Renzo did not speak. His eyes flashed with an unknown meaning.
"Did you see... what the fuck!"
Peter suddenly shouted in fright and immediately covered his mouth. He looked toward the door with a frightened expression. After seeing that Aunt May had not been disturbed, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Vision... Renzo!"
Peter watched excitedly as Renzo transformed back into his original state, the golden cloak hanging casually over his little bed and the Mind Stone on his forehead showing its brilliance.
But in Peter's eyes, there was a living Avenger sitting in front of him, sitting in his room and chatting with him face-to-face... This was simply unbelievable!
"Avengers..." Peter was so excited that he could hardly speak. My God! An Avenger had actually come to his home, so...
"Wanda... it was Wanda who was with you that day! I really... she... I..."
Peter was excited and incoherent, like a fanatical fan meeting his idol, and the excitement overflowing in his pupils almost solidified.
"You're also the recruiter from Stark Industries..."
"Those things aren't important." Renzo returned to his human form, stood up, patted Peter on the shoulder, and smiled meaningfully.
"I have a task for you!"
"A task?"
Peter looked at Renzo's face and felt that his eyes were filled with malicious intent...
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