He could not control himself. It was as if some irresistible will had moved his fingers to the button and pressed it. Happy Hogan opened the trunk and the car door without any resistance. Although Tony Stark had never asked him to stop here, and he did not know the person knocking on the window, at that moment he obeyed the command as naturally as if it had occupied every corner of his mind. Every thread of thought existed to serve that command; only after fulfilling it could he do anything else. Peter Parker watched in surprise as the person he had met once at the hospital hummed a tune, placed a briefcase in the trunk, then opened the door and sat beside him, as casually as if he were boarding a Greyhound rather than a luxury sedan.
He did not notice anything wrong. The silence in the back seat continued until Happy Hogan pressed the accelerator and drove forward, leaving the hospital's underground garage. Peter Parker tried to find a topic to talk about with the person sitting in the back seat with him, someone who looked about his age. "Do you know Tony Stark too? I mean, I'm really grateful that you used that new medical technology on me at the hospital. I'm glad I barely have any scars left. If May saw me covered in scars..."
"I'm not a doctor, kid. I helped you because you were never the target of that night's operation, and because you were lucky enough that the shrapnel in the attack drone's warhead did not take your life. I'm not going to resurrect a frozen corpse from a morgue." Salomon cut him off mercilessly. He stretched out both hands and pushed against the doors on either side, and the back seat, which