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Osborn…
Oh, right—Harry is the heir to Oscorp, young master of the Osborn family.
The three of them suddenly realized and nodded.
Harry's face went dark with exasperation.
So you guys even forgot my last name?!
Really… unbelievable!
He waved his hand, saying, "Come on, let's eat. We still have class afterward."
The four of them nodded and sat down with Harry at the dining table.
They dug into top-grade steak and freshly squeezed juice, enjoying themselves immensely.
And when they caught sight of those very same people who had mocked and picked fights with them earlier leaving the cafeteria—only to be stunned at the sight of them eating like this—the food in front of them seemed to taste even better.
Before long, the five of them finished lunch. Harry snapped his fingers, and the servers quickly cleared everything away and drove off.
Harry wiped his mouth elegantly with a white napkin, then casually tossed it into the trash. Glancing toward the distant school cafeteria, he said disdainfully, "Trash cafeteria. From now on, we're not eating there. Lunch is on me!"
The group cheered. Only Luke touched his head a little awkwardly and muttered, "This is all because of me. You guys…"
"It's not your fault. They're just idiots," Gwen said calmly.
She paused, an idea forming in her mind, then said slowly, "Don't worry. I'll take care of this. By tomorrow, I'll have them circling us calling us heroes."
"Heroes? What's that supposed to mean?" Mary Jane couldn't help asking.
"Uh…" Gwen scratched her cheek. "It just means we're really awesome."
"Oh!"
Mary Jane raised her chin slightly and said with pride, "Then I want to be a hero too."
"Pfft!"
Harry and the others burst out laughing.
At that moment, a teacher came over with a dark expression.
"You lot, come with me to the principal's office."
Clearly, word of what had happened in the cafeteria—especially Gwen's so-called "threats"—had already reached the principal.
Gwen and the others remained calm, but Mary Jane looked worried.
If they got scolded, or worse, if their parents were called…
"Relax, the principal's a friend of mine!" Gwen winked at her to reassure her.
Harry, meanwhile, declared boldly, "Don't worry. If he dares do anything, I'll just buy the school—and then make the old man clean toilets!"
Hearing this, the teacher's face twitched uncontrollably.
These brats were way too arrogant.
Half an hour later, the principal escorted them out of his office, looking utterly exhausted.
Watching the kids walk away, he silently did the math on their ages and estimated their graduation time, then shut his door wearily.
He really couldn't do anything about them.
Not only was Gwen personally acquainted with Iron Man, but Harry Osborn… if he wanted, he could literally buy the whole school and turn it into a pig farm.
"Sigh…"
The principal let out a deep sigh, never imagining an even bigger "surprise" was waiting for him.
…
After school that afternoon, Harry drove everyone home, dropping them off one by one.
When Gwen waved goodbye to Harry, she noticed Luke walking home with his head slightly lowered. She clenched her fists and rushed into her own house.
She had said she would fix this, and she meant it.
Of course, she couldn't do it alone. But Gwen Kent had connections—connections were meant to be used!
"I'm back!"
Mike looked up at his daughter rushing inside without even changing her shoes. "What do you want for dinner today?"
"Anything's fine!"
Gwen shouted back as she charged upstairs. Moments later, she came thundering down again, this time carrying ribbons.
"What on earth are you up to?" Mike asked, curious.
Waving the ribbons with a serious expression, Gwen announced, "I'm going to deliver gifts!"
Delivering gifts?
Sure, but why did she look like she was about to do something grand and heroic?
Mike was baffled.
He watched as Gwen dashed into the kitchen, grabbed the cake, donuts, and cookies he had made, packed them into clear boxes, tied them with ribbons, stuffed them into a bag, and ran out the door.
"This little girl… what the heck is she up to?" Mike rubbed his chin, utterly confused.
Meanwhile, outside the house, Gwen hesitated for a moment before heading toward Steve's place.
She rang the doorbell, rehearsing what she wanted to say in her head while waiting.
"Gwen!"
Peggy Carter opened the door with a smile, hugging her warmly. "What's the matter? Missing me already?"
Gwen nodded, pulling out a piece of cake with a sunny grin.
"For me?"
Peggy raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Heh, this must be Mike's handiwork, huh?"
"Mm-hmm!"
Gwen nodded earnestly, peeking inside. "Is Uncle Steve home?"
"He's out on a mission," Peggy replied. Then, narrowing her eyes, she suddenly asked, "You're not here because you need a favor, are you?"
"N-no!" Gwen stammered nervously, shaking her head.
Peggy smirked and tapped Gwen's forehead. "I used to be a top agent, you know. I even ran S.H.I.E.L.D. once. Did you really think you could hide those little schemes from me?"
Gwen stuck out her tongue playfully. "Aunt Peggy, you're amazing!"
Peggy chuckled softly. "Well, these days I just want to be a peaceful housewife. No more Avenger business."
Gwen suddenly pointed at the sky. "Look!"
"What is it?" Peggy asked, glancing upward.
"I just saw a cow fly past."
With a deadly serious expression, Gwen waved and said, "I'll go deliver the rest of my gifts now!"
"This kid…" Peggy shook her head, smiling.
"…A flying cow?"
She froze for a second, lips twitching, then shouted after Gwen: "Don't pick up your dad's habits! Look at what he's teaching you!"
Giggling, Gwen jogged backward while pointing at the sky again before taking off toward Bruce's house.
Peggy's face darkened briefly before she laughed and shut the door.
Gwen went on to visit Bruce's place, Natasha's, the Maximoff twins, and finally Luke's home, handing out her gifts one by one.
Yes—just gifts. She didn't bring up her actual plan with any of them.
Because in her mind, none of them were quite the right fit.
Natasha was a spy, Bruce was too mild-mannered unless he transformed, and Wanda and Pietro were still young and less well-known compared to other Avengers.
So in the end, she set her sights on Tony Stark.
A public figure. A superhero. Popular. Beloved by kids everywhere…
The perfect candidate.
…
Arriving at Tony's house, Gwen straightened her clothes and rang the doorbell, clutching the last box of cookies.
To her surprise, it wasn't Maria or Tony who answered, but Pepper Potts.
Gwen blinked. Their eyes met—and then Gwen gasped.
"Ms. Potts, are you living with Tony now? In his house? Right in front of Aunt Maria?!"
Pepper flushed crimson.
Gwen grinned mischievously. "Congratulations!"
Handing over the cookies, she whispered, "Looks like you two are getting married soon. And then—babies!"
Pepper, imagining marriage and children with Tony, turned as red as fire. Before she could react, Gwen had pulled her inside.
"Where's Tony?"
Gwen glanced around nervously, praying.
Please don't be here, please don't be here…
If she had to turn to her brother for help, it would mean her dad would find out too.
And if her dad found out…
Images of Mike storming into her school in full fury filled her head.
(⊙o⊙)…
No—this time, she'd handle it herself, using the connections of Gwen Kent!
"He's downstairs in the lab. I'll take you to him," Pepper said with a smile, setting the cookies aside.
"No need! I've been there before. I'll go myself—we need to discuss something very serious." Gwen pointed at the cookies. "You should try them. They're really good!"
Serious business?
Seeing her solemn little face, Pepper stifled a laugh and nodded.
At the lab entrance, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice greeted her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Gwen Kent."
Gwen froze, then beamed. "Wait—what did you just call me?"
"Miss Gwen Kent."
"Wow, J.A.R.V.I.S., you sure know how to talk! One day, a girl is definitely going to fall for you."
"I am only an AI. But thank you," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied smoothly. "Mr. Stark says you may enter."
The lab doors opened, and Gwen stepped inside.
The place was a mess, littered with scraps of metal and unfamiliar gadgets.
Tiptoeing carefully between them, she muttered, "Tony, you really should clean this place… whoa, what's that?!"
Her eyes widened at the sight of a massive metallic bird.
Over two meters tall, clad in black metal feathers lined with golden streaks—it looked like a giant golden eagle, majestic and razor-sharp.
But the most breathtaking feature was its enormous wingspan, stretching several meters across, feathers so dark they seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.
Tony, watching her stunned reaction, couldn't help feeling satisfied.
All that work had been worth it.
Of course, it wasn't finished yet, so he simply said, "Just a little project I've been working on."
Wiping his hands, he reached out to ruffle Gwen's hair as she stroked the bird's wing in awe. "So, what brings you here?"
Gwen quickly ducked away from his dirty hand, scowling. "I came to talk about something important."
"Oh?"
Tony raised an eyebrow, now genuinely intrigued.
"Go ahead."
Gwen hesitated a few seconds before blurting out miserably, "I was bullied!"
"Hm?"
Tony blinked, his expression turning serious. "Tell me."
Gwen nodded and recounted the incident at school.
Tony stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So… you want me to go beat up some kids?"
"That… I can't do. You should probably just ask your dad."
Gwen: "…"
She almost choked. "No! What I mean is, tomorrow I want you to…"
She leaned in and whispered her plan into Tony's ear.
Tony's eyebrows shot up. "Well, well! Gwen, you surprise me. That's actually a clever idea. But…"
His tone shifted, and he gave her a sly look. "What's in it for me?"
Gwen recoiled in shock, hugging herself tightly and shouting, "Pervert!"
Tony: "…"
He slapped his forehead helplessly.
"What the hell goes on in that little head of yours all day? Too many soap operas?"
Relieved, Gwen sighed. "Phew, good."
"…"
So wait—was she seriously worried I'd… what, prey on kids? In her eyes, am I Tony Stark or some creepy old degenerate?!
Tony's mouth twitched violently. He flicked Gwen's forehead. "Stop imagining nonsense, kid."
If it were anyone else's child, he'd have thrown them out by now.
"Bleh!"
Gwen stuck her tongue out playfully. "Thanks, Tony! Tomorrow, once it's all done, I'll treat you to a feast—meat, fish, whatever you want!"
"You?"
Tony gave her a disdainful side-eye and waved dismissively. "Go on, get out of here. Go eat your dad's food."
"Okay!"
She skipped toward the door, but before leaving, she turned back. "You'll come tomorrow, right?"
Tony waved her off.
Smiling happily, Gwen left Tony's house, said goodbye to Pepper, and skipped home.
Beneath the evening sun, she felt lighter than air.
"It's all set! It's all set! I'm so happy!"
"Gwen!"
Just as she reached her front door, she bumped into Clark coming home from work.
She ran to him, babbling excitedly about everything as the two of them entered the house together, the aroma of dinner wafting through the air.
…
The next day.
Classes began as usual.
But during the second period, something shocking happened at Gwen's school.
The superhero Iron Man appeared in full armor, right in their school, and stepped into Luke's classroom.
Before the entire class and the teacher, he praised Luke, publicly declaring that Luke had contributed—just a little bit, but still—to the defeat of the Chitauri invasion. He called Luke a "little hero."
Luke's classmates were dumbfounded.
The boy they had mocked as a "monster" was being praised by Iron Man? Even honored as a hero?
Slowly, their gazes toward Luke began to change.
Respect. Admiration. Envy.
And with that, Tony departed as quickly as he had arrived.
In just a few minutes, the problem was solved.
Watching the fiery trail left in the sky as Iron Man left, Gwen rubbed her nose and smiled with pride.
(End of Chapter)