"Hello, are you Happy?" Peter walked downstairs and saw a luxury car parked at the door. Through the window, he could see a fat man in the driver's seat, but Iron Man was nowhere in sight.
The fat man glanced at him and nodded.
The car door clicked open.
"Get in, Mr. Parker."
"Oh, okay. Where are we going?" Peter asked as he settled into the back seat.
There had been too many things he had not gotten the chance to ask that morning. Iron Man had been in such a hurry that he had not explained much to him.
"Tony didn't tell you? You're going to Hans Country."
"Huh?" Peter froze. "Why Hans Country? Aren't we staying in America?"
"Of course not. It's Hans Country. You seriously didn't know?" Happy said without looking back. He had a decisiveness that completely belied his appearance. In the time it took him to speak, he had already started the car and merged into traffic.
"How the hell was I supposed to know we were going to Hans Country? I don't even have a passport!" Peter was speechless.
"Oh, don't worry about that. It's already taken care of." Happy reached out, pulled a bag from beside the driver's seat, and casually tossed it to Peter.
Peter caught the bag and looked inside, only to find that it really did contain his passport.
But he had never given Iron Man a photo or anything.
Fine, he should not ask such stupid questions.
This was Iron Man, after all. It was not surprising that he could get things done so efficiently.
Still, it made Peter feel as though he were being swept along.
It felt strange.
Not very good.
Because he did not really like that feeling.
Especially not when he was being swept along by a capitalist.
Well, maybe he was being a little too fussy.
After all, the other man was helping him avoid a lot of trouble.
The car soon stopped at the airport, where Peter saw a private jet.
He had seen that jet on social media before. It was said to have cost several hundred million dollars and was Tony Stark's private plane.
That was normal.
Although he had plenty of Iron Man Armor, nobody would want to fly around in armor all day.
Most of the time, Iron Man appeared in ordinary clothes, just as Peter had seen him that morning.
After the car stopped, Peter watched Happy take a silver suitcase from the trunk. Without calling for him, he walked toward the private jet on his own.
Although Happy did not say it aloud, he held a slight prejudice against Peter.
After all, Peter looked like nothing more than a teenage brat. In terms of age, he was one too.
Though it was somewhat judgmental, Happy truly believed Peter would not be able to help Tony much.
Peter did not mind. With his backpack on his shoulders, he quickly followed Happy.
Once aboard, the luxurious interior of the jet left Peter wide-eyed.
The plane did not even have a pilot. It was an intelligent aircraft capable of fully autonomous flight.
That made sense. Aside from his armor, Tony Stark was best known for artificial intelligence.
Making a plane fly itself would be a piece of cake~
The only flaw was the lack of beautiful flight attendants.
Didn't private jets usually come with beautiful flight attendants? Why didn't this one have any?
Peter was deeply disappointed.
Still a teenager at heart, Peter became like a curious child the moment he boarded, touching this and looking at that.
Happy, meanwhile, set down the suitcase and found himself a seat.
Seeing that, Peter copied him and sat down directly across from him.
Happy had just closed his eyes when he opened them again. "You want to sit there?"
"Uh, can't I?" Peter asked in confusion.
"Is this your first time on a private jet?"
"It's my first time on any plane!"
Happy: ...Even if it was his first time on a plane, couldn't he see all these empty seats? Did he have to sit right in front of him?
Happy was driven crazy by Peter's chattering, so he hurriedly got up and fled to a seat farther back.
"If you're really that bored, take a look at that suitcase."
"The suitcase?"
Peter found the silver suitcase Happy had placed in the overhead compartment.
"Can I open it?"
"Mm-hmm. It's yours, so do whatever you want with it. But I suggest waiting until the plane is flying steadily before taking a proper look. This trip will take six hours. You'll have plenty of time," Happy replied.
"Okay, okay." Peter fastened the overhead compartment latch again and obediently sat down.
Rumble!
The plane took off amid a thunderous roar.
It was Peter's first time flying, and his five senses were dozens of times sharper than an ordinary person's. He went pale with fright.
The feeling reminded him of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and an angry Aunt May—scratch that last one.
Anyway, it was terrifying.
It was not until much later, when the plane entered the stratosphere and stopped shaking constantly, that Peter's senses slowly recovered.
"Whew, flying is so scary~"
Peter was still shaken. The feeling reminded him of when he had first gained his abilities.
One morning, he woke up to find his senses had suddenly become strange. Lying in his room, he could hear the footsteps of people jogging on the street outside, the sound of mosquitoes beating their wings on the roof, and water flowing through the pipes.
In an instant, his sensory world had become incomparably complicated and vivid.
The flood of information he received in that moment had nearly made him collapse!
He hurriedly hid under the covers and closed his eyes, only recovering after a long while.
That was also why he had been late for school that day.
Whew—
Peter let out a long breath, stood up, and took the suitcase from the overhead compartment.
With a light press, the suitcase opened.
Then, an incredibly cool red-and-blue suit appeared before Peter.
This Red-Blue Spider Suit was made primarily from some unknown nanocomposite material. Its texture was fine, its materials exquisite, and its design exceptionally cool.
Forget Peter's own baby pajamas—even Shadow Spider-Man's Shadow Spider Suit, which Peter had previously thought was pretty good, paled in comparison to this one.
"Th-this is really for me?" Peter could hardly believe it.
"Yes, it's for you. The restroom is in the back. If you want to wear it, go try it on there," Happy said irritably. "Now, could you keep it down and stop disturbing my sleep? I've been awake for nearly sixteen hours."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Happy."
Peter took the red-and-blue Spider-suit from the suitcase and tiptoed around Happy toward the restroom in the back.
The suit was easier to put on than he had imagined.
He only had to slip it on and press the spider emblem on his chest for it to immediately contract and cling tightly to his body.
Peter tried making a few movements in place and found it incredibly smooth.
He discovered that the suit did not just avoid restricting his movements—it actually enhanced them.
This was absolutely amazing!
For the next few hours as the plane flew toward Berlin, Peter wore the suit and bounced all over the cabin.
Fortunately, he remembered Happy's instructions. Though his movements were large, he made surprisingly little noise and did not wake Happy at all!
And so, the plane finally arrived in Berlin.
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