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Daisy heard people loudly berating someone inside even before she reached the door. She pushed it open and walked in.

"Who are you?" As she entered the office, everyone froze. An elderly woman with graying hair spoke up.

Daisy first looked over the people in the room. The short, skinny boy was Peter Parker. Standing across from him was a bigger boy, a head taller than Peter. For an eleven-year-old, he could be considered quite burly, with bulging arm muscles that made him look very strong.

The bigger boy's face was full of anger. He looked hot-tempered, the veins on the back of his hands standing out as though he still wanted to beat Peter up.

This was Flash Thompson, right? Daisy sized him up. He really was a big brute. His relationship with Peter Parker was like the American-comic version of Nobita and Gian.

The two had been tangled up for years. Flash Thompson bullied Peter every day, yet he was also a fanatical admirer of Spider-Man. In the end, Flash Thompson became a superhero as well, codenamed Venom Agent.

A school bully ultimately becoming a hero was the result of America's somewhat twisted worldview. As long as a bad person repented, they would immediately be forgiven. But if a good person did something bad, they would instantly be condemned by everyone.

Being able to bully classmates was seen by adults as a display of capability, while being bullied meant you deserved it. If you had the ability, then hit back! If you couldn't, all you could do was endure it.

As someone who had personally experienced school bullying, Daisy had plenty to say about it. She hated this environment.

Still, she understood how these children thought. Their reaction to adults lecturing them could be summed up in one word: annoying! She pointed at Peter Parker. "I'm here to take him away."

"What are you to him?" the teacher asked.

Daisy had expected this. Pretending to be the child's relative was a stupid idea. Spider-Man was smart; he would not leave with a stranger.

She gestured to the teacher, and the two stepped aside. Daisy handed her an ID.

She did not have S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials, since she was still a trainee.

What she showed the elderly teacher was an FBI ID. Every S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had one of these, and they used it whenever they went out to handle business.

The ID was useless within the Academy, but to this elderly woman, who had spent her whole life obeying the law, it was practically as imposing as the sky.

Still, she was quite thorough. She took it and examined it carefully. With Daisy's permission, she called to verify the number as well. In the end, the ID and photograph matched perfectly, clear and without error. She really was FBI!

Without another word, the elderly woman politely saw them out, leaving Flash Thompson behind to continue being lectured.

Once they left the school, Daisy opened the car door and motioned for him to get in. Spider-Man immediately became wary.

Seeing the guarded look on his face, Daisy could only explain why she had come.

Spider-Man's mouth fell slightly open. The temptation of making a movie was even greater than Daisy had expected. Peter wanted to earn some money to help ease Uncle Ben's family finances.

Seeing that Peter Parker himself was willing, Daisy began contacting his family.

Uncle Ben was very cautious. He repeatedly confirmed everything over the phone before finally believing her.

By the time Daisy drove Peter home, Uncle Ben and Aunt May were already waiting for her.

She showed them proof of her company and her bank balance statements. After making several reasonable guarantees—such as not interfering with his studies and not filming any revealing scenes—she spent an hour before finally signing a contract with them.

As she was about to leave, Daisy seemed to remember something. She said to Peter, "There are a few climbing scenes in the movie. You'll need to climb wire fences and trees, so practice on your own when you have time, Peter!"

With Spider-Man settled, little Gwen was much easier to handle.

Director George was easy to talk to. It was not because of their prior connection, but because he knew Daisy's identity. As the Director of the NYPD, he knew about S.H.I.E.L.D. and was acquainted with Nick Fury. Director Fury had even asked him about Daisy on several occasions.

Making a movie was no big deal. His daughter clearly wanted to do it, so she could go ahead if she liked it. The S.H.I.E.L.D. name could block all sorts of unspoken rules, so he was very reassured and agreed over the phone.

The chaotic early auditions went well. Both half-grown children had impressive acting ability. Peter Parker had an exceptional talent for climbing; scaling trees and wire fences was as easy as playing for him. Little Gwen could climb surprisingly well too! Daisy was very satisfied with both of them.

The role of the Black computer expert was declined by Director George, so they found a Black trainee to replace him.

Several important roles had already been cast. The only protagonist left was the culprit behind the island-wide blackout on Dinosaur Island: a greedy fat man.

Fat people were everywhere in the United States, but there were none in S.H.I.E.L.D... She could only continue searching outside.

Daisy arranged to meet Pepper Potts, intending to have her introduce Stark's bodyguard, Happy, to her.

Happy perfectly demonstrated that a driver who did not want to become a director was not a good bodyguard.

He had made a few movies for his own amusement, though they were very amateurish...

Daisy had only invited Pepper Potts to a Western restaurant, but not only did Happy show up, he even brought Tony Stark with him.

"Let me see your script." Stark was utterly unceremonious. He sat down and held out his hand to her.

Daisy glanced at Pepper Potts, who gave her an apologetic look. It was not classified, anyway. Stark was not going to copy her script and make Jurassic Park himself, was he? Suppressing her irritation, she handed it over.

As one of the world's top academic geniuses, Tony Stark read at an astonishing speed. Even skimming ten lines at a glance was not enough to describe it. The script was not complicated either, so he finished reading it quickly.

He wanted to call it trash, but Daisy's beauty rating made him restrain himself somewhat. "It's barely acceptable. But it's only cloning dinosaurs. If you gave me dinosaur genes, I could do it myself. Even without them, I might be able to extract part of it from bird genes..."

He continued speaking as if no one else were present, and Daisy hurriedly cut him off. "Our movie is meant to warn people to respect life, not to show off your technology!"

She was afraid that her movie would somehow turn Iron Man into some kind of dinosaur doctor. That would be ridiculous.

Tony Stark thought through the entire process. There really were quite a few difficult points. He was a mechanical engineering expert and had little involvement with biological genetics, so he immediately stopped speculating and handed the script to his fat bodyguard, Happy.

Happy did not read nearly as fast as he did. He took ten minutes to finish it.

"Does this role really suit me?" he asked Stark and Daisy.

Daisy really wanted to say that there were plenty of fat people, but too few trustworthy fat people. She made up all sorts of things about his acting skills, experience, and personal worth, then finally offered to invite him to be an assistant director.

As she was persuading the fat man to join the cast, Pepper Potts finished reading the script and had a new idea. Excitement shone in her eyes. "Miss Johnson, you're truly talented. I think this script has great commercial value. If it's made well, it will spark a trend. Do you still need production funding?"