He's Spider-Man in Marvel, but he insists I'm Superman.

"what?"

Peter was deeply shocked to hear his uncle's wish, which he had never told him before.

"Mama... Aunt May, did you and Uncle Ben really have this wish before?"

At that moment, Peter had a sense of déjà vu, as if his own adoptive mother was also named Martha.

He couldn't help but look at Aunt Mei beside him with a probing gaze.

Aunt Mei's eyes were already red, filled with a gentle and happy light like starlight.

Gazing at Uncle Ben beside her, her voice was incredibly gentle and filled with deep emotion: "Ben, you actually... still remember the promise we made when we were young."

"Of course I remember, I'll never forget it."

Uncle Ben grasped Aunt Mei's slightly thin hand tightly in return, his warm palm enveloping her firmly.

His fingers gently traced the fine lines on the back of her hand, his eyes flashed with tender memories of the long years, and the smile on his lips was full of tenderness and certainty, brimming with deep affection accumulated over the years.

The two gazed at each other silently, the soft morning light falling upon them, outlining a warm halo.

No extra words were needed; the love and tacit understanding flowing in their eyes brewed the most touching warmth in the air, softening the entire moment.

After a long while, Aunt May slowly withdrew her gaze, raised her hand to gently brush away the stray hairs on Peter's forehead, her tone doting and tender, carrying a hint of longing.

"Peter, your Uncle Ben is right. We secretly made a pact when we first got married that once we had saved enough money to live a stable life, we would go to a small town in the suburbs and buy a farm."

She gazed out the window, a soft light welling in her eyes, as if she could already see the idyllic countryside she longed for: "It doesn't need to be big, just a few acres will do, a small wooden house, some cattle, sheep, and poultry, enough for us to live a peaceful life..."

Neither Uncle Ben nor Aunt May said another word, but Peter knew better than anyone that the reason this beautiful wish was buried deep in his heart was never because he had forgotten it, but because he had adopted a helpless child.

To shoulder the responsibility of raising him, the two worked day and night, doing their best to support the family, and quietly burying their own idyllic dream deep in the depths of time.

A sudden pang of emotion shot through Peter's nose, and warm tears welled up in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, his gaze more resolute than ever before.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei, don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill this wish, I definitely will!"

His arrival caused the two people who loved him most to abandon their longing for him.

Now that he has enough power, he will never be able to forgive himself if he cannot give them what they want.

Tony, standing to the side, watched this scene in silence, his usual nonchalant expression gradually fading from his face.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible sense of loneliness and melancholy crossed his deep eyes—a warmth of familial love he had never experienced.

He sighed softly, his tone full of genuine envy: "It's truly... a touching relationship. To have a lover by your side and family by your side, Peter, at this moment, I really envy you."

He also lost his parents at a very young age. In the vast Stark family, he was surrounded by scheming people who coveted his father's inheritance.

No one had ever given him such pure and warm family affection, and there had never been such a haven where he had felt unreserved love.

In a short while, the melancholy in Tony's eyes disappeared, and he smiled again, reverting to his usual carefree demeanor.

He casually pulled out his phone and calmly instructed Jarvis, "Jarvis, immediately search for all suitable farms around New York, whether they are for sale or not, select the best option, and report back as soon as possible."

For him, there is no such thing as "cannot do" as long as it is worthwhile. Even if the other party is unwilling to sell, he has the financial power to fulfill this heartwarming wish.

Peter looked at Tony with sincere gratitude in his eyes, nodded solemnly, and responded with utmost seriousness.

"Tony, thank you. Be sure to let me know when the results come out. I want to go and choose for myself which farm Uncle Ben and Aunt May would like the most."

"Alright, it's nothing, not worth thanking."

Tony waved his hand dismissively, then looked at Peter with a sly smile in his eyes, and raised his chin in a serious manner.

"By the way, I just spoke with the principal of your school on the phone before I came here. He said he was very impressed with your abilities and officially decided to take you on as my personal intern."

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of smug teasing in his voice: "So now, shouldn't you start calling me your respected mentor?"

……

Tony took Peter on as his intern, certainly not so that Peter would call him a respected mentor.

It was simply to pave a logical path for subsequent particle collider experiments.

After all, Peter was still a high school student who needed to attend classes on time every day and was bound by school rules.

But once you're officially a Stark Industries intern, and personally mentored by Tony Stark...

He was then able to reasonably waive the daily requirement of attending school under the pretext of participating in cutting-edge scientific research experiments, allowing him to devote himself entirely to the research on particle colliders and the Ark reactor.

Not to mention, when it comes time to apply to universities later, all Tony needs to do is write a letter of recommendation.

With his top influence in the global scientific and business world, Peter could easily secure priority admission to the world's top universities, a shortcut that countless people dream of but can never achieve.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Peter himself possesses extraordinary talent and outstanding achievements to match, and is by no means simply due to capital favoritism.

The plan to confront Uncle Ben and Aunt May was successfully completed thanks to the personal intervention of Tony, a globally renowned billionaire.

"Peter, you must cherish this opportunity and not let Mr. Stark down. Help him complete the experiment."

Under the tender and expectant gazes of Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Peter bent down and got into Tony's dazzling luxury sports car.

Boom boom boom!

A deep, furious roar of engines suddenly erupted, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The sports car sped off like an arrow, quickly becoming a tiny dot and disappearing at the end of the road.

Aunt Mei leaned gently on Uncle Ben's shoulder, gazing at the empty intersection, her eyes still holding a lingering tenderness and dazedness, and couldn't help but speak softly.

"Ben, you said... what Peter said earlier, was it all true? We really..."

Uncle Ben gently put his arm around her shoulder, his gaze gentle yet revealing a clear wisdom, watching the sports car drive away, his tone calm yet firm.

"May, our Peter has grown up. It's perfectly normal for him to have his own secrets and his own experiences."

"As long as we remember that he will always be our beloved child, and that our family will always be connected and care for each other, that's enough."

He could clearly sense the undisguised concern and desire to protect his family in Peter's words.

This sincerity is far more worthy of recognition and cherishing than a sudden windfall of billions.

……

Of course, Peter wasn't the only one "skipping class" today.

Gwen, too, had just left home, watched by her parents.

However, today, she did not take the school bus to school as usual.

Instead, they run and shuttle between cities at extremely high speeds.

We eventually arrived near the Osborne Building.

However, due to the scandal of the evil experiments exposed by Osborn Technologies yesterday, the Osborn Building has been temporarily sealed off.

"Come on, Gwen, you can do it!"

Gwen evaded the patrolling officers and approached the building. Gazing at the towering structure that seemed to reach into the clouds, her eyes were filled with determination and self-encouragement.

Without hesitation, he suddenly accelerated, his figure leaping several meters high like a nimble cat, and abruptly landing on the smooth glass outside the building.

Instead of slipping down, she rapidly climbed the building, reaching dozens of floors in just a few seconds.

On this floor, perhaps because they left in such a hurry yesterday, there was a ventilation window that they didn't have time to close.

Gwen moved with surprising agility, slipping through the window and into the room.

……