Original God Traveler in Marvel

"what!"

Peter watched in horror as Mona picked up the red piece from the schoolbag that had accidentally dropped on the floor.

Mona stretched the shoulders of both ends of the clothes and swayed in front of her. She looked slyly at the troubled boy who was clutching his forehead.

"Why don't Mr. Peter explain to us what this is? It can't be the uniform issued by our school."

"Uh……"

Peter walked over 'casually' and took away the clothes that Mona was holding.

"No, no, this is actually the sportswear I brought to gym class... lah..."

Hearing what he said, Tony immediately clicked 'tsk', and Mona followed suit with a sigh.

Under the reprimand of 'disapproving' eyes from both Mona and Tony, Peter finally gave up struggling.

"Hey, boy, I think what you just said just insulted our IQ."

Tony patted the tangled Peter on the shoulder, took the clothes from him and examined them carefully.

The more you look at the man, the more surprised you are. Such crude equipment, even clothes without any defensive ability, this kid actually wears it every day to fight thieves and robbers...Look, this XX part It's still online!

Fortunately, he came in time, otherwise, in two days, he would probably be able to see Spider-Man playing hooligans on the Internet.

"So, you are" Tony gestured at Peter's height, and his tone was not very sure:

"Spider...baby?"

"Uh, yeah that crime-fighting spider...boy?"

Peter took a deep breath, trying to calm down the turmoil in his heart caused by Iron Man calling him.

He tried to pull a lighthearted smile, but clearly failed.

"Old man, what memory do you have, it's obviously Spider-Man."

"Old man?" Tony looked back incredulously at Mona's arrogant appearance: "Didn't you call me, my dear, the big popsicle didn't come with you."

Mona curled her lips: "Just tell me if you remember wrongly."

"Thank you Mona."

The girl's quick answer broke the slightly awkward atmosphere, and Peter looked at Tony with extremely helpless eyes: "That's right, it's Spider-Man."

Tony looked away from Mona and pursed his lips. The two sang together so well that he didn't know what to say. Young people are always so bold that they think they can save the earth with some small abilities.

How can these immature shoulders carry such a heavy responsibility.

Tony snorted softly, and couldn't help complaining: "Hey, just wearing this one-piece pajamas, how dare you call him a hero?"

"This is not pajamas!"

There was a tinge of anger in Peter's heart. Even if the person in front of him was his favorite Iron Man, he would be angry when he said that about the hero code name he had been thinking about.

"It's unbelievable. I actually went well today. I didn't meet a car thief or see a thief. Even the old lady crossing the road had a nice guy in a red jumpsuit rushing to help me."

Sitting back on the bed, Peter had already broken his jars, and now the tension dissipated, and he even had time to care about Mona's study.

"By the way, today's algebra test, Mona, you didn't come, the teacher said, all those who missed the test will get 0 points in the final grade."

"what!"

Mona immediately frowned: "The great astrologer Mona's excellent academic career must not have the stain of 0 points!"

"Not even high school math! If the travelers know about it, how can I be a good teacher?" (angry)

"??"

Peter caught the information point in Mona's words just now: "Traveler? Mona, you know Sora."

Seeing that the girl did not refute, Peter looked at Tony again, and he was enlightened and realized for a moment.

Yes.

When he first went to Wanmintang for dinner, he knew that the relationship between Traveler and the members of the Avengers was very close, even Xiangling Barbara was the same.

Mona and Tony Stark are so close, they are definitely not simply related, and more likely, they are not even related.

Peter, who consciously found a loophole, spoke stiffly: "So, the homework tutoring and the campus romance rumors are all fake."

"Who else knows your identity, does anyone know?"

Tony is not talking nonsense, he is going to have a good talk with this 'Spider-Man' frankly.

Hearing the man's question, Peter raised his head and shook his head: "No one should know except you two."

"Really?"

The man looked at him with serious eyes that revealed seriousness. Peter was uncomfortable from head to toe. The strange and restrained feeling oppressed him. The sharp eyes kept turning around his face, making him feel uncomfortable. He was more nervous than when he entered the door just now.

Peter kept breathing, and the expression on his face didn't change any more. The sweat beads in the hair on the back of his head quietly hid in his collar.

"Even your wonderfully charming aunt?"

he heard the man ask.

"NO, nonono."

After hearing the man's suspect, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and brought it up in the next second.

"I don't know, she'd go crazy if she knew."

"If she gets mad, I'm screwed."

"Crazy, are you in menopause?" Mona patted Peter on the shoulder sympathetically and gave her tablemate a deep look of "I understand you": "Just like my old woman, it was fine one second, and a little bit later. Just explode."

"Isn't it just that the weather divination is not accurate? When will that thing be accurate? It's not bad if it's a minute or two late."

Mona was 'comforting' the boy in her own way, and she suddenly felt that she and Peter had a lot in common.

Peter actually didn't quite understand the logic in Mona's words, but he nodded in cooperation.

Tony let Peter go. Although he was not satisfied with the boy's performance just now, it is obvious that there are exceptions to Spider-Man's true identity except for those present.

"You know what I think is amazing? This net." Tony threw a small transparent tube at Peter.

The boy reached out to take it without looking up.

With such responsiveness, it's no wonder that he can catch an out-of-control bus at a critical moment.

"The tensile strength of this net is beyond the charts. Who made it?"

Peter touched the tube, and he replied with a little pride:

"I."

"So your spider silk is artificially produced. I thought it was self-produced."

Peter looked at Mona amusedly: "I'm not a real spider. Besides, even if the spider silk can produce itself, where does it come from? Mouth? Navel?"

Mona frowned: "How can you think of the belly button if you are Spider-Man but not a spider spirit? The most basic thing must be the wrist."

Peter: "This is a spider silk launcher, which is usually fixed on the wrist, not really spinning out silk from the wrist."

"That's not sure, maybe someone can do this."

Mona smiled lightly.

"Okay, okay, you always interrupt my train of thought."

Tony interrupted the conversation between the two, and almost let the two little guys abduct the question again.

After getting a general understanding of the situation, he didn't intend to waste any more time.

"Now, listen to Mr. Peter."

The room fell silent.

Tony stretched out his finger: "The first point, your equipment has to be upgraded, systematically upgraded from head to toe, and completely refurbished. That's why I'm here."

Hearing that Tony would help him upgrade his battle suit, Peter's eyes lit up.

Compared with Iron Man or other superheroes, this suit is indeed very bumpy.

"Second point."

Tony pressed down on the excited boy who was about to jump up and said, "You have to answer me a question first."

He watched Peter closely, observing the subtle emotional changes on the boy's face: "What drives you to do this, to get up early in the morning and run around the street, not to go home after school, to catch thieves, to catch car thieves, to Knowing that you don’t do these things, the police will do them, why?”

"Because! Because I'm different!"

Peter didn't need to think about words, his inner thoughts blurted out: "If you have this ability, but do nothing, bad things will happen afterwards..."

"It's your responsibility."

Tony saw the same obsession and stubbornness in Peter's clear eyes, the same one he saw among the Avengers, the Traveler and the other kids, the same thing he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror.

"This is, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

Peter and Tony looked at Mona who spoke at the same time.

The girl smiled slightly: "Well, this word is classic enough."

"It's so meaningful." "Summary is in place."

"OK."

Tony told Mona to get up, and he nodded to Peter: "You, starting tomorrow, don't leave after school."

Peter frowned, what does this mean?

Tony looked over helplessly and amusedly: "What kind of expression do you have? I won't ask minors to have a fight. Someone will pick you up to be with Mona."

Peter didn't understand, so he asked, "Where are you going?"

Tony opened the door and Mona walked out first.

The man turned his head and winked at the boy: "Pick you up to Stark Tower to participate in the first Boy Scout Summer Camp jointly organized by Mi Huyou and the Avengers."

Snapped.

The door closed, leaving Peter Parker bewildered.

"Summer camp? But it's autumn now?

Mona and Tony bid farewell to May and set off home.

"Mi Huyou? Why did the traveler choose this name? Does Mi Huyou also belong to the Tivat continent?"

Tony asked Mona.

The girl heard that her eyes were narrowed like two small crescent moons: "Well...you have to ask the traveler."

"Ah, he is really good...the reality of the world...I still have to work hard to improve."

Mona blushed in annoyance: "Hey...Really, always being caught up by apprentices, it's really embarrassing to say it."

"If the old woman finds out, she will definitely laugh at me...."

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"Big brother! Two big brothers! I surrender, I'm just a poor student, I only have 100 dollars in my pocket and I have no more money, I give it all to you, let me go!!"

Ned clutched his head and was terrified. One second ago, he was playing Lego at Peter's house. Unexpectedly, a circle suddenly appeared in the next second, and the two weirdos carried him away.

In the blink of an eye he was in a very strange place.

What did he see, a flying cloak? !

What's all around here!There are swords, axes and knives, and there are still prison clothes made of steel hanging on the wall.

It doesn't look right here!

Woo hoo, help! !

Strange and Wang Momo looked at the little chubby pier who was squatting on the ground and weeping bitterly for a while, speechless.

"I just said hello in advance, don't pull people with a disagreement, look..."

Wang played hindsight.

The veins in Strange's temples twitched and tangoed when Ned cried: "Traveler calls a gifted genius of magic...."

"That's it???"