The Love Behind a Different Kind of Courage

It looked like a major maritime disaster, one that could rival the Titanic, was finally over!

Alvin had squeezed nearly every ounce of potential out of Venom, linking hundreds of rubber rafts together.

Under Alvin's direction, those scattered rafts formed a sizable island. It bobbed up and down in waves as the sea surged beneath it.

That was the best Alvin could manage. At least the survivors no longer had to worry about being capsized by the waves...

Stark pressed his lips together and gave Alvin a strange look. "Looks like you've discovered a new feature of that thing on you. Maybe I should think about taking my nanotech armor to the next level..."

He glanced awkwardly out at the sea. "Osborn can't do something like this, right?"

Alvin glanced at Stark, amused by his odd competitiveness.

The guy liked to see anyone who could match him in some field as a rival. He couldn't stand the thought of falling behind them in any way.

He was like that with Ivan, and with Norman Osborn too...

That might be one of the reasons Stark had succeeded. He was happy to give himself rivals, and that kept him forever striving to improve.

"Unless Norman's figured out how to feed those little aliens, I doubt he can pull off anything like this."

Alvin gave Stark a thumbs-up and smiled. "Great rescue. You've saved a lot of lives today."

Stark looked up at the sky, which had begun to darken. "We can call it over once these people make it through the storm. Fuck, those rescue boats are delayed just because of a little rain..."

Alvin looked at the four- or five-meter-high waves and spread his hands helplessly. "This is hardly a little rain!

"And you need to have more faith in people's