The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"So you decided to intern at Stark Group?" Schiller asked.

Peter took a big mouthful of porridge, took a bite of sausage, and said while chewing: "Yes, so I can explain where the money on me comes from. I told my uncle that the Stark Group wanted to buy me out." The job opportunity will not only give me a large amount of money in advance, but will also cover my college tuition."

"Does your uncle believe it?"

Peter said: "Actually, Uncle Ben has always known that I have good academic performance and some genius minds. Now that I finally got a chance, he is very happy for me."

"But..." Peter put down the bowl and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Schiller, I want to stay with you for a few days. Our house is in some disrepair. Uncle and Aunt May got the money. After that, I want to renovate the house a little bit. After all, it rained a few days ago and even the outer wall peeling off. They will go to their old classmates to live in it, but I am almost an adult, so it is a bit inconvenient. "

"You're welcome to live here," Schiller said. "But doesn't Stark's internship provide accommodation? This place is still a bit far from Stark Group."

Peter sighed and said, "But the Stark Group is further away from Gwen's house."

Schiller smiled and said, "I bet you came to me because you failed to stay at Gwen's house."

Peter's face suddenly turned red, and he said, "How could I make such an unreasonable request? I would never say such a thing to Gwen."

"You are so conservative as an American." Schiller also took a sip of porridge and said.

Before the two of them finished their breakfast, Steve came running in. There was a little sweat on his forehead, and he must have run all the way. As soon as he came in, he smelled the aroma of Schiller's porridge. He touched his belly and said, "Let me tell you, man, this is better than SHIELD's cafeteria. I don't know how much better it is."

As soon as Schiller pointed to the kitchen, Steve went to serve the porridge himself. Peter looked back and forth, chewing as sweetly as a hamster in his mouth, while sticking his head out and asking Schiller in a low voice:

"Who is that? He looks really handsome. He's stronger than the captain of my high school football team."

"Obviously, he was the one who beat up Stark, and of course he was going to beat you up because you were hanging around New York all day long," Schiller said.

Peter choked, and when Steve came over with a bowl, Peter moved his chair to the side without leaving a trace.

It is impossible for the current Spider-Man to beat Captain America, and Peter is obviously very self-aware. He also knows that his previous high-profile behavior has caused dissatisfaction among many people, and there are more than one or two people who want to beat him up.

And Stark, who has the ability to get him beaten, counts as one, and now it seems that this strong man should also count as one. After all, he must be a master if he can beat Stark.

As soon as Steve's eyes fell on Peter, Peter jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and said, "I'm going to put the porridge in a lunch box, and I'll go to the hospital to give it to Matt later."

"I advise you not to go now." Schiller said: "Have you forgotten, the last time you went there in the morning, you saw Matt and his girlfriend lying on the same bed. How embarrassing was it?"

Peter's face turned red again, and he muttered: "That's a hospital there, and Matt's injury hasn't healed yet. They're really a little crazy..."

Steve took two mouthfuls of porridge silently, and then asked Schiller: "Is that Matt one of the good people you said?"

Schiller nodded and said: "I can't even describe him as a good person, he is a hero, a real hero.

Schiller and Steve briefly talked about Matt's life, and Steve said with a sigh: "Maybe I can't compare to him, because when I was an ordinary person, even though I couldn't understand many things, I couldn't stand it. I didn’t have the courage to stop because I knew I couldn’t beat those people and the injury would definitely hurt.

Schiller said: "It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so those who go against the wind are more worthy of respect."

After Peter went to pack his things, Steve asked: "This kid doesn't look like he has any superpowers at all. You know, even in my time, I wouldn't blush when talking about my girlfriend. Piece of pizza.”

Taking advantage of Peter's absence, Schiller lowered his voice and said, "Just being a girlfriend is not enough to make him so embarrassed. His father-in-law is the commissioner of the New York City Police Department."

Steve bared his teeth and said, "Didn't you say he is a lucky boy? I don't think he can handle such a father-in-law."

When Peter went to deliver food to Matt and came back, Schiller was not in the clinic. Steve was sitting alone in front of the bar, playing with an old record player.

Although it was an old-fashioned record player for this era, it was still a new thing in Steve's day, so he was a little confused about how to put the disc in it.

Peter said, "You can't pull on that barn door like this, you'll break it. Give me the disc and I'll put it in for you."

Steve handed him the disc player and said, "The doctor went to give that damn Stark some psychological treatment. How old are you? Are you about to graduate from high school?"

While playing with the record player, Peter shook his head and said, "Not yet, I'm just a sophomore in high school.

"I heard Schiller say that you are lucky and have gained some special abilities."

But Peter curled his lips and said, "Are you lucky? Maybe that's what I thought before, but now it seems that it's not entirely true."

"You're a little more mature than I thought. I thought you'd be boastful or eager to show off something."

"If I would have done that a month ago, okay, here you go, you just need to press the button above, and it will play. Not many people can use this thing now. It just so happens that my uncle also has one , that’s why I use it.”

Steve pressed the button and said with a smile: "So, do you know how to use a vinyl record player? I still know more about that."

Peter shook his head and said: "That thing is so old. I have seen it once at my uncle's colleague's house, but the vinyl record always jams when I put it on, and no one can fix it."

"Then you can bring it over and I will fix it. I am very good at this job. In the army, this kind of thing is a treasure. If it breaks, you will definitely hear a cry."

"Are you a soldier? But I can also see that you are really strong. You should be at least a sergeant major." Peter said.

"Master Chief? Pretty much. I have a special operations team under me, and I take them on missions."

Only then did Peter become interested, and he said, "Are you a special forces soldier? Which number do you belong to? Seals? Or sharp knives?"

Steve smiled and said, "We like to call ourselves the Patriots, but you should have heard of a louder name."

Peter was a little curious and said, "What is that?"

"Captain America and his friends."

Peter opened his mouth and eyes wide, and said: "You once participated in Captain America's team, God! That must have been almost 100 years ago, you..."

"Oh, yes, indeed, the captain is not an ordinary person. Some of them must be alive to this day. So you know the captain? Oh my god..."

Peter quickly ran to the back room, took out his backpack, rummaged through it, and took out a figure from it. He said:

"Look, this is the latest bottle cap figurine they collaborated with the soda company. I drank two full boxes of soda to get this. This is the only one with a shield among all the styles. I was at a party a few days ago. , they all envy me, it’s much more impressive than doing a break dance or something.”

Steve squinted his eyes and looked at the small figure. He took it and turned it around, and found that the head of the figure seemed to move. He shook it slightly with his finger, but it seemed that he had used too much force. The little man's head snapped off. Peter yelled and rushed to snatch it back.

"OMG it's broken!! Glue! I need glue! It took me two whole months to collect this!!"

"I'm sorry, um..." Steve said, "I've never played with this thing, and I thought it could move."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. If you are indeed from seventy or eighty years ago, the toys at that time were indeed much stronger than now, such as Lego. There should be Lego at that time, right?"

Steve was not angry when he saw Peter. He felt that Schiller's description of the boy was not very accurate. Although he was a bit explosive and naive, he could indeed take on big responsibilities.

He said, "I think you should take a closer look. Don't you think the head of that gadget looks familiar to you?"

Peter picked up the head of the small figure with some confusion. It had to be said that although the quality of this figure was not very good, the carving was very detailed.

Then Steve looked at the big boy opposite, glanced down at the statue, then up at him, then down at the statue, then up at him, then his eyes gradually widened, and his mouth opened so wide that his jaw could be dislocated.

When Schiller came back with Pikachu in his arms, he encountered such a scene. Pikachu waved its short hand in his arms and said: "It seems that we came back at the wrong time, disturbing Jack and Rose's long-awaited reunion..."

Schiller rubbed his face and said, "Tell you to watch less romantic movies."

Peter turned his attention to Schiller again and asked him for confirmation: "He is... I mean... he, that...

Schiller pressed the button of the record player, and a melodious old song came from it. He patted Steve on the shoulder and said: "Captain, it seems that he really wants to ask you for evidence. Yes, I can see that." Got what he meant."

The captain knocked on the bar table and said, "Where is my evidence?"

Natasha's sweet voice came from inside: "Here you go."

Before Peter could react, after a gust of wind, a red and blue shining shield with a five-pointed star in the middle flew in. Steve caught the shield with one hand, and Peter said with eyes fixed: "It's so cool!"

Outside the door, Natasha leaned on the door frame and said lazily: "Welcome back, captain."

Steve patted his shield and said, "It seems you have been prepared."

Schiller said to Natasha: "Okay, we can talk about the old sensational story later. The two-day consultation fee, a total of 5 million US dollars, when will it be paid?"

Steve glanced at him and said, "Are you really planning to charge so much money?"

"Otherwise, I let you here just to install bugs and to get paid for yourself. Is it because you are Captain America?"

"I thought we were friends," Steve said.

"Of course, if we weren't friends, I could only buy breakfast with 5 million US dollars."

"You paid the same price to that Stark?" Steve asked.

"I'll charge him double next time."

Steve immediately turned his head, looked at Natasha, and said, "Pay, and give me an extra 10% tip."