"Mmph mmph mmph mmph," Aunt May's mouth was stuffed full of food again.
It was clear she was in a hurry.
But Peter really wanted to say, Could you not be in such a rush? Let me be the one in a hurry first.
Peter reached out and turned Aunt May's body to face him, saying seriously, "Aunt May, those things are too dangerous. I don't want you to do such dangerous things."
"I've applied for sponsorship from the September Foundation through Mr. Stark, and now I'm a . . . Stark Industries intern. Believe me, Aunt May, I can improve our lives!"
Hearing Peter's words, Aunt May also turned to face him with a serious expression – it was just that her cheeks, stuffed full, ruined the effect.
At this moment, she realized she'd been inappropriate and hurriedly swallowed the food, but choked because she was too rushed.
Peter quickly handed her the milk.
Aunt May took the milk and chugged it down in a few big gulps.
"Peter, do you think I do these things just for us? No, there are so many, many people in this world who need our help. And since I have the ability to help them, I should do it." Aunt May finished in one breath, then took a breath, and gave a summary, "With great power comes great responsibility, do what you think is right, Peter."
Peter nodded solemnly, taking Aunt May's teachings to heart.
At the same time, his heart skipped a beat.
He was wondering if Aunt May had discovered something by suddenly saying this. No, that couldn't be it.
He was clearly very careful every time he snuck out, wasn't he? Peter cautiously glanced at Aunt May.
Fortunately, Aunt May didn't seem to want to delve into this issue.
After speaking with Peter, she was also almost finished eating. After giving Peter his allowance for the day, she hurried out.
It was clear that the event was being held quite far away, which explained her haste.
Peter shrugged and cleaned up the kitchen, then grabbed his backpack and headed to school.
He attended Midtown High School, a public school. While perhaps not as luxurious as the private schools the wealthy sent their children to, it was still pretty good.
The teaching staff and resources were quite sufficient.
Before he received funding from Mr. Stark, Peter had secretly used the school's materials to create his suit and synthetic web fluid.
Peter had originally considered swinging to school using his web-shooters, but thought better of it.
Although he received support from the Avengers, it wasn't his.
He wasn't an official Avenger, and it wouldn't be right to constantly ask for things.
Also, Peter hadn't shared the formula for synthesizing the web fluid, so he still had to make it himself.
Speaking of which, he'd taken all his web fluid reserves with him to the Avengers' Civil War, and he didn't have much left on him now.
"It just so happens I have lab class today, I'll make some more then." Peter took out two Bluetooth earbuds and put them in, walking onto the bus.
"But, it's not good to always sneak around and take from the school. Even though those experimental materials were meant for them to use, they aren't mine. I have to be so careful every time."
"Perhaps I could find a way to start my own company? Just like Mr. Stark's Stark Industries, mine would be called… called… Parker Industries! Wow, that name is great, Parker Industries!"
"I wonder if there's a Peter Parker in a parallel universe who founded Parker Industries. I'd really like to see that someday~"
Peter got more and more excited as he thought about it. However, when he thought about how he was now penniless, and that his only "workshop" was just a small, cobbled-together desk in his room, even worse than the Amazing Spider-Man's workshop hidden in an abandoned room.
Splash!
A bucket of cold water was poured over him.
Okay, he calmed down.
"Parker Industries has a long way to go. Maybe I can start by creating a Parker Lab. Partnering with Mr. Stark, getting some research and development funding, as long as I can make money, I can not only maintain my equipment and develop new equipment, but also donate to the charity where Aunt May works, so she doesn't have to do such dangerous things to raise money." Peter found his thoughts becoming clearer the more he thought about it.
Hmm, that's the way to go.
First, find a project that can make money.
Then, talk to Mr. Stark about cooperation.
Finally, establish Parker... Parker Lab!
"A beautiful tomorrow awaits you, Peter, go for it!" Peter secretly encouraged himself.
Right now, he was already at school, putting away his things.
"You took two days off, where did you go?" A hand landed on Peter's shoulder from behind.
Peter, lost in thought, jumped in surprise and turned to see his good friend, Ned.
Ned was a chubby Asian kid whose family had settled in the US many years ago. Peter didn't know what Ned's parents did, but his family was well-off, and he often shared new toys with Peter.
"Uh, Ned, I, I applied for the September Foundation at Stark Industries, and now I'm part of the Stark internship program. That's what I've been busy with these past few days," Peter lied.
If participating in the Avengers Civil War was considered an "internship," then he wasn't exactly lying.
"Wow!" Ned believed him. "The Stark internship program! Awesome! I dream of getting into Stark Industries, but they don't want me. What did you submit? What's the internship about?"
"Uh, it's confidential, you know," Peter said.
Ned understood, "Oh, I get it, I get it, trade secrets."
Peter felt a little embarrassed and, afraid he'd ask more questions, quickly changed the subject, "So, what have you been up to, Ned, these past few days?"
Ned suddenly remembered what he wanted to tell Peter. He pulled a Lego figure out of his pocket and said with a grin, "Guess what? My Lego Death Star arrived!"
Peter took the Lego figure and looked at it.
Ned continued, "Lego Star Wars series 10188 Death Star!"
"It has 3,803 brick pieces, including Grand Moff Tarkin, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, Death Star Droid, Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, and 23 other minifigures!"
"The superlaser control room, the Imperial conference room, the hangar with a moving launch rack, the interior that can accommodate Darth Vader's TIE Advanced, Emperor Palpatine's throne room, the droid maintenance room..."
Ned became more and more excited as he spoke.
Peter had to interrupt him.
"Ned, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Ned took a deep breath and grinned. "Let's build it together!"
"I'd love to, but you know, Ned, I have the Stark internship, so..." Peter made a regretful face.
Actually, he wanted to go to bed early tonight and head over to where the Amazing Spider-Man was, to find that Lizard.
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