Alvin waited until Stark had indulged Ned's fanboy routine. Then he took the hastily thrown-together "Mutant ID" Castle had made for Ned and handed it to the unlucky kid, whose head had finally started shrinking back to normal.
Ned looked at the mutation listed on his "Mutant ID": an inflatable doll that could grow bigger—E-Class Mutant...
The unlucky young man who had offended the writer said despairingly, "What's going on? I wanted to show my friends my 'Mutant ID'..."
As he spoke, Ned spread out his "Mutant ID" for Stark to see. Sadly, he said, "Mr. Stark, help me out!
"You're my idol, and MIT is my goal. If people see what's on this ID, will I ever find a girlfriend?"
Stark glanced at Castle, who wore an expression of uncompromising impartiality. Rubbing his nose, he told Ned against his better judgment, "Maybe girls these days like 'cute' boys..."
Seeing that things here had more or less been settled, Alvin turned away, pretending not to notice the look from the sexy, beautiful Dahlia. Instead, he asked Ned's father, Kraven, "Are you really sure you don't want to join the Mutant Union? There's a big discount for new members..."
Alvin glanced at Ned, who was clinging to Stark and pleading for help, then said with a smile, "He looks like he could use some proper guidance. Treating a 'Mutant ID' as a pickup prop doesn't seem like a good idea."
Kraven looked at Ned, who had just been through a roller coaster of highs and lows but still seemed rather childish. Then he shot a look of exasperation at his wife, who was holding an apple and repeatedly trying to feed their son a bite...
"All right..."
Kraven glanced at Castle, who was watching him with his phone in hand. He