Hearing Peter's grand blueprint, Aunt May, who had spent her entire life as an ordinary woman, was left speechless.
"Will... will this really work?" she asked tentatively.
"Trust me, May!" Peter gave her a confident smile. "It definitely will."
In his past life, Peter had seen real-world examples of this strategy. When an ordinary person's bold actions become known to millions, they are essentially gilded in gold.
They transition from an "average citizen" to a "special entity."
Back in his original world, there were figures who became symbols of public frustration—living icons.
Once they achieved that status in the eyes of the masses, the state found it nearly impossible to simply dispose of them. A
ny "accident" in custody would trigger a firestorm of media and public outrage that could topple a government. Those individuals became too big to fail because their safety was tied to the government's perceived legitimacy.
May and Ben didn't know about those specific examples, but they trusted the boy they had raised. Uncle Ben squeezed May's hand reassuringly.
"Honey, believe in Peter. Besides, we're superhumans now. Even without this 'social armor,' we don't have to fear anyone. And helping the homeless? That's something we've always wanted to do but never had the means for."
Ben and May were inherently kind. Years ago, before life and corporate greed ground them down, they had dreamed of joining charitable organizations.
Now, Peter was giving them the power and the resources to fulfill those youthful dreams.
"You're right, Ben." The worry on May's face vanished, replaced by a radiant energy. "Since Peter has become so successful, we should use our time to do something meaningful."
They held hands, looking as spirited as they did in their younger years. Seeing them so motivated, Peter felt a sense of peace.
Making his family's life better was the core of why he chose to be a hero in the first place.
After dinner, Peter didn't linger. He arranged for William and Alexei to continue their guard duty—and to start teaching Ben and May basic combat techniques—before heading straight to Tony Stark's luxury villa in the Bronx.
He didn't forget to ping Steve Rogers, either. He wanted to settle everything in one go to avoid repeating himself later.
Knock, knock, knock—!
Tony, busy in his lab refining the Mark IV, heard a series of thuds against his floor-to-ceiling windows. He paused and looked up.
CRASH—!
Seeing Tony had noticed him, Peter simply smashed through the glass and materialized in front of him.
"Do you have to enter like that?" Tony groaned, exasperated.
Peter snapped his fingers, and the Horse Talisman's power instantly restored the shattered window to pristine condition. He smirked at Tony. "You know the rules, Tony. Superheroes never take the conventional route."
Tony: "..."
"Fine, I get it. 'Wizard stuff, don't ask questions.' I hear you." Despite the snark, Tony's hands were busy pouring Peter a glass of '82 Lafite.
"Hey, technically I'm still underage for this," Peter teased.
Tony: "..."
"Can I blast you in the face? Just once. I'm serious."
"Alright, jokes aside." Peter took a small sip of the wine and set down the heavy metal block he'd been carrying.
"Wait, what is that?" Tony finally noticed the massive chunk of ore.
"A little souvenir I found in Africa," Peter said. He pulled a seemingly empty hilt from his waist. Wakandan nanotechnology was highly advanced; if Shuri could fit a Black Panther suit into a necklace, folding a Tang blade into a hilt was child's play.
Schwing—!
With a flick of his wrist, the Vibranium blade extended, gleaming with a sharp, lethal edge. The display was so smooth that Tony nearly choked on his wine.
"Cough—cough! What the—is that... nanotechnology?!"
Tony practically snatched the sword from Peter's hand, placing it on a scanning bed like it was a holy relic. "My God... the texture... the density... the molecular vibration is almost non-existent. What is this material?"
"This stuff... it's literally the perfect medium for the nano-armor I've been theorizing!"
Seeing Tony spiraling into a manic scientific frenzy, Peter dropped the teasing and explained everything about Wakanda and Vibranium. Once the explanation was done, he clapped a hand on Tony's shoulder.
"I'm giving you this entire ton of Vibranium," Peter said. "I need suits for me, Gwen, and Felicia. Wakanda has great tech, but I trust you more, Tony. I believe only you can forge the most powerful armor in the world."
"Whatever is left over after our suits? Keep it. Study it. Use that genius brain of yours to create an alloy even better than pure Vibranium."
Peter's words hit Tony like a precision-guided munition, striking the proudest and yet most vulnerable part of his heart.
For a man who hadn't truly opened up to anyone since returning from Afghanistan, Tony felt a strange surge of emotion.
It wasn't sadness. It was the overwhelming feeling of being completely trusted and validated.
Peter had lugged this priceless material across an ocean, passed up ready-made Wakandan tech, and handed the future of his own protection to Tony—simply because he believed Tony was the best.
This guy... Tony thought, feeling a rare lump in his throat. This guy is the real deal.
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