It had to be said—
Little Spider was incredibly loyal.
He actually helped Luke sneak his Uncle Ben's RV out.
On the roads of New York—
A white RV wobbled forward unsteadily.
Luke sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel.
In his previous life, he had a driver's license—
But now?
This was absolutely illegal driving.
As he steered, he kept giving instructions:
"Press the clutch—no, not that one, that's the gas—wait, damn it—!"
Because of his height—
Luke's seven-year-old body couldn't even reach the pedals.
His legs dangled in the air.
Meanwhile—
Peter Parker was crouched beneath the seat, operating the pedals under Luke's instructions.
"This one? The left one?"
"Yeah, that's it. Press it."
"Run them over! Run them over!!"
Lotus shouted excitedly.
"Who said that?"
Peter froze.
"…Nothing. Just hit the brakes."
"Got it!"
SCREEECH—!
The RV came to a sudden stop by the roadside.
Luke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Somehow—
They had made it.
No accidents.
No police.
It was as if the NYPD had taken the day off.
Two seven-year-old kids—
Had successfully driven an RV into downtown Manhattan.
"…We're here. Let's get out."
Luke climbed out of the driver's seat and pressed a button.
The RV's side panel unfolded outward—
Like a food truck.
"Alright, man!"
Peter looked thrilled.
This was his first time doing something like this—
And the entire ride had been wildly exciting.
But more importantly—
What they were about to do next—
Sell burgers.
"This is insane!"
Peter rubbed his hands together in excitement.
"Relax."
Luke smiled calmly.
Though internally—
He was just as excited.
He carried out a plastic display rack and set it near the RV entrance.
Then handed Peter a poster.
"Put this up."
The poster showed a large, juicy burger.
Below it, in bold English:
Bonina's Delicious Burger — Starting at $7
Inside the RV—
A compact burger station had been set up.
Small—
But fully equipped.
Paper wrappers.
Disposable gloves.
A large cheese dispenser.
A basket of lettuce.
Pre-sliced tomatoes.
And most importantly—
Freshly prepared meat patties.
All of this—
Had been purchased using money from selling his belongings.
The patties were the soul of the burger.
Luke had spent an entire weekend experimenting—
Failing multiple times—
Before finally perfecting the recipe.
When he and Peter tasted the result—
They both agreed:
It was the best burger they had ever eaten.
Better than KFC.
Better than McDonald's.
Bonina's Delicious Burger—
Officially open for business.
It didn't take long for passersby to notice.
Luke gave Peter an important task—
Draw attention.
Fortunately—
Peter was perfect for it.
Standing on the RV—
He started shouting enthusiastically:
"Burgers! Delicious burgers!"
"Bonina's burgers! Only $7!"
"You won't regret it—you won't be fooled—come try it!"
The street was busy.
This was a bustling commercial district.
Surrounded by office buildings.
And Luke had chosen his timing perfectly—
Lunchtime.
White-collar workers poured out of buildings, looking for food.
And Luke had chosen this location—
For a very specific reason.
Who was the most famous burger lover in the Marvel world?
Right across the street—
Stood the towering headquarters of Stark Industries.
People going in and out of the building quickly noticed the RV.
A food truck?
Run by…
Two kids?
At first, it drew curiosity.
Some approached, smiling, asking where their parents were.
Then—
Someone bought a burger.
Took a bite—
And froze.
"Oh my God…"
"This is the best burger I've ever had!"
"Really? Let me try one."
"Of course, sir," Luke said, grinning.
"Classic or with extras?"
"Add tomato. Add lettuce. Everything."
"Coming right up."
Luke moved smoothly—
Assembling the burger with practiced precision.
Bun.
Lettuce.
Tomato.
Patty.
Cheese.
Top bun.
Packaged neatly.
Handed over.
Beside him—
Peter handled the money, beaming.
Soon—
A crowd formed.
Two seven-year-olds selling burgers—
Had become a spectacle.
Sales skyrocketed.
Every customer who tasted one—
Declared it the best burger of their life.
And then—
Bought more.
A black stretch limousine pulled up in front of Stark Industries.
A heavyset man stepped out—
Opening the door.
From inside—
A man in his thirties emerged.
Wearing a suit.
Tinted glasses.
His gaze drifted toward the RV.
"What's going on over there?"
"Bonina's Delicious Burger?"
Interested—
He walked over, his bodyguard following.
"Hey, kid. Who's in charge here?"
He looked around.
No adults.
"Me."
Luke pointed to himself—
Then to Peter.
"And him."
The man's eyes widened behind his glasses.
"You two? This is your food truck?"
"Yes, Mr. Stark."
Luke smiled.
Of course—
He recognized him instantly.
Tony Stark.
Billionaire.
Genius.
Iron Man.
And—
A true burger enthusiast.
Beside him—
Peter had gone pale.
Too shocked to speak.
"Give me one."
Tony pointed casually.
"…Actually, make it two."
"Right away, sir."
Luke turned—
A faint smile forming.
"Poison him! I don't like this guy!"
Lotus whispered from the backpack.
"Shut up."
Luke kicked the bag lightly.
Inside Stark Tower—
Tony unwrapped the burger.
Took a bite.
Paused.
"…Hmm."
He nodded.
"This is actually really good."
He turned to his bodyguard.
"Happy, from now on—this is where I get lunch."
"You're serious?"
Happy asked.
"Completely."
Tony said casually.
"You want one?"
He handed one over—
Then suddenly pulled it back.
"Actually—changed my mind."
"Go buy your own."
Happy sighed.
Speechless.
His boss had many flaws—
Arrogant.
Playful.
Childish at times.
But undeniably—
A genius.
And Happy valued his job too much—
To argue.
That evening—
Back home—
Luke counted the money.
And couldn't stop smiling.
All ingredients—
Sold out.
Total burgers sold:
80.
Total earnings:
Over $600.
Not only had he recovered his investment—
He had made a profit.
Luke kissed the stack of cash.
"Finally!"
"My beautiful Magic Boxes—wait for me!"
Lotus grumbled:
"With such small ambition…"
"We should've blown up that building today."