When Peter stepped into the laboratory, he still had a cool feeling that had not dissipated. The cold wind in the morning blew his cheeks a little red. He exhaled and put down his schoolbag.

The warm air in the lab made his forehead sweat slightly, and he took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair. Stark woke up and was still confused. Peter said: "I heard from Dr. Schiller that you are troubled by something. It just happened that the school holiday is on today. I am not interested in those rugby games. I think we can solve these problems together but first..."

He took out a bag from his schoolbag, and while he couldn't hold it because it was hot, he said, "I brought the best pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I swam them fast enough and it wasn't cold yet."

Then he turned around and looked at the coffee machine in the corner. He put the crepe bag aside, then ran to the coffee machine, fiddling with it and said, "Let's coffee, Dr. Schiller's Italian concentrator is so bitter. I really can't get used to it. Let me see, I want a double milk and double sugar latte, what do you want? Mr. Stark?"

Stark sat by the window, leaning his head with his hands on his head, his head still a little dizzy.

Peter, who was busy, had a kind of vitality and vitality unique to his age, just like the bustling morning in New York. Although it looked too bouncy and a little funny, it was this vitality that made Stark's frozen heart beat again at night.

Peter held two cups of coffee on the tray in one hand and a bag of pancakes in the other, and then placed them on the table.

Peter unpacked the pancake, squeezed the included sauce on it, and handed it to Stark. Stark didn't actually like to pick up things, but he still took it and took a bite.

In fact, Peter and Stark have different tastes. Peter likes to eat something with strong seasonings and likes to put various sauces, but Stark's taste is light. He took a bite of the pancake. The somewhat scented seasoning flavor covered the fragrance of the pancake. In Stark's feeling, it was not very delicious.

But fortunately, as Peter said, the pancake was just released in the morning. Peter was very fast and took it through most of New York's city. It was not cold yet. With the fragrant coffee, Stark felt a heat surging in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.

During this whole night, Stark didn't feel like crying, or that emotion had been accumulated in his heart and could not rush into his eyes.

But it was such an ordinary breakfast that made Stark feel saved. He never thought that he would be moved by the pancake that costs two dollars a piece of cake to cry.

Peter was not very good at eating, and he squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of the sauce was still stuck to the corners of his mouth. He also took a big bite as usual, and then kept putting it in his mouth to chew it.

The steaming breakfast made him sweat more, and he pulled the collar and the shape of his clothes became a little messy.

This image is incompatible with the breakfast, which is incompatible with the environment of Stark Building, where cool metals are everywhere, various high-end experimental instruments, and regular flashing lights.

It was like a cold and regular mechanical parts were forcibly painted with a colorful paint.

But Peter was not affected at all. He first quickly finished a pancake, then poured a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed on the back of the chair, sighing with satisfaction.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, "It's great. I could only eat it once a week, because you know, although this restaurant is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive. If you eat it in the school cafeteria, it would be half the cheaper."

"But I really don't like eating sausages in the school cafeteria, so whenever my uncle gives me pocket money, I'll go and eat it once."

"Gwen likes to eat this place too. Now we go to eat after school every day. I always complained that there were not enough seats there, but with Gwen, we were crowded in the corner and chatting while eating. Is there anything better than this?"

Stark looked down at his hand. The original pancake was left with only a piece of wrapping paper, and there was still some sauce left on it, and the coffee on his left was also bottomed out.

"I'm eating this for the first time," Stark said.

Peter said in a little surprised: "No, right? Pancakes are quite popular in our place, and almost everyone in the school loves them."

"You know Thompson, right? I mentioned to you before that the big guy who plays rugby in our class can eat 5 servings in one go. Last time he insisted that I bring him breakfast. If it weren't for the extra tips he gave me, I wouldn't have carried so many bags."

Then Peter said with some ease: "But it doesn't matter, everything has to be the first time, how about it? It tastes pretty good, right?"

Stark tutted his mouth. He had to admit that human taste actually likes richer flavors. Although those sauces may not be healthy, they are actually quite delicious.

After dinner, Peter stood in front of the laboratory bench. He originally wanted to see if Stark had any new mecha ideas, and then he discovered the piles of books and materials.

In contrast to Pepper, Peter could understand the complex experimental data, but he could not understand such long-term thesis at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it for a few seconds and covered his eyes and said, "I don't seem to know English anymore, help me! I seem to know every word here, but I seem to be very unfamiliar..."

"I think sooner or later, you will learn this, too," Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said, "This is why my dream is never to start a company or be the richest man in the world. I know I don't understand these things. I may not even hire an employee because I don't understand what they are thinking, and the business may be a mess..."

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened a little.

Peter's words reminded him that he was not forced to learn these things now, but he chose to protect the Stark Group. In fact, if he chose to give up the company and choose to be an independent street hero like Peter, then he actually had no need to look at these things.

As long as he has his genius brain, he can make mechas even if he goes to the garbage pile to pick up materials.

Then why did he choose to protect this company? Stark thought that the pain of learning these things seemed to be no less than going through the garbage dump.

Then Stark thought of Pepper, Obadaiah, and his father.

At this moment, Jarvis reminded: "Mr. Steve is here to visit."

"Close the door, refuse to visit."

But it was too late. Steve had already appeared at the door of the laboratory. He hugged his arms and said, "Shiler said you seemed to be in some trouble, so I came to laugh at you."

"Shut up, or I'll put on the mecha and beat you up now."

"I haven't settled with you yet. What about the account you used to blow my phone up with mecha."

"You deserve it."

The two of them had a few words and were about to take action. Peter stood between them and stretched out his arms to stop them.

Steve said: "I originally had some clues about your father's relics, but it seems you don't want to hear it anymore."

Stark choked and said suspiciously: "My father has other relics. You shouldn't be lying to me, right?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know the truth about your father's death back then, but I know that things are not that simple. He is likely to have prepared for it..."

So Stark pursed his lips and said, "Where is the thing?"

"Actually, it should be at the former site of Stark Industry, but you'd better not have too much hope, he won't put anything important there."

"You mean Howard Automobile Company? Jarvis, did you get the data from there last time from Obadaiah?"

"Yes, sir, but there are two old sites. Stark Industry has been relocated. I have sent mechas to two locations for searching."

"It seems you really care about your father," Steve said.

"I don't, I just..."

"No, I mean serious, you don't need to deny it. I can only tell you that the actions your father participated in and his death were not that simple, he..."

Steve paused for a moment, and seemed a little hesitant, but he said: "Maybe in your opinion, he is not a good father, but in my opinion, he must be a good partner. What do you think makes this difference?"

Stark frowned, and he heard what Steve seemed to be trying to remind him, but was reluctant to say more, which made him feel a little anxious.

He now understood Schiller's intention to let him read these theoretical books. Now, Steve's every move, he could find corresponding entries in his mind, which would facilitate Stark to look at his attitude from a more objective perspective. If it were in the past, he would have grabbed Steve's collar and had to say something.

But now, he could feel that Steve wanted to remind him of something, but he couldn't say it explicitly. Even if he asked, it would be a fight at most, and Steve might still feel that he was making trouble.

Stark felt the magical use of these things he learned for the first time, which could prevent him from wasting his efforts, and could also make him appear smarter and more unpredictable in the eyes of the other party.

Steve saw that Stark had no reaction and was just thinking in place. He was also a little surprised. What happened to Stark today? Are you sick? He was already ready to be hysterical about Stark and insisted on forcing him to tell the truth.

Does Stark know what he can't do?

But this is not impossible. Steve thought that the Stark family is both extremely smart. Maybe Stark just didn't like him before, so he should still be reliable in the business.

Peter couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere between the adults, so he had to ask: "Captain, are you going to have a cup of coffee?"

"No, I just came here to send me a message. I haven't run in the morning today."

"Oh, by the way." Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, and he said, "This is the lunch box I took away from Dr. Schiller a few days ago. Captain, if you pass by the clinic, please return it to him. By the way, I also brought two pancakes in it, one for each of you, and the sauce is placed in the lattice next to it..."

Steve opened the lid and looked at it, saying, "Take it all to Schiller. I can't eat too much sauce. In fact, I don't know why you love Mexican food so much, it tastes too good."

"Okay, then bring them all to the doctor, let's see you back."

After Steve left, the mecha soon flew in through the window. One of the mechas was carrying a somewhat worn leather bag in his hand. Stark didn't care about the dust on it. He flipped through it and found that there was only a notebook that looked a bit worn.

Stark opened the notebook and looked at it. Half of the notebook should have been soaked in wine. After he opened it, he found no useful information.

There were indeed Howard's handwriting on it, but most of them were nonsense he wrote after getting drunk, as well as some messy markings, and the letters were written in a mess, and nothing could be seen.

Stark put down his notebook, feeling a little disappointed, but also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

His father would better not be a savior at this time. Howard is not the person he should think of when he is sad and frustrated.
Chapter completed!