"Cough cough, that was way too cold just now. I need to get up and stretch my muscles!"
Tony sat on the ground, awkwardly smiling.
"If you manage to climb out tonight, I'll let you go."
Peter didn't look down on Tony, but without help from others, he might never get out of this predicament.
"Put this on."
Peter tossed the down jacket to Tony, while a beam of heat shot from his eyes, instantly igniting the firewood on the ground.
As the fire burned, the surrounding temperature gradually rose.
"Name…"
Tony didn't hesitate; he slipped into the down jacket and plopped down by the fire, letting the warmth drive away the lingering chill.
"Oh, by the way, what kind of battle suit did you want me to make for you?"
As the temperature increased, Tony finally began thinking about what Peter needed him to do.
After all, completing this task was the only way he could truly save his life.
"You've heard of nanometal, right…?"
"What? A full-body nanometal suit that assembles in seconds? Are you serious?"
Hearing Peter's request, Tony jumped to his feet in shock.
"You want me to make a nanotech suit out of thin air, in this crude environment, with no materials or lab facilities?"
"I might as well just kill me; it's impossible."
To Tony, the request was like asking a caveman with bare hands to manually assemble an AK-47—practically impossible.
"Forget the lab and equipment; who said you're alone here?"
With that, Peter instantly vanished.
Moments later, he returned, placing someone on the ground before taking off and disappearing again.
"Uh, hi, I'm Tony Stark."
Seeing the suddenly appearing person, Tony froze for a moment before greeting him slowly.
"Uh… uh!"
But then he heard violent vomiting.
"Cough, you'll get used to it."
As someone experienced, Tony comforted the unlucky soul about to throw up everything in their stomach. He almost couldn't help thinking: Yes… that feeling.
"Cough, hello, Mr. Tony Stark. I've heard of you before."
"I even approached your company for funding for an experimental project, but it was rejected, as it didn't align with your company's direction. Unfortunately, I never even got to meet you."
He finally suppressed the urge to vomit, slowly straightened, and extended his hand to Tony.
"Nonetheless, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Reed Richards."
Before they could even shake hands, another figure appeared beside them, drawing their attention.
Vomiting…
"Ha ha…" ×2
Seeing the familiar vomiting sound of an elderly white-haired man landing on the ground, the initially surprised pair immediately burst into laughter.
…
In less than half an hour, Peter had gone back and forth several times using his Superman-like powers.
He'd brought in some of the most renowned Marvel scientists he knew, covering almost every popular field of science.
For Peter, recalling most of these scientists was relatively easy.
He left almost no trace.
However, he had to exert a bit of effort to bring the last scientist—but only a little.
Africa, Wakanda.
On the surface, it appeared to be an extremely backward, primitive tribal nation, surviving on farming and herding.
Yet beneath this facade lay a futuristic, technologically advanced city.
Moreover, beneath this land lay the Marvel Universe's most abundant and precious mineral—Vibranium.
However, Peter wasn't here for Vibranium today.
Instead, he was here for a Wakandan scientist whose intellect rivaled Tony's.
Inside the Wakandan palace, King T'Chaka was discussing the nation's future with his advisors.
"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Someone has breached Wakanda…"
The normally quiet, solemn palace was suddenly pierced by a shout.
"What… happened?"
Boom!
King T'Chaka was still in shock.
Outside came a deafening roar.
"Damn it, the southwest aerial shield module has failed."
In an instant, the shield meant to stop missile attacks collapsed.
"What's going on?"
Shock painted T'Chaka's face.
"The report to the king… it seems it's… Superman. He's heading toward the princess's palace."
"Damn it! Send someone to protect the princess!"
T'Chaka didn't have time to wonder why Superman had invaded Wakanda; he was too worried about his daughter.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, but the princess has been kidnapped."
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Chapter Twenty: You've All Been Kidnapped! (Please continue reading and add to your favorites!)
"Why? Why would Superman kidnap my daughter?"
Upon learning his daughter had been abducted, T'Chaka was extremely anxious, eager to mobilize all of Wakanda's armed forces.
They intended to confront Superman and bring her back.
Yet, as the ruler of Wakanda, he knew he couldn't act impulsively.
If Wakanda assembled its army now, it would inevitably provoke a mysterious and powerful Superman.
The consequences of such an action were unacceptable—for both Wakanda and its people.
After all, they prided themselves on advanced technology and formidable strength, claiming their shields were impervious to any nation. Yet, in someone else's hands, even a few seconds was impossible.
"Father, what happened? Why were we attacked?"
As T'Chaka absorbed the fact of his daughter's abduction and considered solutions, his son T'Challa also learned of Wakanda's invasion and rushed to the palace.
"Prince T'Challa, don't worry. The King is devising a plan—Princess Shuri will be rescued!"
What? My sister was kidnapped?!
T'Challa had only known about the invasion, not that his sister had been abducted.
"Father, who kidnapped my sister?"
Though Shuri was T'Challa's half-sister, they were very close.
Upon hearing this, T'Challa became extremely agitated.
"I'll gather my personal guards and go save her myself."
Next, he turned to leave.
"You fool, sit down!"
Just as T'Challa was about to leave the palace, the usually silent King T'Chaka finally spoke.
"But… Father?"
At that time, T'Challa had not yet become the King of Wakanda years later; he was still young and hot-headed.
"This matter requires careful thought."
The elder king stepped down from the throne, approached T'Challa, and patted his shoulder.
Then he led the way out of the palace.
"We never provoked this Superman, yet he has suddenly intruded into Wakanda and kidnapped your sister. There must be reasons we don't yet understand."
Stepping outside and looking at the torn, slowly self-repairing shield above, the elder king's expression grew even more serious.
"Moreover, I am certain he will return to make his demands."
The wise elder king had already guessed why Superman had abducted his daughter.
"You mean, Father?"
Following the king, T'Challa immediately understood.
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