This slender boy wasn't merely infatuated with the feeling of being hailed as a hero. He was genuinely using his abilities to help the people around him.
Just as he'd said himself, he saw himself as "New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man"-not some lofty hero far removed from ordinary people, but a down-to-earth boy next door who fought the injustices right in front of him.
"You work part-time delivering food?"
Tony casually picked up a cheeseburger from the table, took a bite, and asked through a mouthful of food.
"Y-yes."
"Quit." Tony said it as casually as if he were commenting that today's burgers tasted pretty good.
Poor Peter was instantly dumbfounded, convinced he'd misheard. "W-what?"
"How much do you make an hour delivering food?" Tony took a sip of Coke. "Twenty bucks? Thirty?"
"...Thirteen dollars..." Peter hurried to add, "That's already really good for a temp job. The most I ever made before was ten dollars an hour..."
"Heh." Tony swallowed his mouthful of burger without much interest and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. His tone was matter-of-fact. "An internship at Stark Industries pays three thousand dollars a month, not including performance pay, allowances, or project bonuses."
Tony sounded as though he were rattling off an utterly unimportant list of expenses, yet he suddenly seemed to radiate the glow of money.
"Wow."
Steve "Captain America" Rogers, who earned only $2,000 a month working part-time as a gym trainer: ʕ(ⓛ-ⓛ)ʔ...
James "Winter Soldier" Barnes, who had worked for Hydra for seventy years without receiving a single cent and whose identity now had to remain hidden, leaving him without a job or a salary: ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ...
Clint whistled and remarked, half joking, "You evil capitalist."
Peter Parker froze completely, his pupils widening slightly as he gripped the