Everyday life at Midtown High School

The thing Tony is best at doing in his life is actually not technology.

Instead, make enemies for yourself.

It was said that they had an appointment for afternoon tea with Norman Osborn, but due to their schedule, they made it in the morning.

Then, he was late for a full 10 minutes, and at the moment when he pushed open the box door, he said in a very lazy tone: "Oh, as soon as I walked in, I smelled a failure... "

Immediately afterwards, under the dissatisfied gaze of Norman Osborn, he walked over frivolously, forked a piece of fruit with a fork very naturally, and half leaned on the table, as if feeling emotional, but it sounded completely like He said gloatingly, "Isn't it hard to get orders from the military, Osborne?"

"What does this have to do with you, Stark?" Norman Osborn responded unusually coldly.

"I don't really want to say 'I expected this,' because it would make me seem a lot smarter than you guys, which I am."

Tony said casually: "When the super soldier serum was successful and there was an instance of Captain America, the government sent out public tenders to all companies with the ability and resources to develop 'super soldier serum'. This company has received the invitation, and Stark Enterprise has naturally received it as well."

"It turns out that the winner of the public bidding was Osborn, not Stark."

Norman Osborn responded tit-for-tat: "And, what do you mean by saying this now?"

"Means nothing."

Tony shrugged his shoulders: "I just want to tell you that you didn't win that bid, but I gave up from the beginning."

"Losers always like to find reasons for themselves." Norman sneered and mocked.

"But looking at the current situation, we know who is the loser."

Tony said unhurriedly: "For so many years, how many companies have gone bankrupt because of the development of super soldier serum, or created some uncontrollable and harmful existences, and the real super soldier is still only Captain America. You know , This is not without reason, and it is extremely wise for the government to choose to shelve this project."

Norman looked cold, and said in a blunt tone: "They can't develop it, but it doesn't mean Osborn can't do it."

"I've always thought that hardware equipment is more reliable." Tony said to himself.

"Stark, just speak up if you have something to say." Norman finally couldn't help showing an impatient look.

"Okay, yes." Tony blinked indifferently, and said straight to the point: "I have read your report to the military, to be honest, it is smelly and long..."

"Wait, how did you see that?" Norman asked in surprise.

Tony froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide, those dark brown eyes revealed innocence, and said in an innocent tone: "Uh... I turned on the computer, searched their database first, then went in, clicked on the file, opened... just read arrive!"

Norman opened his mouth, so angry that his blood almost flowed backwards.

He really wanted to yell at something, but finally endured it, leaving only a toothache expression.

"...Where did I go? Oh, yes, your report."

Seeing that he didn't say anything more, Tony continued to speak very naturally, and the words were extremely blunt: "That report, you and I know very well, is to fool the idiots in the military. The theoretical part is pure It's empty talk, and the formula you've laid out from it, the formula at the heart of all theory, is also a mess of shit. But with this shit, you managed to get Osborne, on the military side A lot of research funding, that's a good start, Norman! It doesn't smell very good, but it's a successful case of self-promotion."

Norman Osborn snorted coldly, the back of his hand holding the cup was a little veiny.

"But no matter how powerful the deception is, it can't match the time."

Tony said eloquently: "In two and a half years, Osborn has not developed any potion that can be used, and you have not produced anything. To be honest, instead of continuing to wait for you to develop a new potion, The military might as well simply find some gamma rays to take a look at. Now, they have no patience to wait for the next two and a half years, and have decided to divest themselves from the Osborne laboratory."

"What does this have to do with you?!"

Norman glared at him almost angrily, and asked in a slightly higher voice, "Are you here specifically to show off to me?"

"No, I'm here to help the poor...or help the needy, whatever you think."

Tony opened his eyes wide and spoke sincerely.

Norman Osborn almost couldn't help showing the 'you're fucking kidding me' suspicious expression.

Then, he stared at those big brown eyes for a few seconds before hesitantly asking, "What do you mean? Are you going to invest in Osborn's project?"

"Haha, you really know how to joke! How could I invest in such a rubbish project!"

Tony immediately laughed exaggeratedly.

If there is a bomb right now...

There is no doubt that Norman Osborn will grab the bomb without hesitation and blow up the bastard in front of him to pieces!

How can there be such annoying people in the world?

However, just as he was furious, Tony spoke again.

"Investment is impossible, but a simple transaction is still possible."

"What deal?"

"I heard you have a son? The one named Harry." Tony asked casually.

"Harry???"

"Norman, can you have another one? Give me this."

Ignore Norman Osborn's shivering state that was so angry that he was about to smoke at this moment, completely speechless.

Tony was already distracted, thinking of other plans.

He pondered thoughtfully: "Well, get Osborne done in the morning, go to the New York Police Department at noon, look for that Mr. Stacey, and try to get Pooh's custody back, and get it done in one day."

So, at about three o'clock in the afternoon, when Pooh was in class unconsciously, he was suddenly caught off guard.

"Can we talk, Pooh?"

After being called out of the classroom by the teacher suddenly, Pooh was surprised to see Mr. George Stacey, a workaholic who was supposed to be at work, appear in the school corridor. After he vaguely realized what happened, his mood suddenly became heavy.

"Two years ago..."

Mr. Stacey and Pooh sat in a milk tea shop near the school where students often go, with a very gentle tone, and said with a little caution: "I am very happy to take you home to raise you, Pooh .”

"I'm glad I didn't trouble you." Pooh smiled and whispered.

"Children will never be a trouble to their parents, let alone you are so sensible." Mr. Stacey couldn't help but praise, then he reached out and stroked his hair lovingly: "You know what? I have always been special Want to thank God for bringing you to me."

"But now, you find that I was not brought by God." Pooh couldn't help but said.

"Honey, don't do this." Mr. George Stacey couldn't help but be amused by his childish tone: "God has given us everything, sunshine, grass, and even a flower, and we can meet and become a short-lived father and son. It is his gift."

"So, you've decided now that you don't want me?"

Pooh felt that talking like this was a bit offensive, but he couldn't help saying it.

In fact, he was a little unclear about his feelings, obviously Mr. Stacy was not responsible for him.

This kind gentleman just provided a family, according to the law of the United States on the protection of minors, before he came of age, he carried out a short guardianship work, which is true.

But when the other party said this fact indirectly, he felt inexplicably as if he had been abandoned.

It's not right to think so...but emotionally it's a little difficult to control.

"Are you kidding, Pooh?" Mr. Stacey said in surprise. "Who doesn't want you?"

"But you said it briefly?" Pooh pursed his lips and said, looking a little hesitant.

"I didn't grow up with you all the time when you were a child. In this respect, my father was indeed very short-lived."

Mr. George Stacey said in a strange tone: "Also, you have a superhero father now... child, I'm not sure what you think. Uh... Actually, I can understand that for young and energetic teenagers Saying, you guys might prefer the fancy-dressed, show-stopping superhero, who's cool ... I can understand it, really, I can understand it.”

"I don't want to leave you, sir, really." Pooh blurted out.

Immediately afterwards, he explained incoherently: "Superhero, this is too far away from me. I didn't mean not to tell you in advance about this, I just knew it, and then my mind was a little confused, it's not true !"

"So, that means...you didn't want to leave us right away?" George Stacey asked in surprise.

"I swear, I never thought about it that way." Pooh replied affirmatively.

"So, you don't think it's better to have a superhero father than a police father?"

"Please, George, there is no comparison. I have always loved and respected you, no matter what your profession is!"

"Great!" Sergeant George Stacy breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled happily, and finally stopped duplicity, pretending to be an image of a considerate father.

"Then you shouldn't mind... Uh, at noon, I led someone to arrest your biological father?"

Before Pooh could reply, Mr. Stacey began to chatter with hatred on his face: "I admit that superheroes are very brave. They have the courage to sacrifice. They saved New York, the earth, and the world! But in daily life In life, some people just can’t give a good face, it’s so fucking! He dared to draw a check to me, draw a check!! Doesn’t he know that in the United States, public bribery of the police is punishable by at least one year of arrest Is it a felony? I'd be a fool if I didn't take the opportunity to catch him! That bastard!"

Pooh: ...