He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The golden light dissipated.

Peter Parker suddenly had a toy the size of his palm.

It has a cool design, with a dark blue mecha shell and two miniature cannons on its shoulders.

The antenna overhead stood crookedly, and the overall appearance was...

It looks a bit like a cheap toy sold at a street stall.

"Well……"

Peter turned the toy over to look at the bottom, then sniffed it closely before holding it up with a blank expression.

"Mr. Stark, what does this golden light mean?"

Does that mean it's valuable? Or does it mean all gashapon capsules light up when opened?

He shook the toy in his hand, and the joints made a cheap clicking sound.

"Because... to be honest, it looks like the kind I'd buy for two dollars at a street stall."

"I knew it."

Tony slumped over the counter, burying his head in his arms, letting out a muffled groan filled with despair.

"I spent so much money to pad my pulls, and after a thousand regular gashapon pulls I only got rubber ducks and bamboo dragonflies, but this brat just casually touched one and got a golden one."

He looked up, his face clearly showing the words "huge loss".

"And then what? The Legend of Golden Light is just a cheap toy from a street vendor?"

Tony snatched the mech from Peter's hand and scanned it over and over.

"Jarvis, analyze."

"Analysis complete, sir. The surface of the object is made of some kind of special metallic material, but the interior... cannot be analyzed."

What does "unable to be resolved" mean?

"Literally, sir, the internal structure is completely shielded by some unknown force field."

"this one?"

Tony held the toy up to his eyes, and the toy's head was right in front of him.

"That's it." Pietro leaned over from the side and flicked the toy's antenna with his fingertip.

"Everyone."

Li Ang's voice came from behind the counter. He was biting a straw, and his tone carried a hint of anticipation.

"Could you let me finish what I have to say?"

Everyone looked at him.

Li Ang reached out and took the plastic mecha from Tony's hand, holding it between two fingers and waving it at Peter Parker's face.

"Little spider, do you know what this is?"

Peter shook his head.

"This is called Leopardon." Leon placed the toy on the counter and tapped its head with his fingertip. "A giant combat mech."

"Giant?" Peter looked at the toy, which was smaller than his palm.

"Yes, gigantic."

Li Ang leaned back in his chair: "It's very easy to use. Just throw it on the ground, and it will automatically unfold to its full size."

"You'll be directly in the cockpit then, and the controls will be synchronized with your body."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Peter waved his hands wildly in the air. "You mean, this plastic toy, smaller than my fist, turns into a..."

"Big guy," Li Ang added.

How big?

"About the same height as Captain Tiga in his transformed form."

"More than fifty meters?!"

Peter's voice cracked, startling Patton, who was playing with the shooting sublimator in the corner, who looked up at him.

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Then Tony slammed his hand on the chair and jumped up.

"You're telling me this tiny, cheap item from a street stall can transform into a 53-meter-tall giant mech?"

He took three steps at a time to get to the counter, placed his hands on the table, and moved closer to Li Ang.

"That's right."

"What kind of energy source? Nuclear fusion? Dark matter engine? Space folding and compression technology?"

"Maybe neither."

"What is that?"

"How should I know? Just throw it away."

Tony opened his mouth, his expression shifting back and forth between "a genius's thirst for knowledge" and "a scientist's breakdown."

"This is not scientific." He finally managed to utter this sentence.

"Mr. Stark," Leon pointed with his straw to Tony's waist, "you're talking to me about science now?"

"...You make a good point, but I refuse to accept it." Tony choked for a moment.

"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!"

Peter was so excited his face turned red, and he was circling around the little toy on the counter.

"So I now possess a 53-meter-long mech? Me? Peter Parker? Peter Parker from Queens?"

Peter carefully picked up Leopardon, his smile infectious.

"OMG, this is way cooler than the mecha I've seen in comics!"

Bruce Wayne watched this scene in silence, then turned to look at the mountain of agent equipment piled up in front of him.

One hundred gashapon capsules, one million US dollars.

Eavesdropping devices, fingerprint collectors, bulletproof tie clips, photochromic sunglasses, and wilderness survival manuals.

Then look at what the boy in the cheap bodysuit is holding.

A toy that can transform into a 53-meter-tall giant mecha.

Bruce's temple throbbed twice.

He forced a deep breath, his facial expression remaining perfectly still, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the edge of the counter had turned white.

"Mr. Wayne, your hands are shaking."

Pietro floated over to him, a smug grin on his face.

"no."

"some."

Bruce had no intention of paying any attention to this silver-haired kid.

"Hey, kid."

Tony suddenly walked up to Peter, put his arm around his shoulder, and put on an expression that Bruce knew all too well.

That's the excitement a gambler feels when they see a winning streak.

"You know what, Parker, you're incredibly lucky."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark!"

"So I have a suggestion."

Tony pulled a faintly glowing capsule from his pocket and twirled it twice on his fingertip.

The texture of that gashapon was completely different from ordinary gashapon; fine runes flowed across its surface.

Premium gashapon (capsule toy).

"Want to try this?"

Peter Parker's gaze shifted from Leopardton to the ball.

"This looks...like it's really expensive?"

"It looks like it's so expensive you could never afford it in your lifetime." Tony shoved the ball into Peter's hands.

"Mr. Stark, I can't just take your things for free. I can work to pay you back..."

"Enough talk, open it."

Peter hesitated for half a second, then looked at the Leopardon in his hand and then at the premium gashapon.

The boy's curiosity triumphed over everything.

"Shall I open it then?"

"open."

Peter took a deep breath, grabbed the top and bottom halves of the capsule with both hands, and twisted it hard.

Click.

Golden light shone once more.

"Gold again?"

Bruce Wayne exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening.