Did you make this yourself? It's very exquisite. How long did it take you?"
Peter, hearing Watson's praise, seemed a little embarrassed and said, "I only made this after I saw you that day, and Uncle Ben told me you were coming to visit."
"You're truly talented." Watson nodded after hearing this, then suddenly pointed at the poster and asked, "Oh, by the way, this poster is—?"
Peter looked at the poster and said nervously, "I traded my pocket money with a classmate for this poster. You'll keep it a secret for me, right?"
"Of course, I'm not like those rigid teachers. Now, this is our secret."
Peter smiled happily after hearing this: "Yes, our secret. Oh, by the way, when did you start fighting those bad guys? Aunt May doesn't allow me to use the computer, but I watched your video with a classmate in class. It was so cool! One punch and that guy flew several meters! And your armor even shoots fire, did you make that?"
Watson felt a sudden surge of "MMP" inside; it was from a gacha… *cough* "Yes, I did make it, but the method of creation is very special."
"Oh, I understand, that should be classified information!"
Watson inwardly gave little Peter a thumbs-up: "Exactly, classified. But I believe you'll also make your own suitable armor someday, Peter. If you gain—special abilities, like strength similar to mine, becoming incredibly powerful. What would you do?"
Peter was silent for a moment after hearing this, then said, "I won't let anyone bully me anymore; I'll beat them up!"
"Is someone bullying you now?"
"Not exactly now, but there are always some tall kids at school who bully the weaker ones, and sometimes they come after me too. Although they don't get physical, they do some very excessive things."
"So, if you get strength, you just want to protect yourself. Actually, if you gain strength, you could also bully the weak."
"Bully the weak?" Peter didn't react immediately after hearing this.
"Exactly, but 'the weak' here doesn't refer to those unfortunate people. Look at those bad guys I dealt with earlier; to me, they were weak. But I still bullied them," Watson said, shrugging.
Peter nodded: "You mean, bully the bad guys? Those bad guys who are weaker than me? But that's just something I can only imagine; I'm just an ordinary person, not like you."
"Peter, no one is ordinary unless they want to be an ordinary person, understand? Whether you're ordinary or not depends on you." Watson looked at Peter, who was listening intently, and immediately began his grand sales pitch. Uncle Ben's death and Peter's impulsive ignorance were closely linked. If he could guide little Peter from a young age, wouldn't he be able to fundamentally save Uncle Ben? Thinking this, Watson continued, "Do you know what's most important for a strong person?"
"—Strength?"
"Strength is important, but not the most important. The most important thing is a heart. This heart can support a person in becoming strong, and strength is just a tool for the strong. Just like your Uncle Ben, he supports this family; he is an important pillar, and this is his responsibility. I think, when he sees someone in need of help, or sees a few people bullying the weak, he would actively step forward. Even if he knows he's outmatched, he would find an indirect way to help that person. No matter what, he wouldn't just walk away. If he had the same strength as me, he might do much better than I do. I think you're the same."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. It's just that you're still too young now, but never think of yourself as an ordinary person. Believe in your talent and abilities, do what you can do. When you one day possess strength, you can help more people, but there's one more thing."
Little Peter showed a confused expression.
"First, you must take on responsibility. Aunt May and Uncle Ben are the ones who raised you. When you grow up, they will get old, and at that time, they will need you to support this family. When you can support this family, then you can go and save the people you can save. You need to know that there are many tragedies in this world that we cannot control. For example, even if you have that kind of strength, you cannot save the civilians who die on battlefields across the ocean. So, if that day comes, can you do it?"
Knock, knock, knock~
"Gentlemen? It's time to eat~"
"Okay, we'll be right there~" Watson responded to Aunt Leah, then looked at little Peter and extended his fist: "So, your answer?"
"I can do it."
"A man's promise."
"Yes, a man's promise."
Clap~
A large and a small fist met.
Stark's home.
In the temporary test area of the garage, Dummy was swaying back and forth in front of Tony Stark.
Unlike last time, where it only had leg machinery, it now had two 'incandescent lights' on its hands.
"Test number 37, configuration 2.0. Currently lacking a better solution, and ignition safety still has some issues." Stark turned to the fire extinguishing robot and said, "If you put out the fire randomly again, I'll donate you to the community college."
Tony struck a pose and said, "Alright, relax. Starting with 1% thrust. 3—2—1, ignition."
As the last sound ended, flames suddenly erupted from Stark's feet, and his two hands also released small bursts of flame to maintain balance. Tony looked at the ground 30 centimeters below his feet; it seemed there were no problems~
Thump, thump! Meanwhile, Dummy kept aiming its fire extinguisher at Tony, who was swaying back and forth.
"OK, please don't keep aiming at me as if I'm about to spontaneously combust. Just stand there, and if something goes wrong, then come over. OK, let's try again. Increase the configuration to 2.5. 3…2…1, ignition."
This time, Tony's hands began to flail around, attempting to change direction, if it weren't for— "Wait! This isn't the direction I want! Please—don't burn the car!"
Tony, who had landed again, grinned and said, "Ha, I can fly too, Armor Baby! Jarvis, call someone for me. I want to tell Armor Baby this bad news. Ah, I should call him Great Detective."
Tony? Watson looked at the caller ID and thought for a moment, *Has he completed the MK2?*
"Tony, what's up?"
A smug voice came from the other end of the phone: "Great Detective, where are you? I want to show you a big surprise and also tell you some bad news."
"I just went to see a kid and I'm about to go home—"
"Going home to find your sexy policewoman? Come on, come here first. I promise you won't be disappointed."
Watson curled his lip and said, "You make it sound like you're more alluring than my sexy policewoman. Alright, I'm coming over now."
—Long Island, New York - Tony Stark's mansion.
Watson couldn't help but curl his lip as he looked at the mansion in front of him: "Damn capitalism!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the entrance: "Respected Mr. Watson, Mr. Stark is waiting for you in the underground garage on level 1." As soon as the voice fell, the door in front of him automatically opened.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—I suppose you must be Jarvis? In fact, your existence, besides showing that Tony is a genius, is indeed a damned example of capitalism!"
"Thank you for your compliment, sir."