Chapter 11: Peter's New Suit

"Hello, are you Happy?" Peter walked downstairs and saw a luxury car parked at the entrance. Through the window, he could see a fat man sitting in the driver's seat, but no sign of Iron Man.

The fat man gave him a glance and nodded.

The car door clicked open.

"Come on in, Mr. Parker."

"Oh, okay. I don't know where we're going?" Peter sat in the backseat and asked.

There were many things he didn't get to ask in the morning, as Iron Man was in a hurry and didn't tell him much.

"Didn't Tony tell you? You're going to the Germany," Happy said without turning his head.

Despite his appearance, he had a brisk and efficient manner. As he spoke, he had already started the car and merged into the traffic flow.

"Huh? Why the Germany? Isn't it within the United States?" Peter was taken aback.

"Of course not, it's the Germany. You didn't even know?" Happy said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Damn, I didn't know we were going to the Germany... but I don't even have a passport!" Peter was at a loss for words.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. It's been taken care of," Happy reached out a hand, pulled out a bag from beside the driver's seat, and casually tossed it to Peter.

Peter looked inside the bag and found it really contained his passport.

But he had never given Iron Man any photos or anything...

Well, he shouldn't ask such silly questions.

After all, this was Iron Man. It was no surprise he could get things done so efficiently.

This gave Peter a sense of being swept up in something.

It felt strange.

Not quite right.

Because he didn't like this feeling.

Especially being swept up by a capitalist.

Okay, maybe he was being a bit too sensitive.

After all, the other party was actually helping him avoid a lot of trouble.

The car soon stopped at the airport, and Peter saw a private jet.

He had seen this jet on social media before. Reportedly costing several hundred million dollars, it was Tony Stark's private plane.

This was normal.

Although he had many Iron Man suits, no one would want to fly around in a suit all the time.

Most of the time, Iron Man would appear in regular attire, like the way Peter saw him in the morning.

After the car stopped, Peter saw Happy take out a silver suitcase from the trunk, without even acknowledging him, and walk towards the private jet on his own.

Although Happy didn't say anything, he did have a slight bias against Peter.

After all, Peter's appearance was just a teenage brat, and his age matched that too.

While there was a hint of judging by appearances, Happy did feel that Peter couldn't be of much help to Tony.

Peter didn't mind. He just slung his backpack over his shoulder and quickly followed Happy's footsteps.

Once on the plane, the luxurious interior décor opened Peter's eyes.

This plane didn't even have a pilot; it was capable of fully autonomous flight.

Well, Iron Man Tony Stark was most famous for his suits, but after that, it was his artificial intelligence.

Making a plane fly without a pilot was a piece of cake for him.

The only downside was the lack of beautiful flight attendants.

Weren't private jets supposed to have pretty flight attendants? How come this one didn't?

Peter was greatly disappointed.

Being a young boy at heart, Peter acted like a curious baby after boarding the plane, touching and looking at everything.

Happy, on the other hand, found a seat for himself after putting down the suitcase.

Seeing this, Peter copied him and sat down in front of him.

Just as Happy had closed his eyes, he opened them again: "You want to sit here?"

"Uh, can't I?" Peter asked, puzzled.

"Is this your first time on a private jet?"

"It's my first time on any plane!"

Happy: ...Even if it's your first time on a plane, can't you see all these seats? Do you have to sit right infront of me?

Happy was so annoyed by Peter's constant chatter that he quickly got up and escaped to a seat further back.

"If you're really that bored, you can check out that suitcase."

"Suitcase?"

Peter found the silver suitcase Happy had placed on the overhead luggage rack.

"Can I open it?"

"Mmhmm, that's your stuff. Do whatever you want with it, but I suggest you take a good look after the plane levels off. We have a six-hour journey, so you have plenty of time," Happy replied.

"Oh, okay," Peter secured the latch on the luggage rack and obediently sat down.

Boom!

The plane took off with a thunderous roar.

It was his first time on a plane, and with his senses being dozens of times sharper than normal humans, Peter's face turned pale with fright.

This feeling reminded him of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and an angry Aunt May (scratch that last one).

In any case, it was terrifying.

It wasn't until a while later, when the plane entered the jet stream and stopped shaking constantly, that Peter's senses gradually recovered.

"Phew, flying is so scary~"

Peter was still shaken, this feeling reminding him of when he had first gained his abilities.

One morning, he woke up, and his senses had suddenly become very strange. Lying in his room, he could hear the footsteps of someone jogging outside on the street, the buzzing of a mosquito's wings on the roof, and the sound of water flowing through the pipes.

His sensory world had instantly become infinitely complex and colorful.

The information received in that instant had almost driven him to the brink of collapse!

He had hurriedly hidden under the covers, closed his eyes, and it took a long time before he recovered.

That's also why he was late for school that day.

Phew—

Peter exhaled and stood up, taking the box from the luggage rack.

With a light press, the box opened.

Immediately, a stylish red and blue suit appeared before Peter's eyes.

This red and blue Spider-Suit was made of some unknown nanomaterial composite as the main ingredient, with a delicate texture, exquisite materials, and an extremely cool design.

Not to mention Peter's own baby onesie, even the Shadow Spider-Man's suit that he had thought was decent paled in comparison to this suit.

"This... this is really for me?" Peter could hardly believe it.

"Yes, it's for you. The bathroom is in the back. If you want to try it on, go ahead," Happy said impatiently. "Now, could you keep it down? Don't disturb my sleep. I haven't closed my eyes for almost 16 hours."

"Oh, okay, Mr. Happy."

Peter took the red and blue Spider-Suit out of the suitcase, tiptoed past Happy, and went to the bathroom in the back.

The suit was easier to wear than he had imagined.

All he had to do was put it on, then press the spider emblem on the chest, and it would instantly shrink and adhere to his body.

Peter tried making some movements on the spot and felt incredibly smooth.

He found that not only did this suit not restrict his movements, but it also seemed to provide positive enhancements to his actions.

This was truly amazing!

For the next few hours as the plane flew to Berlin, Peter remained in this suit, jumping and bouncing around the cabin.

Fortunately, he remembered Happy's reminder and managed to keep his movements relatively quiet despite their intensity, never waking Happy up!

And so, the plane finally arrived in Berlin.

(End of chapter)