"So you decided to go to the Stark Group for an internship?" Schiller asked.

Peter took a big sip of porridge, took a bite of sausage, and chewed it, "Yes, so I can explain where the money I have come from. I told my uncle that Stark Group wanted to buy out my employment opportunities, not only would he give me a lot of money in advance, but he would also be responsible for my tuition for college."

"Did your uncle believe it?"

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

"But..." Peter put down the bowl and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Schiller, I want to stay here for a few days. Our house has been in disrepair. After the money is obtained, I want to renovate the house a little. After all, it rained a few days ago, and even the exterior walls fell off. They would go to their old classmates to borrow it, but I am almost adult and it is a bit inconvenient."

"I welcome you to stay," Schiller said. "But doesn't Stark's internship provide accommodation? It's still a little far from Stark Group."

Peter sighed and said, "Kostak Group is farther from the Gwen family."

Schiller smiled and said, "I bet that you failed to come to me if you wanted to stay at Gwen's house."

Peter's face turned red suddenly, and he said, "How could I make such an unreasonable request that I wouldn't say such a thing to Gwen."

"You are so conservative that you really don't look like an American." Schiller also took a sip of the porridge and said.

Before the two of them finished their breakfast, Steve ran in. There was a little sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he had been running all the way. As soon as he came in, he smelled the scent of Schiller's porridge. He touched his stomach and said, "I want me to say, man, you are better than the canteen of SHIELD."

Schiller pointed to the kitchen, and Steve went to serve the porridge by himself. Peter turned around and turned his mouth to chew like a hamster, chewing it out, while poking his head out, and whispering to Schiller:

"Who is that? He looks so handsome, stronger than the captain of my high school football team."

"Obviously, he's the guy who beat Stark up, of course, he was going to beat you because you're swaying around New York all day long."

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

It is impossible for Spider to beat Captain America now, and Peter is obviously very self-aware. He also knows that his high-profile behavior before has caused many people to be dissatisfied, and more than one or two people want to beat him up.

Stark, who has the ability to get beaten up, is one. Now it seems that this strong man should be one. After all, if he can beat Stark up, he must be a master.

As soon as Steve's eyes fell on Peter, Peter jumped up like an electric shock and said, "I'll put the porridge in my lunch box and I'll go to the hospital to give it to Matt later."

"I advise you not to go there this time," Schiller said. "You forgot how embarrassed it was to see Matt lying on the same bed last morning?"

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

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

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. Steve sighed and said, "Maybe I can't compare to him, because when I was an ordinary person, although I couldn't stand many things, I didn't have the courage to stop it because I knew I couldn't beat those people, and being injured would definitely hurt.

Schiller said: "It is human nature to seek profit and avoid harm, so talents who move against the wind deserve more respect."

After Peter packed up 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 like a piece of pizza when talking about my girlfriend."

While Peter was not coming, Schiller lowered his voice and said, "It's not enough to make him so embarrassed. His father-in-law is the director 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 the meal to Matt and when he came back, Schiller was not in the clinic, and Steve was sitting alone at the bar, fiddling with an old record machine.

Although it was an old record player for this era, it was still a new thing in Steve's era, so he was a little unaware of how to put the discs in.

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

Steve handed him the disc machine and said, "The doctor went to give that damn Stark psychotherapy. How old are you this year? Are you about to graduate from high school?"

While fiddling with the record machine, Peter shook his head and said, "Not yet, I'm just in my second year of high school.

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

But Peter glanced at his lips and said, "Are you lucky? Maybe I thought so before, but now it seems that it is not all."

"You're a little more mature than I thought, and I thought you would talk big or be impatient to show something."

"If I would have done that a month ago, OK, I'll give it to you. Now you just need to press the button above and it can play. There are not many people who can use this thing now. It just so happens that my uncle also has one, so I will use it."

Steve pressed the button and smiled and said, "Then will you 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 when it is put on the vinyl record, no one can repair it."

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

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

"Master Chief? It's almost the same. I have a special combat team under my command, and I will take them on the mission."

Peter became interested and said, "Are you a special forces soldier? Which number are you affiliated with? Seal? Or a sharp knife?"

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

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

"Captain America and his friends."

Peter opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened and said, "You have joined Captain America's squad, my god! That must have happened almost 100 years ago, you..."

"Oh, yes, indeed, the captain is not an ordinary person. Some of them must have lived until now. So you know the captain? Oh my God..."

Peter ran to the inner room, took out his backpack, flipped it around, and took out a figure from it, he said:

"Look, this is the latest bottle cap figure they cooperated with the soda company. I drank two boxes of soda before getting this. This is the only one with a shield in all styles. At the party a few days ago, they all envied me. This is much more popular than dancing a break dance or something."

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at the small figure. He took it and turned it around. He found that the figure's head seemed to move. He shook his fingers gently, but it seemed that it was too strong. The little man's head broke with a click. Peter screamed and rushed forward and snatched it back.

"Oh my God, it's broken!! Glue! I need glue! I didn't collect this for two months!!"

"I'm sorry, um..." Steve said: "I haven't played with this thing before, and I thought it could be moved."

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

Steve was not angry when he saw Peter. He felt that Schiller's description of this kid was not very accurate. Although he was a little bit irritating and a little childish, he could indeed take on a great responsibility.

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

Peter picked up the avatar of the little figure with some confusion. I have to say that although the figure is of poor quality, it is carved very finely.

Then Steve looked at the big boy opposite, looked down at the statue, looked up at him, looked down at the statue, looked up at him, then looked up at him, and then his eyes gradually became round, his mouth wide enough to dislocate his chin.

When Schiller came back with Pikachu back, he encountered such a scene. Pikachu waved his short hand in his arms and said, "It seems that it is not the time for us to come back, which has disturbed Jack and Ruth's long separation reunion..."

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

Peter turned his eyes to Schiller again and stuttered to him and proved: "He is...I mean...he, that...

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

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

Natasha's pleasant voice came from inside: "Come here."

Before Peter could react, after a gust of wind, a shiny shield of five-pointed star flew in between. Steve caught the shield with one hand, and Peter said in a blind eye: "It's so cool!"

Outside the door, Natasha said lazyly on the door frame: "Welcome back, captain."

Steve patted his shield and said, "It seems you are ready."

Schiller said to Natasha: "Okay, the old sensational story, you can talk about it later. The two-day medical fee will be 5 million US dollars. When will it be received?"

Steve glanced at him and said, "You really plan to charge so much money?"

"Otherwise, I'll ask you to install eavesdropping machines and eat free meals here. Is it because you are Captain America?"

"I thought we were friends," Steve said.

"Of course, if we weren't friends, we would have to buy a breakfast for $5 million for me."

"You have the same price for that Stark?" Steve asked.

"I'll double him next time."
Chapter completed!