He did not know when Peter had grown so mature and sensible, even able to, after hearing all this and only a night later, repeat it all back to him from an objective perspective.
"I came here, not to say that you are doing poorly, not to say that you should be more perfect and consider ordinary people more. I know that there is no such perfect person in the world."
"Constantly challenging your limits, exploring the edge of knowledge, gazing at the starry sky on behalf of everyone, and pursuing the mysteries of the universe, should be enough to spend a lifetime."
Peter turned his head and said to Stark, "You and Doctor Schiller, as well as other scientific researchers, handle this. I will do other things, things that you can't cover, and preserve the happiness of ordinary people, just like me, who come from humble beginnings."
"Let the surging tide of the age not only fail to shake giant ships like you but also not overturn the smaller boats. Or maybe I can, try my best to save every single drowning person."
"So you can move forward without worry, sail bravely against the wind and waves, without having to consider too much during the acceleration process, and not feel guilty or apologetic for the ordinary people who couldn't keep up with you after the end of this era."
Stark's emotions finally collapsed completely. Under Peter's gaze, the engine of the Iron Armor roared to life, and Iron Man was instantly shot up into the sky at a speed far exceeding what the engine could bear, breaking through continuously until he came to the upper atmosphere.
No one knew whether, in the empty and silent universe, the stars truly heard the cry of steel. No one knew that the seemingly unbreakable and iron-willed man was still someone's child, someone's father.
The projection on the screen froze on a blue planet. Schiller rose from his chair, rubbed his finally somewhat relaxed neck muscles, and asked Jarvis, "...Jarvis, is there any cold beer left?"
Two minutes later, a slightly tipsy Stark saw a pale hand, in a very rough manner, carrying a case of beer and smashing it on the table.
He looked up, surprised to see Schiller's face rather than Steve's. Schiller, looking into Stark's eyes, said, "Yesterday, I had a drink with Steve. He said your dad couldn't outdrink him either."
Stark's eyes widened instantly, washing away his previous drunkenness. He slapped the table and shouted, "Howard brags about him every day!!! Every day!!! He always sings his praises!!! Conversely..."
"And, Steve is a super soldier, how could he have the nerve to compete with an ordinary human in drinking??!! Wait, you haven't out-drunken him either, have you??"
Schiller nodded and said, "I haven't out-drunken him. So, I plan to call him over now. With you as my wingman, we'll surely get him drunk."
Stark instantly rubbed his hands in anticipation. He said, "Wait a moment, Jarvis! Jarvis! Give me a cold towel... No, first tidy up this place. Eh, no, don't take away the beer cans, they're my hard-earned trophies..."
By then, Schiller had already dialed the number, speaking into the receiver, "Hello? Steve? Tony Stark wants to invite you for a drink..."
Stark instantly made gestures at him, indicating "Don't say it was my idea", so Schiller quickly corrected himself, "I mean, I want to invite you for a drink. Yesterday, we didn't have enough, you got drunk..."
"What? I got drunk? Don't talk nonsense, I was foggy, how could fog get drunk? You must be hallucinating because you're overly tense. Trust me, I'm a professional psychologist..."
"Yes, Tony and I are both here." Schiller rolled his eyes, glanced at Stark who was pretending not to care but kept sneaking peeks at him, and then knocked on the table, "Yes, Stark and I are against you, you better watch out..."
"Let's make it fair, two against two, you can bring a teammate too..." As soon as Schiller finished this sentence, Stark stared at him open-eyed. Then Schiller, frowning, switched the phone to his other ear, saying, "What? You're saying you could deal with both of us alone?"
Stark immediately slapped the table, turned his body to one side, as if ready to go, his face reading, "See? I told you he's arrogant!"
Then, Stark moved the stool under his butt a bit awkwardly, while Schiller continued, "Of course, you can bring Bucky along. What? You think it's a bit unfair to the ordinary Tony, since both of you are super soldiers?"
Stark immediately made a shocked expression, followed by boundless anger. He grabbed the phone and yelled into it,
"Steve Rogers! Listen to me! An ordinary person??!!"
"If your anxiety disorder is making you delirious and hallucinating, you'd better get your ass to a mental hospital and take your meds! Don't disturb the intelligentsia's drinking parties!"
"I don't care who you bring, listen, the Starks will never lose to you! No matter which Stark you are talking about!!!"
With a click, he hung up the phone and threw it on the table. Schiller gave an eye-roll, saying, "I must remind you that yesterday, we didn't cheat when drinking, so we both got drunk. If today there's a real competition, you might really..."