In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 139: R: The Bat Event (End)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

"Peter, you are very smart..." Ethan took 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 works on this principle How dangerous it will be in the body."

Peter was very worried and said: "What should we do? 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 little bit different now. Negative, he always thinks 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 he persuaded him, Stark just didn't stop. Apart from being heroic, this gesture did have the taste of rushing to death.

Peter sighed, sat down on the chair, then put one arm on the table, and said: "I once heard from Dr. Schiller what happened to Mr. Stark during this time, to be honest, that It would be really 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 Listen to your friends, but you may be different.”

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

Originally, at the top of the New York 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 was not 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, 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 in the end he 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.

Natasha seems to have mentioned this name, but she didn't say anything good. Nick also mentioned Stark's father, but he didn't say anything that impressed Peter. .

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, thought Peter, the word seemed far enough to 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.

In each of these late nights, in the unmanned laboratory of Stark Tower, Iron Man will indeed hurt.

He always said that Howard would not be the person he should think of when he was in pain, but in each of these late nights, who exactly Iron Man thought of, 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 rich family that Peter can't imagine.

His childhood was still trapped in that old house, and he still remembered half-new clothes, toys that couldn't fill a box, and storybooks 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 rays of the setting sun shone on these somewhat crude toys. Peter, they stared 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 become Howard, and he himself had become a young Stark.

Howard flicked the marbles lightly, and countless mysteries of the universe were told from his mouth, and the light of those glass **** 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, even the sun obeyed his father's order to weaken its light, the planets kept rotating, and countless lights shone.

Mars, Venus, Jupiter...

The knowledge that is quite profound for children, just like this, echoes in the silent universe.

Before Peter's consciousness fell into darkness, the last scene he recalled was when Stark handed him the first-generation battle spider suit, Stark's mask rose up, the pair of Under the sunlight, the brown eyes were as rich as honey that was 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 squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then 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, you haven't slept yet. Is it? I thought..."

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

"I... I'm a bit insomniac, I just can't fall asleep, uh, actually I've already slept, but I just woke up suddenly..."

"Has anyone ever told you that when you make up a lie, you always talk the wrong way?"

Peter said dejectedly: "I knew that I would not lie since I was a child."

"So why are you here? If there are any problems 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 did not answer. Peter felt that he was too much, but he still said: "I have no other meaning, just... you know, I have never met my father, and others have heard of my life experience." At that time, they would never mention their parents to me again, even Gwen was the same..."

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 anymore, I dreamed about my father, but Probably not my father, after all, I haven't seen him, right?"

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

"He swears at everything when he's drunk, he's a rude bastard, and the most common thing he says to me when he's sober is, you don't understand anything."

"Of course, of course I don't understand anything, 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 know anything, it's him who really doesn't understand anything, it's Howard Stark..."

Looking at the silent Peter, Stark turned his face away. 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 Teach me knowledge, and teach me to invent and create from a young age?"

Stark lowered his eyes, and when he half-squinted, his 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 of my father, and I didn't think of him, because I never saw him." He, I don't have any part about 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... a long, long time ago, so early that I can't remember, I remember We also stood in front of the experiment table together, we... I don't remember 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. Peter's childish eyebrows and eyes did not show the loneliness and sadness 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 is an ordinary man. He tried his best to give Peter the best qualities in him, which are strong and kind.

But Peter is a genius, and Stark understands this very well. What genius needs is empathy, communication with opponents, and collision of thinking sparks.

When Peter and Stark looked at each other, they both 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, he put his head flat, and continued to stare at the ceiling, watching the flash of light outside the window, leaving various patterns on the ceiling. shape.

"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 out of a molehill, but I'm fine, 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 manufacturing 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, he said: "What do you want me to say? Let me tell you with my own mouth, after one year and three months, maybe all of this will be over. "

In Stark's dark vision, he still began to recall those days that were so far away that he could not remember them clearly, searching for the untraceable fragments in his memory.

To recall the good times he had with Howard.

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

Tonight, his pain is stronger than any other night ~IndoMTL.com~ So this yearning is even stronger.

Howard is not the one he should think of when he is in pain, because those good times will never come again, because his father is dead.

Until this moment, Stark realized that when he changed from a son to a father, he felt that any father would rather be able to be himself than to make his children think of him in a painful night. Live long and long 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.

I don't want to use a sudden death to let his child be constantly reminded all his life that those good times have passed 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 that Stark was asleep, his no longer young skin lines were climbing fingers, and he clenched the guardrail of the hospital bed tightly, just like holding the guardrail of the hospital bed in the middle of the night. Same as that model.

No one knows, in Peter's next dream, he saw that strange night sky again, and those remaining memories became clear in the dream, he heard two gunshots, and saw a string of scattered pearls necklace.

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 couldn't find it, those good times.

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