"You were already unconscious at the time, Spider-Man." Franklin quickly comforted, "Believe me, when you hold that level of power in your hands... the world will look different in your eyes."
"Mortal rules and morals will seem insignificant in the face of cosmic-level power." Reed's mechanical voice sounded, "This is normal. You were longing for power at the time, so your subconscious helped you make a choice."
Peter looked at his metal claws, and after a long while, he exhaled a long breath. "Okay... Anyway, this is really cool. If Logan sees it, he will definitely go crazy with jealousy."
Johnny rolled his eyes. "Yes, this guy is back to normal."
"Judging from the scan results, it is simply a miracle." Reed continued, "Proto-Adamantium is perfectly integrated with your bone claws and is extremely compatible with your biological tissues."
Peter looked at the female doctor. "Uh, doctor, about my name and blood sample..."
"According to regulations, all data will be destroyed immediately after the test is completed. Don't worry, you are not the first superhero I have taken over." The female doctor smiled and said, "You can go, he has fully recovered."
Peter stood up and looked at the Silk-Shooter in the tray next to him that had been chopped into pieces and completely scrapped. He cried sadly, "My transmitter has not recovered...Old Peter will definitely kill me."
"Come on, forget about the launcher!" Johnny patted his back vigorously, "You exchanged the launcher for a pair of super claws of the same model as Wolverine! The launcher can be redone at any time. Where can I find these metal claws?!"
Peter smiled bitterly, "That's what I said... However, there is something I have always wanted to ask."
"What's the matter?" Ben asked.
Everyone followed Reed and walked outside the base.
Peter asked tentatively, "You... won't blame me, right? I mean, Proto-Adamantium is so precious, I didn't mean to consume it..."
"It's okay, Peter." Reed explained, "The scientific researchers here are only studying the synthesis process and have not put it into practical applications. Your 'human body modification' of this metal has instead provided them with valuable experimental data. No one will blame you."
Franklin asked curiously, "Dad, what are the researchers here still studying?"
"The 'New Earth' project was launched by your mother and I in order to find resources that can help the earth continue." Reed said while walking, "The team here is responsible for finding or synthesizing rare metals on the earth, such as Proto-Adamantium."
Peter asked, "Then what other metals did they synthesize?"
Reed shrugged his mechanical shoulders. "Vibranium, Adamantium, Beta Alloy, Celestial Alloy... Oh, I heard that a new metal with a density comparable to diamond has recently been developed, which is quite interesting."
"There is also gold, which is obviously easy to see." Lyja pointed at the huge pile of scattered gold mines at the bottom of the pit.
"Actually, gold is everywhere here and is worthless." Reed waved his hand, "We even mine and sell it regularly to use it as research funds."
Peter's eyes almost popped out. "Wait... what did you say?! Worthless?! Fuck! If I had known, I would have taken two yuan back as pocket money!"
Reed added, "It is not easy to mine yellow Kingpin. The hardness of the crust here is far higher than that of the earth. Even if it is discovered, the mining cost will be extremely high."
"And transportation is also a big problem." Ben muttered, "We only take the amount we need. So kid, don't make any mistakes, or you will have to walk back carrying a metal block weighing hundreds of kilograms."
Peter sighed sadly, "It's so unfair..."
Although he can use magnetic field control to pull out the gold, how to transport it back is really a flaw. Damn it! He also dreams of buying a big mansion like Bruce Wayne in New York!
After walking through the portal, everyone returned to Baxter Building.
The familiar air hit his face, and Peter breathed a long sigh of relief, at least he was back in familiar territory.
"Here, Peter, I think you may need this." Franklin stepped forward and handed over the broken helmet.
Peter took the helmet and smiled bitterly, "Thank you, but I guess I won't be able to use it. This was originally my only support. Without Sassy, I don't know what to do next. If Tony knew about it, he would definitely come to me proudly to promote how great his artificial intelligence is..."
"If you want to fix it, you can use the equipment in our laboratory." Franklin shrugged, "With your intelligence, coupled with my father's and my guidance, it is not difficult to fix it."
Peter was stunned. "Are you sure? Are you willing to let me use the equipment here?"
Franklin smiled and nodded, "Of course, please come this way."
He took Peter into the laboratory that once belonged to Peter in another universe. "You should be familiar with the layout here, right?"
Peter blinked. "Is the terminal password still 'Power Rangers'?"
Franklin laughed loudly, "Uncle Johnny has always liked that tokusatsu drama."
Peter put the helmet on the table, and a warm current surged in his heart. "Thank you, Frankie, this is really important to me."
"You're welcome." Franklin pulled over a chair and used his superpower to summon several tools and a brand new composite panel, "Then let's get started?"
For the next half of the night, the two of them spent the rest of the night repairing the helmet. Franklin was worthy of being the son of Reed·Richards and Susan·Storm. He inherited his parents' terrifying talents. With his help, the helmet was quickly repaired as before, and the internal system started to boot again.
"Thank you so much, Frankie." Peter stroked the brand-new helmet and watched the tactical interface light up again, feeling full of joy in his heart.
"It's just a little effort, Spider-Man." Franklin smiled and waved his hand, "You have helped us a lot, this is what I should do."
Peter looked at the young man in front of him and smiled gently, "Actually, you can just call me Peter. This is my real name."
Franklin's cheeks turned slightly red. "I'm sorry... it's just that you have been my idol since childhood. Uncle Johnny and Uncle Ben often tell me your heroic stories."
Peter patted his shoulder. "I'm also very happy to see you choose to be a hero. I believe Susan will be proud of you if he sees how good you are now."
Franklin nodded heavily. "Thank you..."
He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Peter: "Do you have a good relationship with... I mean, my mother in your universe?"
Recalling the image of Susan kissing herself in her mind, Peter blushed slightly and quickly suppressed the throbbing in her heart. "Well, she is my boss and a very good friend. She has helped me a lot, even arranged a job for my father and helped our family tide over difficulties. To be honest, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to repay her."
Franklin was silent for a while and whispered, "Then... can you do me a favor?"
Peter sighed softly, "You know she is not your mother, right?"
"I know, I know it very well." The young man smiled, "But... can you take care of her for me? I know this is a bit too much to ask, but--"
"-Frankie." Peter interrupted him, his eyes extremely firm, "I promise you, as long as I am here, I will never let Susan suffer any misfortune."