"Oh, what's with that look..."
Tony sensed the malice in the man's eyes opposite him and couldn't help but retort, "Let's be clear, I don't like men, especially ones who look like you."
Meanwhile, Wade's eyes flickered as he considered the possibility of a robbery, but considering his wife was in the house behind him, he ultimately dismissed the idea of acting rashly.
"I know you, that rich playboy Tony Stark. You shouldn't be short on dollars, right?" Wade said seriously, "For just one hundred thousand dollars, you can make me do anything."
"Before you came, you must have known my identity, an excellent mercenary..."
Vanessa's cancer was still in its early stages, and it would only take about one hundred thousand dollars to control the disease.
"Really, you can do anything?" Tony didn't know why the man in front of him suddenly changed his demeanor and started promoting himself.
However, the difference in his behavior before and after was quite interesting.
This couldn't help but bring a mischievous smile to Tony's face.
"Yes, as long as you pay. Even if you want my *ss, you can have it. Want to check the goods first?" Wade said, turning to pull down his pants.
He looked utterly shameless.
"No, no, no, stop!!! My eyes..." Tony was greatly shocked. After averting his gaze from the offensive sight, he turned to Mike and complained, "Holy shit! I feel like we came to the wrong place. This isn't some ordinary hero; it's a lunatic!"
A lunatic with no bottom line and no shame.
"I actually think he's quite sincere. Why don't you write him a check?" Mike probably understood.
Deadpool was likely in urgent need of money and was worried about it.
Buying a powerful mercenary for one hundred thousand dollars was not a loss for Tony.
Anyway, to him, that money wasn't even enough to hire a cover girl once.
"Are you serious?" Tony's eyes widened.
He felt as if Mike had also been infected with the 'madness.'
However, Mike only nodded, indicating he was very sure.
"Alright." Seeing that Mike wasn't joking, Tony pulled out his checkbook.
He scribbled down an amount of two hundred thousand.
As for why it wasn't one hundred thousand, Tony said he wasn't short on that amount of money.
"Consider yourself lucky today." Tony tore off the check and disdainfully threw it out of the car, not forgetting to add venomously, "Please take this check and disappear from my sight immediately. Don't let me see you and your *ss again."
The check floated in the air, and just as it was about to land at Wade's feet, he suddenly twisted his body into a bizarre posture that almost broke his waist, catching the check sideways.
After seeing the numbers on the check, Wade's face broke into a sunny smile and he said, "From now on, no matter what trouble you encounter, you can come here to find me."
Through his previous observations, Deadpool had also noticed that the two people in the car seemed to subtly defer to Mike.
Therefore, when making his promise, he also included Mike.
[Super Regeneration (Trait)]...[Immortality (Trait)]...[Pain Immunity (Trait)]...[Mental Resistance (Trait)]...[Dimension Wall Breaking (Attribute)]...
[Weapon Mastery (Experience)]...[Combat Mastery (Experience)]...
As Wade returned to the house behind him, Mike also acquired many trait traits from him.
"Did I accidentally do a good deed? This feeling is quite strange..." Looking at Wade's light steps as he left, Tony was touched.
He wasn't stupid; he could naturally see that Wade's previous state was due to being forced by life.
"Alright, philanthropist. It's getting late. Let's go see the last hero," Mike reminded the dazed Tony.
They had left at noon, and after all their travels, it was already nearing evening.
As night fell, the Hells Kitchen neighborhood visibly became more chaotic.
Although Mike and Tony weren't afraid of trouble, there was no need to linger in such an environment.
"OK." Tony quickly put Deadpool out of his mind, restarted the sports car, and drove towards the residential area on the edge of Hells Kitchen. "The last street hero we're going to see is still a high school student. I don't know how his family can be at ease letting him go out alone to act heroically..."
Accompanied by Tony's usual complaints, the red sports car, with its taillights trailing, drove through the chaotic streets of Hells Kitchen.
Finally, it stopped in front of an old detached house.
Because of its remote location, it wasn't as chaotic as the central area of Hells Kitchen.
Reflecting the warm yellow light from the windows, Tony adjusted his expensive suit and then stepped forward to knock on the door: "Excuse me, does Peter live here?"
The information showed that Peter Parker was a seventeen-year-old high school student with excellent character and grades, so he naturally couldn't be treated as rudely as a mercenary.
"Who are you?" Soon, the door opened, and an intellectual-looking woman appeared. She was likely preparing dinner for her family and probably didn't expect guests so late.
Dressed in casual home wear, with a floral apron around her waist and her wine-red hair loosely draped behind her head, the woman exuded a strong sense of domesticity.
"You... you're Iron Man, and that gentleman over there is Guardian Mr. Mike. I saw you both in the promotional video at the plaza." Peter's Aunt May paused after opening the door, then recognized Tony and Mike.
It had to be said that the promotional strategy Tony devised for Mike was very effective; in just two days, Mike had already become a household 'celebrity.'
As for [Guardian], it was naturally the hero title S.H.I.E.L.D. had given Mike.
"Yes, I am Tony Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you," Tony, seemingly captivated by Aunt May's appearance, was acting like a peacock displaying its feathers, showing what he believed was a charming smile.
"Hello, I'm Peter's Aunt May. You can call me May." Aunt May was still in shock from meeting 'celebrities,' then cautiously said, "Peter went out to buy something. I wonder what you need him for?"
"I heard Peter has excellent grades in school, and Stark Industries is just about to recruit a batch of summer interns..." Tony casually made up an excuse and unceremoniously entered the house.
Although he was talking about Peter, his eyes mostly lingered on Aunt May.
"Summer interns? That's wonderful! Peter has always admired you. He'll be so happy when he hears this news!" Aunt May, who didn't see Tony's ulterior motives, warmly invited Tony and Mike to sit on the sofa and brought them black tea.
Tony also took this time to observe the surrounding environment.
The old furniture and cluttered arrangements, though full of life, showed that the family wasn't wealthy.
"Are you alone at home? Where's your husband? Why isn't he back so late?" Tony asked casually.
However, this question touched on Aunt May's painful past.
Ben Parker, a warm and kind man, was shot and killed by a thug while acting heroically.
This was not only Spider-Man's eternal regret but also the pain in Aunt May's heart.
After learning about Aunt May's past, Tony couldn't help but comfort her.
Mike, meanwhile, was like a transparent person, watching the show from the side.
It must be said that although Aunt May was in her fifties, she was very well-preserved, looking only in her early thirties.
As for her charm, Tony's current behavior was a clear indication.
Of course, if Tony knew her true age, he might regret his current actions.
...
On the other side, Peter, wearing a cheap bodysuit and carrying a small backpack, swung back to his front door using his web-shooters.
"I hope Aunt May isn't too anxious waiting..." Peter took off his Spider-Man mask while pulling out his civilian clothes from his backpack, preparing to change.
"Oh no!!!" Peter pulled out his clothes and realized they were covered in egg yolk.
"Please... please... please..."
Peter prayed as he fully opened his backpack, then his face turned distressed.
Yes, he had gone out to buy eggs for Aunt May, but on the way, he encountered some criminals.
Because he had to act heroically, he came back a little late.
Even worse, perhaps due to too much movement while subduing the criminals, all the eggs he had packed in his backpack were broken.
"How unlucky..." Peter took out the bag of eggs, inspected it, and then threw it into the nearby trash can.
Then he thought about a solution: perhaps he could go to the discount store again before it got completely dark.
However, he quickly abandoned this plan when he found only a few coins left in his pocket.
"Aunt May, I'm back. Sorry, there was a small problem; we might not have eggs for dinner tonight." With no other choice, Peter could only open the door, still wearing his egg-stained clothes.
Before even entering, he began apologizing.
"Oh, what happened? I shouldn't have let you go out alone at night..." Aunt May, who had come to the door, couldn't help but exclaim when she saw her nephew's messy appearance.
Then she said, "Never mind, hurry up and clean yourself up. We have important guests, and you'll be very happy to see them."
"Oh, really?" Not being lectured relaxed Peter's mood, and then he looked up and saw Tony and Mike sitting on the sofa.
He had noticed a luxury car parked outside the house earlier.
He just hadn't expected the guests to be the famous Tony and Mike, and that they had come to his house.
Like a young fan meeting his idol, Peter, disregarding his untidy appearance, excitedly approached the sofa and extended his hand, saying, "Mr. Tony, hello. It's a pleasure to meet you—"
"You're Peter?" Tony took a small notebook from the table and shook Peter's hand across the notebook, explaining, "You know, I have a slight phobia of germs..."
"I've heard about your habit, never shaking hands with men." Peter wasn't displeased by Tony's strange behavior; instead, he grinned foolishly and explained for the other party.
It was quite a tacit understanding.
"That's right," Tony nodded with satisfaction, "Now I believe you're my admirer."
After greeting Tony, Peter rubbed his hand on his clothes this time and cautiously approached Mike, saying, "Mr. Mike, I saw your promotional video in the plaza. It's a pleasure to meet you here—"
Peter, still in his adolescence, admired Tony's scientific abilities but also liked Mike's cool appearance in the promotional video.
Guardian, that sounded very cool.
And with his intelligent brain, Peter had also bypassed firewalls online and seen Mike's scene of waving his hand to repel aliens during the Battle of New York.
That cool appearance completely fulfilled a teenager's fantasy of a hero.
"Is that so?" Mike proactively extended his hand and shook hands with Peter, who was noticeably more excited than before, smiling as he said, "I'm also very happy to meet you, Peter."
[Superhuman Strength (Trait)]...[Superhuman Durability (Trait)]...[Superhuman Agility (Trait)]...[Superhuman Speed (Trait)]...
[Spider-Sense (Trait)]...[Wall-Crawling (Trait)]...
The rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation.
It must be said that Peter was simply a model among street heroes.
His abilities were all very good.
"You two chat. I'll go prepare dinner for you." Seeing that her nephew was getting along well with the two guests, Aunt May, in a good mood, turned and went to the kitchen.
"Kid, why do I feel like you're more enthusiastic towards him than towards me?" With no 'outsiders' present, Tony immediately revealed his true nature and said with a stern face, "Regarding you being my admirer, I think I need to seriously reconsider."
Tony, who already knew Aunt May's age, had long since dismissed certain ideas.
But that didn't stop him from liking the warm feeling here.
It was the smell of "home."
Therefore, regarding Peter, this reckless street hero, Tony felt it was his duty to educate him.
It should be specially noted that this was absolutely not out of jealousy towards Mike, thus wanting to teach Peter a lesson.
"No, no, no, you're both my idols..." The still-young Peter, when questioned, immediately tried to explain, "Mr. Tony, I really like your armor. And Mr. Mike, your abilities used against the aliens were also very cool..."
"Oh, and could I please ask you for an autograph? Besides me, many students at school also admire you both."
"Alright, I know you admire us very much. But there are some things I think we should discuss in your room." Looking at Peter's incoherent rambling, Tony shook his head and walked upstairs.
With Aunt May's care, Peter's life wasn't actually bad; at least he had his own private room to live in.
"Mr. Tony, what do you want to talk about?" After entering the room, Tony's serious expression made Peter feel a little flustered again.
"Pajama Boy, your pajamas are showing, you know that?" Tony turned and stared at Peter.
"What?" Peter thought he had misheard, then followed Tony's gaze and realized that, because he had been in a hurry earlier, a section of his brightly colored Spider-Man suit was peeking out from under his clothes.
"Uh, this is actually a personal preference. I like to wear patterned underwear." Peter explained awkwardly while tucking his Spider-Man suit back into his clothes.
"Do you think I'd believe your childish explanation?" Tony said earnestly, "A street hero, a street hero who goes out at night in pajamas to fight for justice. You're only seventeen; have you never thought about what your Aunt May would do if something happened to you...?"
"Besides, how long do you think you can hide your secret heroic activities from your aunt?"
From an emotional standpoint, Tony couldn't understand why a high school student would be so keen on being a street hero.
Especially in a chaotic area like Hells Kitchen.
"I'm not Pajama Boy; I have my own hero name—Spider-Man." His identity exposed, Peter stopped pretending.
To prove himself, he pulled open his clothes, revealing his red and blue Spider-Man suit.
"Look at the craftsmanship, the style; you still say you're not Pajama Boy." Looking at Peter's poorly sewn, low-quality suit, Tony curled his lip in disdain.
The loose bodysuit was neither convenient for combat nor aesthetically pleasing.
Overall, it was even inferior to Captain America's bodysuit, which he had worn for decades.