The old man stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the Vibranium box. "But your idea is different. It is trying to build a self-sustaining empathy network. I can help you, Peter. But if in the process, I find that this technology has a tendency to go out of control or deprive human freedom..."
"I will personally destroy all drawings and data without hesitation." Peter promised categorically.
Friday night.
On the lawn outside the Xavier mansion, Qin was wearing a simple gray dress and reluctantly got into a convertible sports car. The driver was none other than the blond and muscular football captain Duncan. Before getting in the car, Qin looked up at the window on the second floor. Peter was leaning against the window, smiling and giving her a "keep in touch" gesture.
Immediately afterwards, Logan drove a black SUV and drove out of the manor gate carrying Kurt, Evan and Kitty who were all dressed up.
The noisy manor suddenly fell silent.
Peter walked downstairs and came to the lounge on the second floor.
In the corner of the living room, Wanda and Rogue each occupied a single sofa, holding a thick volume of Edgar Allan Poe's poems and reading with gusto. Scott was lying on a recliner, wearing noise-canceling headphones, shaking his head and listening to rock music.
On the couch in the center, Felicia was curled up playing with her mobile phone. She wore a tight-fitting black turtleneck sweater on her upper body, which outlined thrilling undulating lines, and her straight and slender legs were wrapped in tight-fitting jeans.
Peter leaned against the doorframe and looked at it for a while, feeling a soft ripple in his heart. Qin was right, someone had to break the deadlock first.
He turned and walked to the kitchen, took out the six cans of cold beer that Logan had secretly hidden from the Fridge, and also took away a large piece of chocolate cake that Kurt had saved for a midnight snack.
Back in the living room, Peter walked straight over and sat down next to Felicia.
Felicia was startled and almost threw the phone away. "You... why are you here?"
"Everyone else is going to have a party, and those of us who are left behind have to have some fun." Peter put the beer and cake on the coffee table and handed a can over, "Is it because I had a bad attitude the past few days, so I drank to relieve my sorrow and give myself a little face?"
Felicia looked at the wine he handed over, and finally couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Logan If he finds out that you stole his treasure, he will have to skin you."
"If the sky falls, I will hold it up." Peter pulled the tab directly.
A slender white hand suddenly reached out from the other side of the sofa and neatly took out a can from the six-pack. Wanda closed the book at some point, with a hint of joking in the corner of his mouth. "Sharing is a virtue, Spider-Man."
"I risked my life to steal it!" Peter protested.
Wanda took a sip and stuck out his tongue in disgust. "Inferior quality beer, smells like rust."
Rogue also came over, took two cans without politeness, and put one of the cans into the hands of Scott, who was still confused. He sat astride Scott's lap. "Drink, good student, there are no rules tonight."
Scott's face turned red, and he took a small sip. He immediately coughed in pain, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.
After a few cans of beer, the distance between the young people quickly narrowed. Everyone talked about their bizarre first drinking experiences and complained about their weird elders.
"... Anyway, when I was thirteen years old, I secretly drank half a glass of vodka at home and mixed it with half of the cranberry juice, so I fell asleep on the sofa for two days." Peter leaned on the back of the sofa and laughed.
Felicia laughed so hard that before he knew it, he had naturally leaned into Peter's arms. Their hands were intertwined, and the grudges of the past few months quietly melted away at this moment.
As the alcohol got to his head, the originally reserved Scott's eyes began to wander, and he pulled Rogue's sleeves dazedly and giggled. Finally, he was half dragged and half dragged back to the room by the red-faced Rogue.
Wanda yawned, looked at Peter and Felicia crowded on the same sofa, and sneered, "For the sake of God, if you plan to get back together on the sofa, I will go back to the room immediately."
Felicia rolled his eyes at her. "Mind your own business."
"But seriously," Wanda looked at Peter, "Is the battle suit that you just mentioned that can change forms at will true?"
"Unstable Molecule Fabric, referred to as UMF." Peter said sternly, "It has extremely high defense, can withstand extreme high temperatures and physical impact, and can reshape its shape at will according to the instructions of the mind. I happen to have a few spare underwear in my hand. If you want it, I can take you to get it now."
Felicia's voice came faintly from my ears. "So... this thing can be turned into any style of clothes? Does it mean that I will save money on buying evening dresses in the future?"
Peter felt a chill on his back and smiled dryly, "Theoretically... yes."
"And you never told me before?" Felicia's fingers gently rested on the back of his neck, and his tone was so gentle that it made people cringe.
"I swear, I was just busy and forgot!"
Under the watchful eye of Wanda, Peter quickly raised his hands in surrender and led the two girls through the corridor and back to the underground laboratory.
Peter took out several sealed boxes from the depths of the locker, inside which were neatly stacked several sets of pure white one-piece battle suits. There were extremely subtle dark circuit patterns flowing on the surface of the clothes, and there was a neural interface on the waist for loading appearance data.
"Just concentrate on imagining the outfit you want, and the nanofibers will automatically reconstruct it." Peter handed the clothes over, "For example, this--"
The instructions in his mind moved slightly, and the ordinary T-shirt and jeans on his body instantly changed and reorganized, turning into a straight and slim-fitting dark gray three-piece suit, and then turned back into a loose home bathrobe in the blink of an eye.
Wanda's eyes flashed with surprise, and he stretched out his hand to touch the strange material.
Peter was just about to continue the demonstration when the corner of his eye inadvertently passed by the workbench not far away.
His breath hitched suddenly.
The Vibranium box placed in the center... still sits quietly in its place.
Everything looks perfectly normal.
But all the muscles in Peter's body were tense to the extreme in an instant. It was an indescribable intuition, like the undercurrent hidden under the calm water. He subconsciously turned on Web Vision, and the red and blue perception field instantly swept through the entire room.
Except for him and the two girls beside him, the room was empty.
"Peter? What's wrong?" Felicia was keenly aware of his strangeness.
"No... nothing."
Peter walked quickly to the table and reached out to touch the Vibranium box. The runes were operating normally. He entered the password and opened the lid of the box. The Mind Stone inside still exuded a soft golden light, and the energy fluctuations were exactly the same.