Chapter 238 The Birth of Iron Man
Forest Hills, Parker House.

Peter stayed in his room, watching the clock.

The time showed that it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

He didn't feel sleepy at all because the person he was waiting for had not arrived yet.

"Squeak!"

The door opened slightly and Gwen walked in.

The room was dark and Gwen walked lightly.

"Gwen."

Peter's voice suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Gwen froze instantly and she turned to look at Peter.

"Peter."

"Where have you been? Gwen."

Gwen tried to look relaxed in her white Spider uniform with an orange windbreaker over it.

"I'm walking down the street. At this time, I want to take a walk and relax."

Gwen said to Peter, shrugging her shoulders.

"so."

Peter nodded and walked over to Gwen, sliding his hand to her covered waist.

The windbreaker was scratched and damaged, and there was a lot of dirt on it.

"You did something dangerous again, didn't you?"

He could easily guess what Gwen had gone to do.

"Yes."

Gwen put down her hands that were covering her waist in frustration.

"I tried to jump from the rooftop of a building to another building, just like..."

She said with red eyes: "Just like when I was chased by gangsters and had no place to go, I jumped from the rooftop to another building."

She held out her hands and looked at them.

"You saved me that time, but this time I found myself unable to jump over again. I don't know what Cindy Moon did to me, but my superpowers are indeed gone."

Gwen leaned her back against the wall, her eyes filled with despair.

"My father told me that what a person will experience in life is predetermined, and God has already arranged our fate."

"Even this conversation between you and me right now is arranged. No one can change it. We think we can control everything and our own destiny, but in fact we don't."

Gwen pours out her heart to Peter.

"But is this my fate? I have clearly accepted all of this, and my father even gave up his career for me. Now fate tells me that it is just playing a joke on me. Everything I have done is in vain. You are still a high school student with nothing. I am back to the beginning again."

Gwen felt that so-called fate must be mocking her.

"That's cruel, Peter."

Gwen said to Peter in a sad tone: "I don't know what I should do."

Peter watched Gwen's emotional outburst in silence.

After the other party had vented, he said to Gwen: "Things haven't reached the worst yet. We can handle it, Gwen."

"How to deal with it?"

Gwen shook her head in disappointment. "That serum eliminated the Spider Factor in my body. I may never be Spider-Woman again."

"I will not give up."

Peter reached out and took Gwen's cold hands in his, "Don't give up either, Gwen."

Gwen had her hands held by Peter, and her expression was slightly stunned.

Feeling the warmth Peter conveyed to her, she nodded.

"This is the isotope that Agent Jesse injected. It can temporarily help you regain your abilities."

As Peter said this, he handed the isotope that Agent Jesse had given him to Gwen.

Holding the isotope reagent, Gwen suddenly felt like crying.

She hugged Peter and buried her head deep in his arms.

The moonlight outside shone in, casting a layer of light on the two of them.

The next day, early in the morning.

Gwen was sitting on her bed, talking to her father on the phone.

She was wearing a beige pajamas, and her freshly washed hair was loose, exuding the scent of shampoo.

Because she slept too late last night, Gwen forgot to return her father's call.

"I'm fine, Dad, why didn't I answer your call last night?"

Gwen coughed and said, "The truth is, my phone fell into a gap in the road and broke into pieces, and then a car ran over it! Then a tanker truck ran over it, and God help the guy who tried to swerve around my poor phone and hit another car instead."

"The explosion was so powerful that it overturned the car and crushed my phone underneath. It's still buried somewhere!"

Peter, who was listening to Gwen's call outside, smiled.

This lie Gwen told was a far-fetched one.

Gwen seemed to understand that too much is as bad as too little. After being ruthlessly exposed by George Stacy, she helplessly put down her phone and looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Well, it seems that Dad doesn't believe what I said."

Gwen put down her phone, jumped out of bed, and said, "This is the real downfall of the digital age: No one can really escape it."

Gwen seemed to be in a good mood today. "Once you forget your phone, many people will miss it."

She felt much better after venting her feelings to Peter last night.

"What did Officer George say?"

Peter asked her.

"He said I should come up with a more plausible story."

Gwen shrugged and picked up the diary on the table.

"To be honest, I've also been thinking about writing something. After all, too many things have happened recently. Even if I'm not a superhero, I have to record them."

"Hmm. Can you let me see the content?"

Peter was very curious about what Gwen wrote in her diary.

"of course can."

Gwen got down to the floor in her cute slip-on shoes and grabbed the notebook from the desk and handed it to him.

Peter looked at the contents of the note out of curiosity.

-

Today's plan is to exercise your body and not let it go to waste.

Run: Three miles.

Second run: five miles.

-

The contents of the notebook seemed to be about today's schedule.

"Is this your schedule for today?"

Peter asked Gwen.

"Haha, yes, the fact is, I originally wanted to write about my recent adventures. I wanted to record many of my friends, Sarah, Silk, Jessica, and Shadow Spider-Man, but I didn't write a single word. If... If I really can't recover as Spider-Woman, maybe this will be my most unforgettable memory."

Gwen said this with a smile at first, but became more and more frustrated as she spoke.

She lowered her head. "I went to WH Smith Stationery Store and proudly bought a bunch of notebooks, stationery and ink for eight dollars and fifty-five cents, trying to record my adventures in different worlds, but it seems to have failed."

It looks like Gwen has hit a "creative block."

"I feel good."

Peter put the notebook down and said to Gwen, "The story has just begun, so there is no need to rush, Gwen."

at the same time.

JFK International Airport.

The black sedan was parked at the edge of the runway next to the tarmac.

Tony Stark, who had not been seen for a long time, was dressed casually in a black jacket and jeans. He took off his sunglasses and got out of the black car, followed by two white bodyguards.

Even though he didn't like having bodyguards, after what happened last time when Danvers sent people to attack him, he had no choice but to do so for his own safety.

"Mr. Stark, the crew is ready. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

The person in charge of the airport came trotting over, with an enthusiastic and attentive attitude.

Parked on the runway is a Bombardier Global Express XRS, the world's best long-range large business aircraft with a "city of luxurious sky villas".

The cabin door opened and Tony Stark entered the cabin with two bodyguards.

The main colors of the cabin are beige and dark brown. There is ample space and it does not feel stuffy. There are luxurious leather seats, wooden workbenches, and dining tables lined up in a row.

In addition, LCD TV, world-wide telephone, Internet access and a variety of fine wines are all available.

Tony Stark sat down, patted the leather seat, and looked out the window.

There is a beautiful stewardess outside packing the suitcases.

After a long 23-hour flight, Tony Stark and others arrived in Bamako, the capital of Mali, shrouded in darkness.

The terminal hall of Senou International Airport, as simple as a grain warehouse in a Chinese town, stands on a field.

When I walked out of the airport, I saw it was cloudy and rainy outside.

"It's really bad luck that it rained right when we got here."

Tony Stark complained while carrying his suitcase.

"It is the rainy season, sir, and we are lucky not to have encountered any violent storms."

The personal secretary next to him said to him.

"It's really good luck in another sense."

Looking at the clock hanging in the hall, it showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening local time.

"Has the person who is going to pick us up not arrived yet?"

Tony Stark asked his secretary.

Honestly, he wouldn't be here if he didn't have to.

He remembered the information he had read about Mali before.

This is one of the poorest and most backward countries in the world. Agriculture accounts for 80% of the GDP and there is basically no industry. It was a French colony before 1895 and became an independent republic in 1960.

Like all poor and backward African countries, Mali fell into civil strife immediately after independence, and three republican regimes were established in thirty years.

The most recent coup took place two months ago, when Malian soldiers mutinied. President Ibrahim and Prime Minister Cisse were detained in military camps. Government forces and rebels began negotiations. If the negotiations fail, it is estimated that the situation will be "rebuilding the empire" again.

All in all, this is not a very safe place.

But he came anyway.

As for why you came here?
The reason, of course, is to make money from the war.

After the incident at the copper mine, he was recovering in the hospital.

After his injury was almost healed, he came here.

While selling weapons, you can also relax.

Just when he was getting impatient, a black Toyota car suddenly drove in outside the hall door.

A man in his thirties, not good-looking, whose only advantage was that he was a bit gentle and polite, got out of the car.

A woman also got out of the passenger seat. She was in her twenties, tall, without makeup, with freckles on her face. She wore tight jeans that made her buttocks look full and firm.

The two of them held umbrellas and walked quickly towards the airport waiting hall.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Tony Stark and others.

The plain-looking man was stunned for a moment, then quickly came up to say hello.

But he was quickly stopped by competent security.

"Sir, what do you want?"

"Um," the plain-looking man quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Excuse me, who among you is Mr. Tony Stark? We are here to pick up Mr. Stark."

"I am Tony Stark."

Tony asked the two white men to step back.

"We are the guides hired by Mr. Obaday to take charge of your activities in Mali."

"Very good, the connection was successful."

Tony Stark shrugged. "So we can go now?"

There was no conversation along the way until we arrived at our destination, the Lisheng Blue Label International Hotel where we were staying.

night.

Tony Stark looked out the window in the hotel.

Outside the window was endless darkness, dense slanting rain, and a continuous path. Occasionally, there were dull gunshots, indicating that this was not a safe night.

Entering the luxurious suite, Tony Stark took off his tweed coat and called his secretary into the room.

"How is Peter Parker now?"

He had been keeping an eye on Peter's whereabouts.

He already knew that Peter was Spider-Man.

What happened in the copper mine made him pay attention to Peter.

Peter had disappeared for a few days before, and he had been asking people to investigate what had happened and where Peter had gone.

"Sir, we just received news that he has returned."

"Yeah, it's a little late now. Remember to remind me to call him tomorrow."

Tony nodded.

He looked through the window at his "neighbor" just across the street, the research center set up by Stark Group.

In addition to selling arms, he also visited the research center here.

The black conical high-rise building stands in the center of the city, like a glass-covered bullet head or an upright cigar, with a futuristic and sci-fi design.

The building of the Stark Research Center is completely different from the other low and old buildings around it, as if a person dressed in modern clothes suddenly broke into a group of ancient people, which is extremely inconsistent.

Tony Stark gave instructions to his secretary and walked outside.

I had just taken two steps when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Mr. Stark, please wait a moment."

Tony Stark turned around and saw the staff member in charge of his itinerary walking towards him quickly.

"Mr. Stark, there is a restaurant downstairs that provides late-night snacks. Would you like to try it?"

The staff asked him.

"Forget it. Although I really want to try the local cuisine of Africa, unfortunately, I have something to deal with tonight."

Tony Stark showed a regretful expression.

As soon as Tony walked away, the staff member immediately took out the communicator.

"He has gone to the research center and is ready to go."

A dark shadow suddenly flashed across the night sky filled with drizzling rain.

The huge glider spread out like the wings of a giant dragon, flying through the chilly night.

The black shadow shot out a grappling hook, which hooked onto the metal frame on the top floor of the research center and swung towards it.

Under the heavy rain, the black shadow flapped its wings, and in just a few breaths, it flew to the roof of the building which was more than 40 meters high.

Standing on the edge of the top floor and looking down, the entire city is in sight.

Black raindrops fell on the black shadow's clothes, gurgling down along the grooves of the texture, and then silently splashing onto the ground.

The black clothes washed by the rain looked even darker and brighter, like a black statue in the night.

After receiving the news that Tony Stark had arrived, Sombra immediately sneaked into the building.

Forest Hills, New York.

Peter is discussing with Gwen about rescuing the little rascal.

The news on TV suddenly reported that Tony Stark was kidnapped in Africa.

"Kidnapped? Terrorists?"

Peter felt something familiar when he heard these two words.

This guy was kidnapped again?!
(End of this chapter)