PFC Chapter 3093 "Romantic" Wedding Season (3)
Chapter 3093 "Romantic" Wedding Season (3)
Chapter 3093 "Romantic" Wedding Season (Thirteen)
Don't get me wrong, Stark is not that kind. The purpose of turning on the life support device is to shake Reed's brain as much as possible without endangering his life. In this way, Tony Stark is truly the smartest person in the universe.
As soon as the purchased mecha landed, Reed rushed out of it and started vomiting violently, and his whole body turned into a weak noodle.
But what was unexpected was that Susan was a scientist with a relatively normal schedule and got up very early. When she walked down the stairs, she was shocked when she saw Reed's appearance, and quickly ran over to help him to the sink.
Stark became even more unhappy when he saw that he had accidentally created an opportunity for the two of them to be alone. However, when he saw the mecha's hands full of food and thought about making breakfast for Pepper, he became excited again.
Stark carried the dishes to the kitchen island. Schiller had just finished packing up and turned to leave the kitchen.
Everyone drank last night and some people might have a hangover, so he was going to mix some cool drinks to refresh themselves.
Stark stood alone in the kitchen in a daze.
"Oh, God, did no one really punch me on the head yesterday? Why does my head hurt so much?!" Peter lay on the railing of the second-floor patio, the muscles around his eyes all wrinkled together, the consequences of the hangover were obvious.
He staggered down the stairs, obviously still half awake, but unable to sleep because of the headache.
Schiller started the shaved ice machine and said, "You guys had to play depth charges last night. You drank four or five kinds of alcohol mixed together. It would be strange if you didn't have a headache."
"Really? Am I such a jerk?"
"Hey, kid, you're an adult already, and your old father-in-law isn't here, so how can you be called a jerk for drinking?" Stark retorted.
Peter walked to the bar and lay down with his head on his arms until Schiller handed him a drink. Peter felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. After inserting the straw, he sucked it all down and let out a long sigh.
"What do you think I should do?" Stark put his hands on his hips and walked around the kitchen, looking left and right, picking up the sauce bottle and fiddling with the spatula.
Peter said vaguely: "Can you cook?"
"How come I can't cook?!"
"So what does Ms. Pepper like to eat in the morning?"
"I seldom have breakfast with her. She always rushes to the company before I wake up. But once I smelled a strong aroma of coffee in her office. She must like coffee very much, right?"
"Then start the coffee machine first." Peter yawned, rubbed his eyes, and after he woke up a little, he said, "What kind of beans does she like?"
"Well, I don't know."
"How is the baking?"
Stark waved his hand and said, "The coffee machines in Stark Tower are all smart. If you want coffee, just shout. How would I know this?"
"Then you should ask Jarvis." Peter stretched, poked the ice in the cup with a straw, and then threw a piece of apple stuck on the edge of the cup into his mouth.
Schiller smiled when he saw this. He knew that Peter was obsessed with eating all the food.
Maybe it was because he grew up in a poor environment, or maybe it was because of the teachings of his uncle and aunt, but Peter would eat everything on his plate.
He even eats broccoli, parsley and basil leaves used to decorate Western dishes, and of course the fruits on tropical-style beverage cups. He can even eat finger limes and limes that are so sour that they can kill you.
The apple slice was very thin. Peter chewed it for a few seconds and swallowed it. Then he smacked his lips and said, "Why does this apple taste a little strange?"
Schiller chuckled in his heart and thought, you thought the taste was strange because you didn't look carefully at the skin. If you had woken up, you would have noticed that the skin of the apple is golden.
Peter didn't take it seriously and continued to drink the drink, but within two seconds, he patted his head in a strange way and said, "Doctor, what did you add to this drink? Why doesn't my head hurt anymore?"
"Some painkillers. I knew you would have a hangover." Schiller waved his hand and turned around to mix other drinks.
Peter didn't take it seriously. He leaned drowsily on the bar, watching the sun gradually rise from the sea.
At this time, Stark had already sent a text message to Jarvis, asking Pepper what kind of coffee she liked and what kind of breakfast she liked.
Jarvis seemed to have gotten up a long time ago, and quickly replied with a long list. Stark looked at it and said, "Nothing special, just some toast, fried eggs, and ham. No problem at all!"
After saying that, he was about to take eggs from the newly purchased supplies. The eggs bought from the supermarket came with a cardboard egg rack with a handle on it so that they could be lifted out directly. Stark reached out to take it without thinking too much.
As a result, a corner of the egg rack scratched the plastic bag. When Stark exerted force, the handle on that side broke directly, and the egg rack containing more than a dozen eggs fell straight down.
Snapped!
Stark opened his mouth and closed his eyes, not daring to watch the scene of the chickens flying and the eggs breaking, but as expected, the scene of the eggs falling to the ground did not appear, and a hand held up the egg rack.
Stark thought it was Schiller who teleported over using the gray mist, but when he looked up, it turned out to be Peter.
He didn't react at first and was about to praise Peter, but then he thought about it and said in surprise: "What's the matter? Peter? Don't you have the ability of Spider-Man anymore?"
"I don't know." Peter also looked confused. He said, "I haven't woken up yet. My body seems to move on its own."
This accident completely woke Peter up. He looked down at his hands in shock, but Stark kept staring at him.
Noticing Stark's gaze, Peter looked up and met his gaze. Stark looked at him carefully and said, "Peter, do you feel that you are a little..."
"Something?"
"It's just that, uh... you look younger."
"what?!"
Peter immediately stepped over the pile of plastic bags on the ground, came to the French window, and looked at his reflection.
He looked at it carefully and found that it was not quite appropriate to say that he had become younger, but it was more like he had become better.
After giving his spider powers to Miles, Peter's body is naturally not as strong as before, and he is not as energetic, but his work is just as busy. He often reverses day and night, and inevitably falls into a vicious cycle of sub-health.
Dark circles have joined the skin routine, I often have no time to trim my stubble, my complexion looks a little dull, and I often suffer from back pain, leg pain, and stiff neck.
A physical check-up at the hospital didn't reveal any major problems. These are common problems among modern office workers, so Peter didn't take it too seriously.
It's hard for a person not to look old with so many negative aspects on him. Peter feels that he has matured a lot in recent years and he has recently been considering growing a beard.
Here in the United States, people have stereotypes about mature men. The first is that if you don't have a beard, you can never be considered a tough guy. Most men who present a mature image have to have a beard, such as Stark, Strange and Reed.
In addition to the fact that beards are a masculine sexual characteristic, trimming a beard requires time, patience, and skill. Having a well-groomed beard also proves that you have a comfortable and affluent life and is a reflection of your social status.
Peter stood in front of the glass and turned his face, and found that his dark circles had completely disappeared, and the blue stubble that suddenly appeared due to staying up late was also gone. His brown-black hair became black and thick, and his hair quality improved, shining with a healthy luster without using any hairspray.
He also found that his eyes had become brighter, and when he looked closely, there seemed to be no change in his pupils, but he felt that his eyes were more lively.
And he didn't know if it was his illusion, but his figure had returned to its peak state at the age of 18. When he pulled open his shirt, his abdominal muscles, which had been a little loose due to lack of exercise recently, became tight again.
With the above conditions combined, people will of course look more energetic and naturally younger. In addition, Peter's temperament is naturally sunny and cheerful. Everyone who sees Peter now will think that he is a cool 18-year-old boy.
Appearance is secondary. The key is what's going on with one's abilities. Could it be that the Spider Totem has gone back on its word?
In order to verify whether his ability has really returned, Peter wants to drag Stark into a fight, but Stark is not stupid. If you become Spider-Man again, can I withstand your punch?
While talking to Peter, Stark quietly controlled the mecha that had just bought groceries to come behind Peter and punched Peter.
Peter suddenly turned his head to avoid the mecha's fist, but frowned again, looked back at the mecha and said, "It seems something is wrong again. It's different from the feeling of spider sense at the beginning."
"Why is it different?"
"I can't really explain it, it's just a little weak, and my strength isn't that strong." After saying that, Peter pinched the mecha's wrist, exerted force, and pulled the mecha to stagger.
Stark glared at him and said, "You mean the power is not that strong?"
"If it were my old self, this mecha would have flown there by now." Peter pointed behind Stark. Stark looked out the kitchen window, and outside the window was the backyard of the Stone House.
Schiller watched all this from the side and understood it all.
When they received the golden apples, the Hesperides sisters, the caretakers of the Golden Apple Orchard, said that the golden apples could make people immortal and youthful forever.
But think about it carefully. If the person eating the apple is a man in his seventies or eighties, and his state is fixed at this time, it cannot be considered eternal youth. He must be rejuvenated.
But if you think about it, the principle of rejuvenation is unlikely to be to turn back his own time, let alone the golden apple. Even Zeus does not have this ability, because in the DC and Marvel universes, time is the underlying rule of the universe, and there are special abstract gods to manage it. Modifying and interfering with time requires talent, which is not something an apple can do.
Schiller guessed that the power of the golden apple should be based on divine power, that is to say, this thing is equivalent to a divine power compressed biscuit. One bite can gain a lot of divine power, so ordinary people do not need to eat so much, because their bodies cannot store so much divine power and it would be a waste to eat too much.
If this is the case, then the principle of divine power rejuvenating people is most likely to use divine power to transform various organs, restore them to the most peak state they have ever been in, and use divine power to maintain this peak state.
Because the energy contained in the average person's body is so little, and organs in peak condition are not that remarkable, so only a small amount of divine power is needed to maintain immortality and eternal youth.
In other words, if this kind of apple were given to an alien race that uses magic, eating a whole apple might not be enough for them to achieve immortality. The essence is the difference in energy consumption.