Marvel: Spider-Man? No, I'm Superman!

As if suddenly remembering something, the young man laboriously turned to the side and slowly pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes from the side pocket of his shorts.

puff.

Completely disregarding the fact that his actions might lead to his death in the flames, he lit a cigarette.

"Huh... feel good!"

With his eyes half-closed, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring, as if this was the happiest moment of his life.

"Young man, could you please get me a newspaper? Thank you."

An elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back appeared outside the newsstand at some point.

"Here they are, take your pick, five cents each, remember to pay."

He half-closed his eyes, pointed to where the newspapers were, and exhaled another smoke ring, filling the entire newsstand with cheap secondhand smoke.

The old man straightened up with difficulty, reached into the newspaper and took out a copy of the Daily Bugle, and then slowly put a five-cent coin on the table from his pocket.

"These young people nowadays..." With a sigh, the old man sat down on a bench by the roadside and slowly began to read the newspaper in his hand.

"Superman in New York? Haha, this world is really interesting..."

As he read the newspaper in his hand, a somewhat intriguing smile appeared on the old man's face.

Sa!

A gentle breeze swept through the sweltering air, bringing a refreshing feeling.

"Give me a newspaper, please."

"Here, take it yourself, and remember to pay five cents afterwards."

It's the same process.

However, the young man, who was half-closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasurable sensation from the nicotine in his cigarette, suddenly felt a cold breath brush against his face.

Even at the height of midday heat, ice crystals instantly formed on his unshaven stubble.

The biting cold made him shiver and hurriedly open his eyes.

The next moment, the cigarette that had been extinguished by the cold fell to the ground.

He jumped up instantly, like Tom getting his butt burned, his flesh jiggling.

"Hey, Mr. Superman, here's the newspaper you requested."

“Mr. Superman, you don’t need to pay. Consider it a gift from me.”

"Young people, remember to strive for excellence in everything you do!"

The old man by the roadside had gotten up sometime earlier, leaving only these words and a hunched back.

Swish!

Watching enviously as the figure vanished into the horizon, the young man wiped away imaginary cold sweat from his brow.

He then stared silently at the five-cent coin deeply embedded in the stainless steel tabletop.

……

"The greatest superhero in human history—Superman—has appeared in New York City. This is a blessing for New York and for all mankind!"

In Obadiah Stein's office at the Stark Industries office building.

"The editors of the Daily Bugle are getting better and better at coming up with eye-catching headlines."

He casually tossed the newspaper, whose headline he had just finished reading, onto his desk.

Obadiah Stan went to his desk.

He then opened a heavily encrypted file on his personal computer.

"Jellicoe missile, huh, Tony Stark, you really are a genius who can rival your father."

"It's a pity that he's just as old-fashioned and inflexible as your father."

He casually sent this document, representing Stark Industries' top secret (weapon description only), along with a pre-prepared letter, to an unknown IP address.

Obadiah Star shut down his computer, stepped to the window, and looked down, taking in almost the entire city of New York.

"Superman? Tony Stark? Strength? A genius mind?"

"Hmph, in the end, this world is still ruled by capital. Whoever has enough money can truly dominate this world!"

As if he had thought of something, Obadiah turned around, went to his desk, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, General Ross..."

“That’s right, I accept your deal regarding the special weapons order on behalf of Stark Industries.”

"Don't hang up yet, I can also give your military a new deal as a bonus..."

"Haha, then, it's a pleasure to cooperate!"

After hanging up the phone, a sinister smile flashed across Obadiah's face.

The next moment, his smile instantly turned amiable as he looked at a blonde, blue-eyed beauty who was about to knock on the office door and slowly began to speak.

"Come in quickly, Ms. Potts. You've come at the perfect time. We've just received two huge orders from the military, totaling $50 billion. We hope you can inform Tony as soon as possible."

"Mr. Stan, would Stark Industries be able to handle such an order...?"

Pepper Potts, the president's secretary, felt after briefly reviewing the accepted orders that they seemed unable to fulfill them.

"Don't worry, Ms. Potts. Don't you know Tony? He's the most brilliant weapons engineer in human history. There's no difficulty that can stump him."

“Alright, Mr. Stan, I will pass it on to Mr. Stark.”

As a secretary, Pepper had limited power; he had already done his best by raising questions.

……

Nighttime, in a luxurious villa on Malibu Beach, far away in Los Angeles.

Having just returned to his villa from a party with two beautiful blondes, Tony Stark has finally ended his life of constant action.

Unable to sleep, he removed his hand from a beautiful, soft body, left the strangely smelled bedroom, and went to the villa's underground laboratory.

"Hey Jarvis, let's see what new projects we have up our sleeves for lately."

Holding a glass of fine red wine from 92, Tony shouted into the air.

"Sir, we have just received two new orders from your company. Please take a look at some of the details."

With a magnetic voice, a virtual projection instantly appeared on the laboratory table in front of Tony.

"Well, this is..."

Tony remained nonchalant as he looked at the two documents on the desktop.

He casually tossed the expensive bottle of red wine into the trash can, then tapped the contents of one of the documents with his finger in the air.

"Recreating the Super Soldier Serum Experiment? Gamma Radiation Mutation? The Hulk..."

Looking at the document in front of him, Tony's expression grew increasingly serious.

"These stupid guys in the military are just causing trouble."

After briefly reviewing the information, Tony felt that this order seemed a bit challenging, so he clicked on the second order.

"Are you kidding me? How could there possibly be a Superman in this world!"

The moment Tony opened the second order, he was filled with doubt about its authenticity.

"Sir, this is the latest media report about Superman today, along with the original video from the press conference, and photos of Superman flying that many passersby claim to have taken online."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, a series of videos and blurry photos of Superman appeared in the virtual projection in front of him.

"Could Superman have actually jumped out of the comics?"

Tony still couldn't believe it.

"Mr. Stark, would you like to read some Superman comics? They have a detailed introduction to the character and might help you complete your order."

"Just kidding, only three-year-olds read comics."

Tony seemed to have a great disdain for people who read comics.

"Warning, there is..."

Jarvis's warning had barely been given when Tony's figure disappeared into the basement.

"..."

Even the most powerful AI, Jarvis, was stunned for a few seconds.

"Emergency plans activated. We are contacting Ms. Pepper Potts..."

……

Chapter 18 Tony Stark, you've been kidnapped!

Chapter 18 Tony Stark, you've been kidnapped!

Antarctica is a remote and sparsely populated region, perpetually covered by glaciers.

Suddenly, a figure streaked across the sky, shattering the tranquility, and plunged directly into the frigid ice peak.

Inside the ice cave, hundreds of meters deep, Peter casually tossed Tony Stark, whom he had forcibly brought there, onto the ground and spoke slowly to him.

"Mr. Tony Stark, I regret to inform you that you have been kidnapped..."

"vomit……"

However, Tony Stark was unable to respond to Peter at that moment, only feeling a churning sensation in his abdomen.

Although Tony had always longed for the sky and hoped that one day he could fly freely in the blue sky on his own.

At this moment, however, he was just an ordinary person experiencing "flight sickness".

"Wow……"

Seeing Tony lying on the ground, vomiting violently, Peter didn't forcefully interrupt him.

After all, anyone who was instantly accelerated from a stationary state to more than ten times the speed of sound would probably not be much better off than they are now.