On the main road on Long Island, Shang-Chi drove a Humvee at high speed, with Wesley and Peter riding along.
Long Island was a sizable peninsula stretching east from Queens, New York. Its southern shore lay along the Atlantic Ocean...
Stark Estate was located in the middle of Long Island, near the Atlantic Ocean...
As Shang-Chi drove past the pleasant little towns lining the road, along with all the signs marked "Private Property" and "Private Road," he grumbled, "Why is it that every time I come here and then go back to my apartment, I feel like a poor man?
"What's the point of building houses in the middle of nowhere?"
Ever since getting in the car, Wesley had been leafing through a book on Egyptian mythology that he'd borrowed from Professor Wilson. Hearing Shang-Chi complain, he glanced at him and said with a smile, "You can't imagine the pleasures of the rich...
"Knowing Jessica, you've pretty much said goodbye to being rich for the rest of your life!"
Peter, sitting in the back seat, laughed and leaned forward. "Hey, Jess is a great girl!
"Wesley, I'm going to tell Jess exactly what you just said..."
As the second-oldest of the four, Wesley irritably shoved Peter's face and pushed him back into his seat. "You should worry about yourself!
"Just imagine: as long as you and Gwen live in New York, 11,000 pairs of eyes will be watching you.
"You could take a leak around the corner, and one of the 11,000 police officers would tell Chief George you hadn't gone home to pee..."
Peter had never given any thought to anything that far in the future. He stared blankly for a moment, then slumped against the stiff back seat of the Humvee. "No way!
"George is a good guy.