Stark's Sense of Responsibility

Seeing Alvin's slightly disappointed expression, Dr. Eide smiled and tried to reassure him. "There will be other ways in the future. We can always find substitute materials, and those red Hell Parasites are excellent subjects for research.

The only unfortunate thing is that the material produced by the Hell Parasites can't be shaped, and it's a little too tough.

But we'll find a way. You see, that's the beauty of science!"

Taking Dr. Eide's words to heart, Alvin smiled and nodded. "That's good news. You'll succeed.

From where I'm standing, this stuff could do a lot of good for humanity. Those Cobras would have to be crazy to use it to make bombs."

Stark chuckled and patted Alvin on the arm. "Helping injured police officers regain the use of their limbs is something Stark Industries has been doing all along."

As he spoke, Stark tapped his wristband a couple of times, apparently contacting someone. A few seconds later, Alvin saw a section of the metal wall beside them turn transparent. On the other side, several people fitted with mechanical limbs were doing rehabilitation exercises.

To Alvin's surprise, Misty was among them. The former police commissioner of Hell's Kitchen stood in front of a treadmill, loudly chewing out a Black guy.

Another tall Black man with a triangular face walked over to Misty. It looked like he was trying to talk her down.

With the transparent wall between them, Alvin couldn't tell what was going on over there or whether they could see him. He felt awkward, unsure what to do.

Dr. Eide, ever considerate, gestured toward the lab opposite and smiled. "This is a confidential lab. They can't see what's happening in here.

"Mr. Stark is the most responsible wealthy man I've ever met.

"He not only covers the cost