What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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She was being carried by Ian like a bag of cement.

Head down.

Once you open your eyes, all you can see is Ian's well-developed, perky buttocks.

"My dad's a cop! He's a crack shot! Put me down right now!" Gwen shouted through gritted teeth, her voice broken by the oncoming gale.

"I'm on important business, but you guys begged me to help you." Ian thoughtfully veered off course mid-air, so the bird droppings that should have been swallowed by Gwen only landed on her cheek. He didn't need Gwen to thank him, since he was somewhat in the wrong this time.

If Ian hadn't been so close to returning, he wouldn't have taken such a direct approach.

“My dad will really put you in jail!” Gwen continued to pressure Ian relentlessly as she took the tissue he offered to wipe her face.

"Stop joking around. Comparing dads to parents is pointless. I'm a few hours older now and past the age of doing that. I won't brag to you about how great my dad is as a superhero anymore."

Ian solemnly pinched Gwen's nape with his other hand.

Gwen immediately shrank her neck.

"No, wait, why does this scene feel so familiar?" Gwen was bewildered, reacting instinctively, and couldn't understand this inexplicable feeling.

I heard what she said.

Ian's golden pupils flickered slightly.

“That’s because even though the bond between us has been broken, I’m still guiding you.” Ian was indeed intentionally testing how to trigger Gwen’s soul memories.

"You see, I guarantee Spider-Man couldn't do that."

He suddenly bent his knees and exerted force.

He jumped up a lot from a height of more than ten stories again, grabbed the bird that had just spat out feces, and then shoved it onto Gwen's shoulder as he fell.

"Isn't that thoughtful enough? You regret not choosing me as the new Spider-Man, don't you?" Ian landed on top of a tower again, peering around to find Stark Tower.

"..."

Gwen didn't appreciate Ian's supposedly caring nature; she simply let go of the culprit who had attacked her, yelling, "You little lunatic! Didn't you just say that I begged you to be the new Spider-Man?"

Her question came out with suspicion and confusion. For some reason, aside from the anxiety of being "kidnapped," Gwen seemed unafraid of the high-altitude environment.

They were incredibly calm.

"Tsk tsk." Ian rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

"A normal person would continue to question me about why I committed the kidnapping, but you are concerned about who begged whom to become Spider-Man. With your mental state, it's no wonder you can sit at the same table as Tony."

His words left Gwen speechless.

Although slightly confused, the red temperature is still normal.

"I've questioned you dozens of times!" she emphasized loudly, but Ian ignored her, simply scanning the distant buildings with his superhuman vision.

in the city.

There are several tall buildings.

But none of them have anything to do with Stark Tower.

"Strange!"

Ian remembered that Stark Tower should have been very conspicuous.

Where is Stark Tower?

He asked the local man, Gwen, for information.

"What makes you think I'd help you even if you kidnapped me?" Gwen clung tightly to Ian's neck, her eyes closed, a cold smile on her face.

Ian nodded, agreeing with Gwen's words, but that didn't mean he had no solution. "Putting aside our bond, you don't want me to keep asking for directions because I'm lost, do you?"

“Maybe eventually we’ll run through every corner of the city.” He knew Gwen was an excellent student and knew how to mentally calculate the probability of running into acquaintances.

"Where did you learn to be so despicable?"

Gwen was indeed greatly shocked; the threat was clearly very effective.

"My Uncle Batman".

Ian lowered his voice.

"He's definitely not a good person!"

Gwen didn't know who Ian was referring to, but that didn't affect her confident tone, "Damn it, playing mind games with me... Stark Industries is over there!"

Gwen finally gave in.

He showed Ian the way.

She didn't know why she felt this increasingly stifling and familiar feeling inside, but she knew she shouldn't have gone out today, otherwise she wouldn't have run into this damn nemesis again!

Ok?

Why did I use the word "again"?

Gwen was completely bewildered.

And at this time.

Having obtained the specific direction, Ian immediately leaped up, the airflow blowing Gwen's bunny ear beanie off, but fortunately she was quick enough to raise her hand and grab it back.

“Of course I know a little about psychology, after all, I’m quite experienced.” Ian’s mouth was full of hair, so his reply was a little late. He was a bit frustrated as he frantically spat out Gwen’s hair.

"You definitely didn't wash your hair today!"

His voice was deafening.

Gwen's silence was also powerful.

He stopped shouting about being kidnapped and simply fell into an awkward silence. And so, Ian got a moment of peace, then continued to leap and dart between the buildings.

A few minutes later.

The two of them drew a perfect parabola.

Finally, it landed with a thud in the plaza in front of Stark Tower. The area wasn't particularly spacious, and the building was only the height of a normal building, so it's no wonder Ian had difficulty distinguishing it.

"Boom~"

Ian's high-altitude landing lacked the proper family tradition.

The floor tiles underfoot were cracked in a radial pattern.

but.

The moment Gwen landed, she only felt a slight jolt. The comfort on Ian's shoulder made Gwen feel as if Ian's body had a deluxe shock absorption system, which absorbed the impact of the landing perfectly—this was perhaps due to Ian's absolute control over his muscles and strength in his "one proof, forever proof" state.

"arrive."

Ian put Gwen down.

Gwen, who was trying to attribute the "shock absorption" to the fat in her chest, put her feet back on the ground.

She was still a little dazed.

"What are you doing?"

Gwen looked at Ian, who was squatting on the ground, with utter confusion.

“Although I could easily refrain from making any compensation based on the merits I’ve accumulated, I’m just being a gentleman.” Ian placed three hundred dollars under the broken floor tiles.

And a note that said whoever found the tile would be responsible for repairing it.

As long as you don't run into Commissioner Smith, the $300 even includes labor costs. That's how it is when you're honest. Whether others are honest or not is none of Ian's business.

"Huh? You're going to compensate for damaging public property? I don't believe you have that kind of awareness." Gwen seemed very surprised, looking Ian up and down as he stood up again.

“Well, what can I do? This is the world I created, and it deserves me to showcase my qualities.” Ian clapped his hands and turned to walk towards the entrance of Stark Tower.

"You've already fast-forwarded to the point where you're God and believing in you grants eternal life, right? Next, are you planning to erect a giant statue of yourself in the city center?"

When Gwen saw Ian heading towards the door, she immediately strode after him.

After all, we have come.

She also wanted to know why she felt so familiar with Ian, as if she had forgotten something. She might not be able to sleep tonight until she figured out that strange feeling.

“A little taller than the Statue of Liberty would be fine, thank you.” Ian’s steps were quick, and the glass doors of Stark Tower slid open silently as they approached.

There were no security guards, no security checks, not even a reception robot. There were two pretty girls at the front desk, but they only glanced at Ian and the guilty-looking Gwen.

Nothing happens.

Ian walked straight toward the elevator.

Gwen followed closely behind.

"Are you a shareholder of Stark Industries?"

She followed Ian into the elevator, her face full of disbelief. It was a luxury elevator, the interior of which was entirely wrapped in genuine leather, and even the handrails were polished mahogany.

Gwen saw the staff's identification outside.

"I am a shareholder of your world, and now I'm going to ask the CEO who planned this world what tricks he played in the planning scheme."

Ian pressed the button for the top floor of the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and it rapidly ascended upwards.

"what are you talking about?"

Gwen felt that she shouldn't understand Ian's words, yet she also had a contradictory feeling that she did understand them. This absurd feeling made her increasingly confused.

"Ding~"

It wasn't Ian's system that beeped; it was that the elevator had reached the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, the young woman, who had already endured far too much today, realized that the elevator door actually led to the CEO's office.

"You have this kind of authority?"

Gwen was stunned.

She knew that in a large company like Stark Industries, different floors required different levels of access, and that only a handful of people were qualified to access the president's floor.

"You still say you're not a shareholder of Stark Industries! Liar!" Gwen stared at Ian with suspicion, unable to understand how Ian could have such authority over a corporation.

But they couldn't find Stark Industries anywhere.

“I tell at least 20% of the truth every day, how can that be a lie?” Ian glanced at Gwen speechlessly. He had just been testing whether his “special privileges” were still active.