[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

"Thank you, Master."

The opposite Spider-Man is thanking him.

Anakin couldn't help being stunned for half a second when he heard this familiar word.

Through the humid New York night air, he seemed to see the desert of his hometown of Tatooine.A Jedi Knight named Obi-Wan took him there, turning him from slave to apprentice.In the following years, Anakin called the other party "Master" at least thousands of times, until he fell into darkness and became Darth Vader, completely living up to this fetter.

Obi-Wan had already turned into a heroic spirit, but Anakin never forgave himself.He could still remember how the old master calmly met his lightsaber and returned to the Force.Yes, he finally turned his back on evil, and died with the Emperor of the Galaxy.So what?10 minutes of confession can't make up for 20 years of evil, he firmly believes that.

Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Peter was as silent as a human-shaped stone sculpture in the shadows, and suddenly felt a little uneasy: I shouted so rashly, is he angry?Maybe there are some cumbersome and weird rules in the Jedi Knights, you can't just call someone "Master".

"Don't call me that, Spider-Man."

Anakin said slowly in a hoarse voice with shifted pitch: "I don't deserve the word yet, just call me 'Vader'."

"Okay, Vader, I will definitely try the method you taught me when I go back." Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and said very sincerely, "You are so kind."

"Cough..." Anakin looked at the other party's funny red mask, and suddenly felt that the neckline of the robe was a little tight, and wanted to reach out to adjust it.Before he could put it into practice, the connection was over, and only the half-modified drawing of the flying wing was left in front of him.

He took off his robe, threw it aside, and slumped in a chair to let himself go, feeling more awkward than when he first went to Midtown High for his first class.

Anakin covered his face and thought: Teaching someone to meditate the second time they met, is this a sequela of the teacher's profession?Peter actually promised to do it, what a good boy.

After a night of vigilante work, Peter returned home with a spider's silk in his arms, feeling good.

Vader is really a good and delicate person, he thought, judging from the lips and chin exposed from the shadows, he should look good too.

Thinking of this, Peter stopped his thoughts and curled his lips: They are all men, what difference does it make if they look good or not?Mister Skywalker is also very good looking, don't I just use him as a teacher?

He glanced at the time, it was already late.After a hasty wash, Peter lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and planned to try the breathing technique taught by Vader.

Having superpowers sounds cool, but it's not comfortable at all in real life, and he's been suffering a lot during this time.

Take sleep as an example. After Peter gained superpowers, he hardly had a good night's sleep.On the afternoon when he was just bitten by a spider, he was dozing off on the subway. Someone put a beer bottle on his forehead as a prank, and the cold touch that was magnified several times made Peter jump in surprise.

From then on, he would wake up from his sleep at the slightest disturbance—even if it was just a mosquito landing on his arm, or the sound of Aunt May opening and closing the door at night when she went to the bathroom.His super senses burdened him more than helped him.

Peter counted his breaths, counted from one to ten, and then went back to start again, in turn, and fell asleep when he didn't know which round he counted.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, and the sound of Aunt Mei frying eggs came from the kitchen.

"Oh my god, I actually slept until dawn? It's incredible!" he said excitedly to himself.

Aunt May yelled from the kitchen, "Peter, you should get up, or you won't be able to catch the school bus!"

"I'll come!" Peter jumped up from the bed, feeling refreshed after a long absence.He was very happy, he didn't expect the method taught by Vader to be so effective.

In class that day, Anakin was very pleased to see Peter listening to the class energetically.

It appears that the meditation primer technique is working.

"Now let's look at the problem. Suppose the slider..."

While he was in class, he was already thinking about what training course to arrange for Peter next.

"Then, its trajectory is like this..."

Most of the Jedi training is about the force and the lightsaber, which is not suitable for Peter, and the rest needs to be modified according to his specific situation.

"We can do a simple force analysis here. At this moment, the slider is subjected to forces in the following directions..."

Meditation can be taught directly, but physical training requires a venue and some special equipment.With Peter's current strength, Anakin had no doubts that he could easily lift the heaviest barbell in the gym.

"Applying Newton's second law of motion, its acceleration is..."

The venue, the equipment, the course... Anakin was so focused on his thoughts that he stopped explaining unconsciously, and didn't say what the acceleration of the slider was after half a minute.

"The acceleration of the slider is 5 meters per second." Peter's voice interrupted Anakin's thoughts.

"Yes, Peter is right, it is indeed the answer. Then we can further calculate..." Anakin hurriedly pretended that he was deliberately waiting for the answer, and continued to explain.

That night, under an abandoned broken bridge in the outskirts of New York, Anakin gave the improved flying wing to Vulture.

"I've said this sentence ten thousand times, but I still can't help but say it." The other party took a test flight and said with satisfaction, "You are really a genius, Vader. In my opinion, you should sit until Go to the top of Stark Tower and kick that dude off."

"The president of the Stark Group did not rely solely on mechanical technology." Anakin's entire face was shrouded in the shadow of the hood, and his voice was hoarse due to the voice changer, "Speaking of Stark, Vulture, you Is there a holographic interactive projection device from the Stark Group, the kind that can cover the entire room?"

Perhaps it is the relationship between the different technology trees.Although this planet is immature even in manned spaceflight technology, it has many black technologies that Anakin has never seen in his previous life, such as the Iron Man suit, the Ark reactor, and the holographic interactive projection device... Well, maybe the Galactic Empire Missing a Tony Stark.

The holographic interactive projection device sounds high-end and cool. To put it bluntly, it is a 3D touch screen, and its technical content is definitely not comparable to that of a star warship.Anakin really didn't understand that the civilization in his previous life could build super-light engines and star destroyers, but it didn't even have a touch screen.

Vulture's answer pulled Anakin back from his wild thoughts: "There is one, which flowed out from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Logistics Support Department, and it's still in good condition. Why do you want that?"

Anakin: "I have my use, you don't need to worry about it."

"Okay." Vulture asked simply, not really caring about the use of his goods, "We are old friends, you see, this place is dedicated to trading with you. If you want that instrument , I will give you a [-]% discount, and I will send it to you tomorrow."

"In this place, you only trade with me?" Anakin suddenly grasped another important point in his words.

"That's right, the transactions of other customers are not here, you are treated as a VIP." It sounds good to say, but the vulture did this out of safety needs, not putting all their eggs in one basket.He has his own trading locations with several important clients, lest one be caught and the whole army be wiped out.

"Then send it here tomorrow, or at this time, the money will be directly deducted from the compensation of the flying wing." Anakin said.

"Okay, deal." Vulture agreed.