Hearing these words from Buggy, Tony's fist didn't pause in the slightest; instead, its descent became even more resolute.
A father's murder, and you think it can be repaid with just 'I owe him'?
Dream on!
He gritted his teeth, the seething rage in his chest almost burning away what little reason remained.
At first, when he wasn't using the suit, he had indeed retained a shred of reason.
But as the violent factors hidden in his genes were gradually activated, he had now completely lost himself in the fight.
He wanted to kill this damn guy.
He really did.
But... why... why was his fist growing weaker and weaker?
Why was everything before his eyes starting to spin, starting to blur?
"Huff... ha... huff..."
Tony's movements slowed down, from a storm-like assault to feeble 'rewards'.
He gasped for breath in great heaves.
It felt like there was a broken bellows in his lungs, each breath bringing a near-tearing, scorching pain.
A huge sense of disparity and powerlessness surged in his heart. Unwilling, Tony lifted his head, wanting to throw one last punch.
But before his fist could fall, he felt the World before him completely turn upside down.
His vision went black, and he fell straight backward.
A grand, Earth-shaking revenge ended in a way no one had anticipated—a flash in the pan.
Watching Tony and Buggy lying on the ground, Peter let out a long, heavy sigh.
Of course, he knew why Tony was in this state—Tony's Palladium Poisoning symptoms were beginning to show.
This should have been a warning bell reminding Tony of the impending crisis, but at this moment, it became the MVP in calming this storm.
Tony had vented his anger with no one to stop him.
Given his proud nature, he likely wouldn't stubbornly cling to this hatred after waking up.
As long as Buggy didn't appear before Tony in the future, both sides could coexist peacefully.
"Alright, with this, the conflict between them can be considered somewhat resolved," Peter said, looking at Captain America.
"But in the future, these two definitely can't stay together in the Avengers."
Hearing this, Captain America opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to plead for a chance for Buggy.
If possible, he still wanted to fight alongside his old friend.
"Peter, I know this is asking too much, but could you, for my sake... give Buggy another chance?"
"He's fought all his life; besides combat, he knows nothing. If he finally regains his freedom only to live idly, he'd go crazy from boredom."
Seeing Captain America's pitiful expression, Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes exaggeratedly:
"Stop, stop. I only said he can't stay in the Avengers, not that he has to retire."
Hearing this, Captain America's eyes immediately lit up:
"Then... what do you mean?"
The corner of Peter's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a knowing smile as he said:
"He can't join the Avengers, but we can form a new team."
"In my plan, the Avengers were always meant to handle major crises threatening Earth."
"Frankly, with Buggy's abilities, letting him join such big crises would only make him cannon fodder."
"So, I plan to establish a new department, specifically recruiting special individuals with tainted pasts or insufficient strength to enter the Avengers."
"They'll handle special events that are overkill for the Avengers but too difficult for ordinary Agents."
"I plan to call this organization... 'Thunder Agents'."
"The members of this team might not be as glamorous as the Avengers, but they'll also carry out heroic missions fighting for justice."
At this point, Peter looked at Captain America, his gaze meaningful:
"Steve, I plan to have you serve as the spiritual mentor for the Thunder Agents. When the Avengers don't have important missions, you'll lead this team and teach them how to become true heroes."
"As for this team's Captain..."
Peter's gaze fell on Buggy.
"Let him be it."
Hearing Peter's arrangement, Captain America felt as if he'd heard heavenly music.
Let Buggy be Captain?
Lead a brand-new team?
This not only solved Buggy's belonging issue but also gave him a chance to atone and prove himself!
He would no longer be the Winter Soldier living in darkness and compromise, but the proud Captain of the Thunder Agents, basking in the sunlight!
Though not as glamorous, it was more than enough!
Thinking this, Captain America looked at Peter with increasing gratitude.
"Peter..." His voice grew choked up, "I really don't know how to thank you."
"Alright, alright, none of this sentimental stuff," Peter waved dismissively at him.
"If you have no objections to this arrangement, take him away quickly. I won't heal his injuries; let him suffer the pain. Consider it venting some anger for my parents."
Hearing this, Captain America had no objections. He just bowed to Peter on Buggy's behalf, then helped Buggy up and turned to leave.
"Now then..."
After watching the two leave, Peter looked down at Tony lying on the ground.
Shaking his head helplessly, he ultimately gave up on the mischievous idea of leaving Tony with some minor issues like 'ED' to trouble him.
Placing his hand on Tony's shoulder, the horse talisman activated instantly.
White light covered Tony's entire body.
First, it quickly restored Tony's fists, which had been torn and bloodied from overexertion, to their original state.
Next, deeper issues.
The shrapnel in his chest, the Palladium in his body, and... his weak kidneys.
Under the divine power of the horse talisman, these embarrassing problems were all resolved.
As the fine shrapnel and the chest reactor slowly seeped out from Tony's chest, Tony gradually woke up.
He slowly sat up, and his first words upon waking were:
"Where's that son of a bitch?"
"I had Steve take him away," Peter briefly mentioned the Thunder Agents matter.
After hearing it, Tony indeed didn't get angry or anything. After a long silence, he said to Peter:
"Thanks, Peter."
"Alright, we're all bros~"
Peter said, shaking the reactor in his hand:
"Also, you won't need to have this thing stuck in your chest anymore. I just took care of it all for you."
"But you still need to develop the New Element. I don't want mine, Gwen's, and Felicia's suits using such an old reactor."
Tony nodded somewhat dazedly, then suddenly reacted after feeling the relief in his chest:
Wait, not needing this thing means the shrapnel's been removed, and besides that... At this, Tony instinctively glanced at a certain area.
Seeing his excited look, Peter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him:
"Haven't seen Chen Bo in many years, have you..."
Hearing this, Tony's expression was instantly replaced by immense joy. He immediately hugged Peter, patting his back vigorously:
"Honored Father above, please accept Tony's bow!"
If this scene needed a BGM, it would undoubtedly be:
Always taking from you, yet never said thank you~!