The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 142 The Big Event of the R Bat (End)

You mean, there's something wrong with the reactor on Mr. Stark's chest? Peter looked at Ethan and said,

Peter, you're very smart... Ethan grabbed Peter's shoulders, turned to look at him and said, Even if you just think about it for a while, you should be clear that embedding an energy source that uses this principle into the body , how dangerous it will be.

Peter said very worriedly: What should we do then? We should be able to develop a new thing to replace that thing?

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

Why wouldn't he want to, this is a matter of his own life... Peter stopped short of saying this, and Ethan said, You should have noticed that Tony's mentality is a bit negative now, he Always think 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 at that time. No matter how much he persuaded, Stark just didn't stop. In addition to being heroic, this gesture did have the taste of rushing to death.

Peter sighed, sat down on a chair, put one arm on the table, and said, I've heard from Dr. Schiller about what happened to Mr. Stark during this time, and to be honest, it does make me feel uncomfortable. People are 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 with technology.

Stark doesn't need anyone to help him with technology. I think you can 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. Advise, but you may be different.

After Ethan left, Peter, who was alone in the laboratory, was in a daze, and he began to recall every detail of his relationship with Stark.

In the beginning, at the top of New York's TV Tower, Stark told him about his experiences in Afghanistan.

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

It wasn't until later that Peter discovered that Stark was not a person who would easily cry out for pain.

Peter can imagine that embedding a reactor in his chest, no matter how powerful it is and how powerful a mech it can drive, it must be uncomfortable for the owner of this body.

The lights in the laboratory were dim, and only the light from the instruments intertwined 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, leaning his back on the experimental table, holding a model of a reactor in his hand.

Peter remembered that he asked Stark what the model that was always on his desk was. Stark was silent for a long time, but finally only said one name - Howard.

Peter has vaguely heard this name from other people. For example, Steve told Peter that Howard used to be his old comrade in arms. He was also a genius, but he also spent his time.

Natasha also seems to have mentioned the name, but she didn't say anything good anyway. 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, was a very distant word for him.

Peter's sleepiness became more and more intense, as if in a dream, he saw Stark put down the model, and then closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

On each of those late nights, in the deserted labs of Stark Tower, Iron Man does feel pain.

He'd always said that Howard wasn't someone he should be thinking of when he was in pain, but who exactly Iron Man was thinking of each late night like this, no one knew.

In Peter's deeper dreams, he dreamed that Stark had become his father.

In this dream, there is no Stark Group's advanced equipment, luxurious environment, and the luxury of a wealthy family that Peter can't imagine.

His childhood was still trapped in that old house, and his memories were still of half-new clothes, toys that couldn't fill a box, and story books that had been turned out of their folds.

But the only difference is that he has a father, a father who disassembled those toy cars with him and made various machines from building block parts.

Together they used marbles as planets, and laid out a map of the solar system on some old floors. In the narrow room, the light of the setting sun shone on these somewhat crude toys. The tall Stark and the young Peter, they Staring intently at the glass beads on the floor, the father and son seemed to own the entire universe.

The appearance of the two began to change. Peter saw that Stark had turned into Howard, and himself had become a young Stark.

Howard flicked the marbles lightly, and countless mysteries of the universe were told from his mouth. The light of those glass balls began to become brighter and brighter, and began to become more and more dazzling.

Peter saw a father and son standing above the earth holding hands, all the planets in the solar system were controlled by them, and even the sun obeyed his father's order to weaken its light, the planets kept rotating, and countless lights shone.

Mars, Venus, Jupiter...

Those knowledges that are quite esoteric for children, just like this, echoed in the silent universe.

Before Peter's consciousness fell into darkness, the last picture he recalled was when Stark handed him the first-generation battle spider suit, Stark's visor rose, and those brown eyes Under the sunshine, it is rich like honey that is about to melt.

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

The night began to get deeper and deeper, and Stark was lying on the hospital bed. He was indeed very tired, but the biological clock of staying up all year round made him still unable to fall asleep.

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

As soon as Peter turned around, he saw Stark's bright eyes staring at him. He seemed to be taken aback, and then said with some embarrassment: Uh...Mr. Stark, are you still awake? I I thought……

What are you doing here now? Aren't you going to sleep?

I... I have a little insomnia, I just can't fall asleep, er, I have already slept, but I just woke up suddenly...

Has anyone ever told you that when you make up a lie, you always say something wrong?

Peter said dejectedly, I knew that since I was a child, I couldn't tell a lie.

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

I was about to fall 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, so he walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down. He was silent for a long time, so long that he thought Stark was asleep.

Then he said like a ghost, Mr. Stark, can you tell me about your father?

Stark was silent and didn't answer. Peter felt that he was too much, but he still said: I don't mean anything else, just... you know, I haven't met my father. When people hear about my life experience, they will Don't tell me about their parents again, not even Gwen...

Stark's figure curled up on the hospital bed moved slightly, and he heard Peter say: Well, actually, I just had a dream, so I couldn't sleep, I dreamed about my father, but maybe it wasn't My father, I haven't met him after all, have I?

Finally, in the long silence, Stark still sighed. He turned back, stared straight at the ceiling, and said, Howard is an alcoholic. He gets drunk every day.

He swears at everything when he's drunk, he's a rude bastard, and one of the things he says to me most often when he's sober is, you don't understand anything.

Of course, of course I didn't understand anything, and I was only a few years old at that time.

I'm naturally interested in cars, and I like to play with those metal parts, but when I make something, he never praises me, he just says it's a pile of junk.

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

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

He was wrong, outrageously wrong, it's not that Little Stark doesn't understand anything, it's him who really doesn't understand anything, it's Howard Stark...

Looking at the silent Peter, Stark turned his face away, and he said: You didn't hear the story you wanted, did you? What did you think you would hear? Our father and son love each other, or he taught me knowledge , taught me to invent and create from a young age?

Stark lowered his eyes, and when he half-closed his eyes, the long lashes always cast thick shadows in those brown eyes.

Peter bowed his head, crossed his hands together, covered his chin, and said, Before, I never dreamed about my father, and I didn't think about him, because I never saw him. I don't have any part of him in my memory, I don't even have a dream.

Stark glanced at him, and said, Well, maybe there were some good times, maybe... so long ago, so early that I can't remember, I remember that we were together Standing in front of the test bench, we... I don't remember exactly what we did, but there was always a time...

Stark turned his head to look at Peter, but he didn't see any sadness on Peter's face. There was no loneliness and sadness in Peter's childish eyebrows and eyes as 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 father, but maybe it was only a part.

Ben Parker was an ordinary man, and he gave Peter the best qualities he could, which was strength and kindness, as much as he could.

But Peter is a genius, and Stark knows this all too well. Genius needs empathy, communication with opponents, and collision of thinking sparks.

When Peter and Stark looked at each other, they all thought of it, which really confirmed the saying that a genius is always alone.

Stark saw Peter's eyes fall on the reactor in his chest, and he put his head flat, and continued to stare at the ceiling, watching the flashes of light outside the window, leaving various shapes on the ceiling.

If this reactor problem isn't fixed, you're going to die, right? Peter asked him. I heard Ethan say so.

They always make a fuss over a molehill. 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 sensor. Peter said.

Stark heard a tremor in his tone.

...The laboratory equipment in Stark Tower is very advanced. I like the environment here very much. 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 and experimental methods of making equipment before, and no one has ever been with me on the experimental bench, assembling those parts, and then testing the finished products...

When my spider sense tells me that this is about to end, I can't accept it at all... Peter's ending sound was very low, and the last syllable fell to the ground, almost collapsing at the touch of a finger.

Stark closed his eyes, his Adam's apple was quivering up and down, and he said, What do you want me to say? Let me tell you, after a year and three months, maybe all of this will be over.

In Stark's dark vision, he still began to think back to those days that were too far away for him to remember, to search for the untraceable fragments of memory.

To recall the good times he had with Howard.

Just this night, when he stumbled to find these fragments of memory from the cracks, Stark finally admitted that he was missing.

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

Howard wasn't the one he was supposed to think about in times of pain, because those good times would never come again, because his father was dead.

It wasn't until this moment that Stark realized that, as he went from son to father, he felt that any father would rather be alive for a long time than have his children think of him on a painful night. Live on so that those good times never end.

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

He didn't want to use a sudden death to let his children be constantly reminded that those good times are gone forever and will never come back.

So his child can only be forced to forget, to tear up the happiest and most glorious day in this life, and hide it in the corner of the most marginal memory, denying its existence.

In this silent night, no one saw Stark, who was asleep, his no longer young skin lines crawling fingers, tightly gripping the railing of the hospital bed, just like 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 those residual memories became clear in the 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, and Peter saw another world, another pair of father and son, holding hands, and slowly walking towards the universe.

He saw, behind the black tide, maybe even the bat itself couldn't find those good times.

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