Who Says It's Only You? (Seeking Collections, Seeking Follow-ups)

"So you kidnapped me just for this?"

Tony plopped down on the ground, his face full of disbelief.

"This so-called Superman who suddenly popped up in our world has to be an idiot, right?"

Of course, Tony wouldn't dare say that out loud—otherwise, he'd probably be sliced clean in half by a scorching laser the next moment, one half left, one half right.

"You just need to tell me: will you do it or not?"

In truth, Peter wasn't stupid at all.

If he went to ask for help, whether Tony would agree was one thing, and whether he'd put his full effort into it was another.

More importantly, that would mean Peter owed him a favor.

But now, with the roles swapped, Tony had no choice but to give it his all.

"Fine, do I have any other options?"

Wearing only a thin set of pajamas, Tony hugged his arms, trying to preserve body heat, his tone dripping with helplessness.

"But everything else can wait. If you don't get me something warm to wear soon, I'm going to freeze to death."

In just a few short minutes, Tony's lips had already turned a faint purple from the cold.

"Ten minutes."

Leaving behind that one sentence, Peter's figure instantly shot through the air and vanished.

"Sss..."

Watching Peter leave, Tony shivered as he scrambled back to his feet.

He glanced at the opening above the ice cave, then quickly moved to the rocky wall at the edge, climbing up with both hands and feet.

But barely a minute had passed before Peter's figure flew back, carrying a thick down jacket and a pile of dry firewood.

Clatter.

Dropping the wood on the ground, Peter watched with amusement as Tony, who had only climbed about two meters up the rock wall, froze.

"That guy—didn't he say he'd be back in ten minutes?"

Now, caught between climbing higher and going back down, Tony's face was full of embarrassment.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he slid down the rock wall like a salted fish.

"Cough, cough—it was just too cold, so I got up to move around a bit!"

Landing on his backside, Tony let out an awkward laugh.

"If you can climb out of here tonight, I'll let you go."

It wasn't that Peter looked down on Tony—without some kind of help, he'd probably never make it out of here in his lifetime.

"Put it on."

Tossing the down jacket to Tony, Peter shot a beam of Heat Vision from his eyes, instantly igniting the wood on the ground.

As the fire burned, the temperature around them slowly began to rise.

"Phew..."

Tony wasted no time pulling on the jacket and plopping down by the fire, exhaling the last of the chill from his body.

"By the way, that suit you mentioned—the one you want me to build—what kind of suit is it exactly?"

With the warmth rising, Tony finally started thinking about what Peter needed him to do.

After all, only by getting this done right could he truly keep his life.

"Have you ever heard of nanometal..."

"What? A Nanometal Suit that can cover your whole body in seconds? Are you sure you're not joking?"

Hearing Peter's request, Tony shot up in shock.

"You want me to build a Nano-Suit from scratch, right here in this shoddy place, with no materials or lab equipment?"

"You might as well just kill me now—this is completely impossible."

To Tony, this demand was like asking a primitive man with bare hands to handcraft an AK-47—something nearly impossible to pull off.

"Forget the lab and equipment for now. Who told you it's just you?"

With those words, Peter's figure vanished on the spot.

A moment later, Peter returned.

He set down the person he was carrying, then shot back into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"Cough, cough—hello, I'm Tony Stark."

Staring at the sudden arrival, Tony paused for a moment before slowly speaking up.

"Ugh... waugh!"

But all he got in response was a violent bout of vomiting.

"Cough, cough—you get used to this sort of thing."

Comforting the poor bastard who was nearly vomiting up everything in his stomach as a seasoned veteran, Tony couldn't help but want to exclaim inwardly: That's right, this is the feeling.

"Cough, cough. Hello, Mr. Tony Stark. I've heard your name for a long time."

"Back then, I even went to your company seeking funding for my experimental project, but unfortunately, I was rejected on the grounds that the project didn't align with your company's development direction. It's a pity I never even got to meet you in person."

Finally suppressing the urge to keep retching, the man slowly straightened up and extended a hand toward Tony.

"Still, I'm very glad to meet you. I'm Reed Richards."

Before the two of them could shake hands.

Another figure appeared beside them, drawing their attention.

"Ugh..."

"Haha..." ×2

Watching an old man with graying hair hit the ground and immediately let out that familiar retching sound, the two of them, who had been somewhat startled, laughed together.

In less than half an hour, Peter made several round trips with his superhuman physique.

He brought back from around the world many famous Marvel scientists he knew, and their research directions covered almost all the hot fields in the scientific community.

For most of the scientists, the process of retrieving them was very easy for Peter at this point.

He barely left any trace at all.

However, retrieving the last scientist took a bit more effort from Peter—just a bit, though.

Africa, Wakanda.

A country that on the surface was extremely backward, a primitive tribal nation relying on farming and livestock.

Yet, hidden beneath the illusion was a high-tech city as advanced as the future.

And beneath this land lay the richest and most precious mineral resource in the entire Marvel Universe—Vibranium.

But today, Peter wasn't here for Vibranium.

He was here for a scientist in Wakanda whose intelligence was no less than Tony Stark's.

Inside the royal palace of Wakanda, King T'Chaka was discussing the kingdom's development direction with his subordinates.

"Trouble, Your Majesty—someone is breaking into Wakanda..."

A startled cry rang out in the originally quiet and solemn palace.

"What's going on?"

Boom!

Just as King T'Chaka was stunned with surprise.

A loud explosion came from outside.

"Not good—the shield module over the southwest airspace has failed."

In an instant, the protective barrier that could withstand missile strikes had already collapsed.

"What the hell is going on?"

King T'Chaka's expression was full of shock.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it seems to be... Superman. Not good—he's heading for the princess's palace."

"Damn it, send someone to protect the princess immediately."

At this moment, T'Chaka had no time to think about why Superman was breaking into Wakanda; his worry for his daughter made him extremely anxious.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty—the princess has already been taken."