The Drifter, the Merchant, and Tony Stark's Friend.
Unfortunately, Spider-Man still had no intention of going for a drink with him. He only left him with a warning.
"Don't dress like you're going to a formal dinner. You're not cut out for this line of work."
"What do you mean?"
Tony stared at him in confusion, completely baffled.
"I've met a lot of people who get a little special ability and can't wait to go show it off."
Spider-Man gave him a long look. His voice turned inexplicably somber as he said softly, "But being a real superhero isn't about having great power. It's about having an unwavering heart. Another friend told me that. I hope you understand how important this responsibility is, instead of using your power recklessly like you did today and causing unnecessary damage."
"A superhero? Me?"
Tony pointed at himself, feeling the joke had gone a bit too far. "Hey, Spider-Man, I don't need you lecturing me. Besides, I've never wanted to be any kind of superhero!"
He'd only come to test the armor's flight capabilities. How had he suddenly ended up being mistaken for a superhero?
Seeming to realize he'd said too much, Spider-Man gave a self-deprecating smile. "Sorry. I guess I was wrong about you. I haven't been in a great mood these past few days. See you around, Tin Man."
With that, Spider-Man shot Silk from his wrist and leaped into the air. After swinging a few times, he disappeared from Tony's sight.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., unless I'm mistaken, did he just jump nearly ten meters?" This time, Tony was the one left stunned. He'd watched Spider-Man leap straight from the ground to the roof of the factory. The building was a full ten meters tall!
"More precisely, sir, thirty feet," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.
"Unbelievable. Why