I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

But Obadiah gave him a new look.

Staring at the glass window in front of him, Tony Stark saw a familiar figure standing behind him.

That was Garbo Insen, who worked alongside him under those mutant terrorists, building the Iron Man suit.

No, you are already dead!

Tony covered his forehead with his hand.

A series of sharp pains came.

When he was building the Iron Man suit in the armory, he wasn't alone; there was always someone by his side.

Garbo Insen, the journalist who had already died, stayed with him in the armory, using Skin Memory Metal to create a simple battle suit.

That is

Tony Stark lowered his head.

Garbo Insen was a character created from her own mental split; the truth was that she was the only person in the warehouse at the time.

Scientific reason told him that the other person was just a character created by his own mental split.

That's not real.

But why do those images appear so vividly in my mind?

Why do the characters I create in my imagination appear so realistic?

Was it only because of her own guilt that he split off?

Even in the end, when Garbo Insen collapsed into her own arms, she said, "Before, I only thought about chasing fame and fortune. Now I die content because I have done everything I could for my people. I hope that when you reach my point, you can say the same thing as me."

Tony Stark looked through the glass window; Garbo Inson's figure inside had vanished.

"Tony?!"

Obadiah, who had entered at some point, patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you ok?"

Tony stared blankly at Obadiah, and subconsciously said, "I'm fine, yes, I'm fine."

"This is much easier than giving a speech at Des Moines High School. At least I don't have to deal with those weird questions from a bunch of brats. Wait a minute, I'm going to take a walk outside."

Tony decided to go outside for a walk.

After greeting Obadiah, he casually picked up a staff baseball cap and walked out of the building.

Outside Stark Tower, a large crowd of onlookers stood, holding up Iron Man posters, whistling, and chanting their supporters' names.

"A bottle of ice-cold Diet Coke, please."

The salesperson said that Diet Coke was no longer available iced, only at room temperature.

"Hmm, this might be the start of my bad mood for the day."

He felt this omen was not a good sign.

"Mr. Stark."

A slightly familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Tony turned around and saw Peter sitting in the chair opposite him.

Peter, with his tall and slender figure and wearing a black trench coat with white polka dots, surprised him somewhat.

He never expected to see Peter here.

After a moment's thought, he walked over and handed Peter a bottle of Diet Coke. "Would you like one? It's on you."

Peter came here to see the Venom Guardian of this world.

This guy goes to school at Stark Tower.

Unexpectedly, I ran into a large crowd outside.

So he decided to find a place to sit down and found a cold drink shop nearby, so he went inside.

As luck would have it, I spotted a familiar face—Tony Stark.

Peter looked at the Coke in Tony Stark's hand and asked him, "Does Mr. Stark know me?"

"Of course, I know you."

Tony was thinking, "Of course I know you, kid. You're Spider-Man."

I'm not stupid. With so many clues, I can't figure out that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. I might as well retire.

What's most infuriating is that this guy tricked me at the airport back then.

I fooled myself into thinking I'd been waiting on the airport rooftop for ages.

Even if the other party saved him in the underground copper mine, that's not how the score should be calculated.

“Peter Parker, right? A smart and mysterious high school student.”

Tony said, taking a metal key out of his pocket.

The metal key instantly activated its power, and the chill emanating from it instantly permeated the entire cola bottle.

The cola felt as if it had fallen into a frigid polar world, instantly enveloped by cold air.

White, icy vapor rises from the bottom of the bottle, then turns into bubbles that rise to the top and crystallize into tiny ice crystals.

Tony looked at the chilly Coke, then looked up at Peter.

"Do you know what this is? Superpower? No, it's the power of technology. When I was your age, I dreamed of having the superpower to control temperature so I wouldn't have to worry about summer or winter."

Tony handed Peter the chilled Coke, "So I've been working towards that goal."

Peter took the Coke from him. "Thank you. Mr. Stark, are you so relaxed? I remember you were supposed to be appearing in front of the media."

"Yes, I don't have much time, but I'd like to talk to you if you don't mind."

"of course."

Peter nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

The two sat together in the window seats.

You seem a little uneasy.

Peter asked him.

He had a rough idea that Tony Stark knew his true identity.

But it doesn't matter even if the other party knows.

After all, this guy, despite his great power, isn't exactly a bad person.

"Really? Maybe I'm excited. You know, I'm about to give a speech, and in the middle of it I'm going to announce something very important that might have a significant impact on my future."

Tony Stark picked up his Coke.

"Hmm, is it important?"

"It's important, after all, I'm not a good person, and this might be the only good deed I'll ever do in my life."

Peter was somewhat surprised.

This guy actually decided to do a good deed?!

"Surprised? I'm not a born bad person. I build factories, invent weapons, all of this is just to fulfill this dream of mine."

Peter asked him, "So, after you've seen your weapons destroy countless homes, do you consider yourself a bad person?"

"Yes, it's a complicated issue, especially after I experienced death."

He lifted his shirt to reveal a bandaged wound. "I have a heart problem that hasn't been fully resolved yet. A friend of mine once told me that if I can do something for the people before I die, my life will not have been in vain."

Peter took a small sip of the cola.

The coolness seeped into my heart and soul.

He began to have a newfound respect for Tony Stark.

This guy really does seem to be getting closer to Iron Man.

Wiping his mouth, Tony Stark turned to Peter with a serious expression. "It sounds like a fairy tale my mother used to tell me when I was a kid, but it's much easier to say it out loud."

After saying that, he looked Peter up and down and asked him, "Interested in working for my company, Peter? I can make you a billionaire overnight."

"No, thank you, but I'm not interested in becoming a billionaire."

Peter refused outright.

To become a billionaire, he doesn't need the other party's help.

"Mr. Stark, may I ask where you got the inspiration for your Iron Man suit?"

Tony Stark was slightly taken aback when Peter asked that question.

He coughed. "That's a long story."

He was now really afraid that Peter would keep asking questions.

After all, he invented this suit based on his research on the Xenomorph.

"is it?"

Peter stared at him with a look that made him feel guilty.

"Those creatures are no ordinary creatures. If they cannot be controlled, they will spread throughout the universe and cause a disaster that no one can escape."

He suspected that Tony Stark was secretly researching alien information.

It seems I need to go to the copper mine and see those alien creatures.

Tony was somewhat taken aback by Peter's serious demeanor.

"Thanks for reminding me, but I'm not that kind of destructive maniac."

He held up the Coke bottle and said to Peter.

He glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "I have to go. By the way, it was a great experience talking to you. Maybe we can find a place to have a nice drink next time."

Peter stared at Tony's disappearing figure, his eyes narrowing.