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Chapter 590: Dynamics of All Parties
The sun was shining brightly, a rare good weather day, but today, unusually, it was hard to feel in a good mood.
Whether it was the government officials, or the police and agents staking out the scene, or even the mutants who were about to undergo registration, their moods were definitely not particularly good.
At least Peter Parker thought so. This was because his own mood was very bad right now. He had a feeling that once he stepped out of his home door, his peaceful daily life would very likely go in the opposite direction.
Anxious Peter had already emptied the coffee in his cup, but the little princess he was waiting for still hadn't come out.
"It's been half an hour, Cindy!" Peter called out loudly. "We're not going to a dance, no need to dress up so beautifully, Cinderella!"
"Don't call me that, Mr. Parker," Cindy's dissatisfied sound came from the direction of the bedroom. After a while, Cindy, wearing a white mesh patterned top and jeans on her lower body, reluctantly walked out.
"You'll never get a girlfriend acting like this!"
Peter still wanted to say a few words to Cindy, but unexpectedly, she preemptively attacked. Hearing his younger sister lecture him about relationships, even Peter couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and amused.
"You know, Cindy, we have serious business to do today." Peter tried hard to put on the majesty of a brother, but unfortunately, that thing had ceased to exist when Cindy was six years old.
"I know, I know," Cindy said, eating toast in small bites. "Superhuman registration, what's the hurry? It'll definitely last more than a day. You know, America's superhumans are as common as rabbits in a field."
"Since you know that, then you should eat faster, Miss Rabbit." Peter shook his head helplessly. Whenever he wanted to try and teach Cindy a lesson, his younger sister had countless words to retort.
The key was that she could always grasp the loopholes in his words, a point that everyone in the Parker and Osborn households admired.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Cindy used juice to wash down the bread. "Let me say this first, I'm not taking your car. Your driving skill is even worse than Aunt May's."
"In all of the Parker and Osborn households combined, no one has better driving skill than Aunt May," Peter said unhappily.
"The company in New York is gone. Mom and Dad and Mr. Osborn still have a lot of company business to deal with and no time to take you. We'll walk. The High School Squad's Tower is located in Washington D.C. downtown, not far from our home. It's only a ten-minute walk."
This was what Peter had thought of last night. He guessed that there would be a lot of people for registration. If they drove, they'd probably get stuck in the apartment's underground garage. It would be better to walk and relax.
Cindy had no opinion on this. Letting her take Peter's car was not as good as walking. After asking all the things she wanted to ask, she honestly sat in her seat and tackled her breakfast, which was obviously more than Peter's.
Seeing Cindy eating so easily, Peter couldn't help but ask, "Looks like you're not sticking bread to your hand and can't get it off anymore."
"I only did that for the first two days after getting my ability, okay?" Cindy frowned slightly, clearly very dissatisfied with Peter's words.
"Yeah, after solving the problem of not being able to put things down, you broke the door handle of the room again, ripped off Uncle Norman's car door, and elbowed Harry's rib and broke it."
Peter laughed as he spoke. Looking at Cindy, whose head was getting lower and lower as he spoke, he couldn't help but tease.
"That technique is more professional than that black player Harry and I encountered when playing basketball at university."
"Who told him to say I'd definitely get fat if I ate too much?" Cindy first muttered in a low voice, and then asked in a normal voice.
"So, how is Brother Harry now?"
"He's doing great, still clamoring from his hospital bed to have you join the basketball team he's forming, so you can elbow the opposing ace off the court."
Peter still wanted to tease Cindy a few more words. After all, he rarely had the opportunity to take the upper hand when the siblings were together. This rare opportunity, he naturally wouldn't give up, but unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished...
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
The doorbell rang. Who would be visiting the Parkers so early in the morning? The siblings both looked at each other with suspicious gaze, the meaning was self-evident.
"Is it for you?" ×2
"Of course not." ×2
Useless telepathy. Peter sighed and got up to walk to the doorway. First, he observed through the peephole and saw an unexpected figure.
"Click!"
"Mr. Howard?"
Peter opened the door. At the doorway was Howard Stark, wearing a well-tailored suit. However, the suit he was wearing at this time was no longer as serious as before, but rather a fashionable suit printed with flowers.
Not only that, he was also wearing sunglasses. This fashionable and gorgeously dressed Howard, whom Peter regarded as an idol, was something he had never seen before.
"Hello, Peter!" Howard took off his glasses, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hands in an exaggerated gesture. "Long time no see."
"It has been a few days," Peter said, already bewildered. "How could you be here? And dressed like this?"
"I heard Osborn say that your little princess needed a driver, and I happened to be nearby, so I came over. What's wrong? Not going to welcome me?"
Howard hugged Peter as he spoke, causing the latter's brain to shut down. He could only reply stiffly.
"Welcome, of course, but how could I be so embarrassed to trouble you..."
Just kidding, Parker Group and Osborn Group combined are not as good as Stark Industries. How could the boss of Stark Industries personally run over to be Cindy's driver?
"Of course, it's to repay you for what you did at the Midtown High School Ball," Howard said, patting Peter's shoulder. "Alright, let's not waste time. Let's get in the car quickly."
...
When Peter regained his senses, he was already sitting in the passenger seat of Howard's Rolls-Royce. Cindy was sitting in the back seat, enjoying a box of donuts Howard had prepared for her.
Because the front and rear seats were completely separated, Peter could only see Cindy through the small window in the partition using the rearview mirror in the car.
Although it wasn't that he couldn't afford to compensate, Peter was still afraid that Cindy would spill the frosting or jam of the donut on the car seat. He was afraid that would leave a bad impression on Mr. Stark.
"Peter."
Peter, who was concentrating on watching Cindy, was stunned when he heard the sound coming from beside him. He shifted his line of sight to Howard, who was driving. The other party's tone changed back to that leader's feeling again.
"Don't take Cindy to Hyperion for registration," Howard said while driving. Peter then realized that the direction Howard was driving was completely opposite to the direction of the High School Squad.
"That guy is already crazy now. Hide Cindy well, or you'll just be waiting for family ruined and people dead."
(End of Chapter)
The sun was shining brightly, a rare good weather day, but today, unusually, it was hard to feel in a good mood.
Whether it was the government officials, or the police and agents staking out the scene, or even the mutants who were about to undergo registration, their moods were definitely not particularly good.
At least Peter Parker thought so. This was because his own mood was very bad right now. He had a feeling that once he stepped out of his home door, his peaceful daily life would very likely go in the opposite direction.
Anxious Peter had already emptied the coffee in his cup, but the little princess he was waiting for still hadn't come out.
"It's been half an hour, Cindy!" Peter called out loudly. "We're not going to a dance, no need to dress up so beautifully, Cinderella!"
"Don't call me that, Mr. Parker," Cindy's dissatisfied sound came from the direction of the bedroom. After a while, Cindy, wearing a white mesh patterned top and jeans on her lower body, reluctantly walked out.
"You'll never get a girlfriend acting like this!"
Peter still wanted to say a few words to Cindy, but unexpectedly, she preemptively attacked. Hearing his younger sister lecture him about relationships, even Peter couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and amused.
"You know, Cindy, we have serious business to do today." Peter tried hard to put on the majesty of a brother, but unfortunately, that thing had ceased to exist when Cindy was six years old.
"I know, I know," Cindy said, eating toast in small bites. "Superhuman registration, what's the hurry? It'll definitely last more than a day. You know, America's superhumans are as common as rabbits in a field."
"Since you know that, then you should eat faster, Miss Rabbit." Peter shook his head helplessly. Whenever he wanted to try and teach Cindy a lesson, his younger sister had countless words to retort.
The key was that she could always grasp the loopholes in his words, a point that everyone in the Parker and Osborn households admired.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Cindy used juice to wash down the bread. "Let me say this first, I'm not taking your car. Your driving skill is even worse than Aunt May's."
"In all of the Parker and Osborn households combined, no one has better driving skill than Aunt May," Peter said unhappily.
"The company in New York is gone. Mom and Dad and Mr. Osborn still have a lot of company business to deal with and no time to take you. We'll walk. The High School Squad's Tower is located in Washington D.C. downtown, not far from our home. It's only a ten-minute walk."
This was what Peter had thought of last night. He guessed that there would be a lot of people for registration. If they drove, they'd probably get stuck in the apartment's underground garage. It would be better to walk and relax.
Cindy had no opinion on this. Letting her take Peter's car was not as good as walking. After asking all the things she wanted to ask, she honestly sat in her seat and tackled her breakfast, which was obviously more than Peter's.
Seeing Cindy eating so easily, Peter couldn't help but ask, "Looks like you're not sticking bread to your hand and can't get it off anymore."
"I only did that for the first two days after getting my ability, okay?" Cindy frowned slightly, clearly very dissatisfied with Peter's words.
"Yeah, after solving the problem of not being able to put things down, you broke the door handle of the room again, ripped off Uncle Norman's car door, and elbowed Harry's rib and broke it."
Peter laughed as he spoke. Looking at Cindy, whose head was getting lower and lower as he spoke, he couldn't help but tease.
"That technique is more professional than that black player Harry and I encountered when playing basketball at university."
"Who told him to say I'd definitely get fat if I ate too much?" Cindy first muttered in a low voice, and then asked in a normal voice.
"So, how is Brother Harry now?"
"He's doing great, still clamoring from his hospital bed to have you join the basketball team he's forming, so you can elbow the opposing ace off the court."
Peter still wanted to tease Cindy a few more words. After all, he rarely had the opportunity to take the upper hand when the siblings were together. This rare opportunity, he naturally wouldn't give up, but unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished...
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
The doorbell rang. Who would be visiting the Parkers so early in the morning? The siblings both looked at each other with suspicious gaze, the meaning was self-evident.
"Is it for you?" ×2
"Of course not." ×2
Useless telepathy. Peter sighed and got up to walk to the doorway. First, he observed through the peephole and saw an unexpected figure.
"Click!"
"Mr. Howard?"
Peter opened the door. At the doorway was Howard Stark, wearing a well-tailored suit. However, the suit he was wearing at this time was no longer as serious as before, but rather a fashionable suit printed with flowers.
Not only that, he was also wearing sunglasses. This fashionable and gorgeously dressed Howard, whom Peter regarded as an idol, was something he had never seen before.
"Hello, Peter!" Howard took off his glasses, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hands in an exaggerated gesture. "Long time no see."
"It has been a few days," Peter said, already bewildered. "How could you be here? And dressed like this?"
"I heard Osborn say that your little princess needed a driver, and I happened to be nearby, so I came over. What's wrong? Not going to welcome me?"
Howard hugged Peter as he spoke, causing the latter's brain to shut down. He could only reply stiffly.
"Welcome, of course, but how could I be so embarrassed to trouble you..."
Just kidding, Parker Group and Osborn Group combined are not as good as Stark Industries. How could the boss of Stark Industries personally run over to be Cindy's driver?
"Of course, it's to repay you for what you did at the Midtown High School Ball," Howard said, patting Peter's shoulder. "Alright, let's not waste time. Let's get in the car quickly."
...
When Peter regained his senses, he was already sitting in the passenger seat of Howard's Rolls-Royce. Cindy was sitting in the back seat, enjoying a box of donuts Howard had prepared for her.
Because the front and rear seats were completely separated, Peter could only see Cindy through the small window in the partition using the rearview mirror in the car.
Although it wasn't that he couldn't afford to compensate, Peter was still afraid that Cindy would spill the frosting or jam of the donut on the car seat. He was afraid that would leave a bad impression on Mr. Stark.
"Peter."
Peter, who was concentrating on watching Cindy, was stunned when he heard the sound coming from beside him. He shifted his line of sight to Howard, who was driving. The other party's tone changed back to that leader's feeling again.
"Don't take Cindy to Hyperion for registration," Howard said while driving. Peter then realized that the direction Howard was driving was completely opposite to the direction of the High School Squad.
"That guy is already crazy now. Hide Cindy well, or you'll just be waiting for family ruined and people dead."
(End of Chapter)
