The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 590 Dynamics of all parties

The sun is shining brightly, which is obviously a rare good day, but today is unusually difficult to be in a good mood.

Whether it was the government officials, the police and agents who were watching at the scene, or the mutants who were about to be registered, they must not be in a particularly good mood.

At least that's what Peter Parker thought. This is because he is in a very bad mood now. He always feels that once he steps out of the house, his peaceful daily life is likely to go against him.

Anxious Peter had already drunk all the coffee in the cup, but the little princess he was waiting for never came out.

"It's been half an hour, Cindy!" Peter shouted. "We're not going to a ball, there's no need to dress up like Cinderella!"

"Don't call me Mr. Green like that." Cindy's dissatisfied voice came from the direction of the bedroom. After a while, Cindy, who was wearing a white mesh pattern top and jeans on the lower body, came out reluctantly.

"You'll never get a girlfriend in your life if you keep doing this!"

Peter wanted to say something to Cindy, but she took the initiative. Hearing his younger sister criticize him about his relationship with the opposite sex, even Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"You know, Cindy, we have serious business to do today." Peter tried hard to show his authority as an older brother, but unfortunately, this thing no longer existed when Cindy was six years old.

"I know, I know," Cindy said, nibbling at her toast. "Registration of parahumans, there's no need to rush. It'll definitely take more than a day. You know, the parahumans in the US alone are like rabbits in a field."

"Since you know that, you should eat faster, Miss Rabbit." Peter shook his head helplessly. Whenever he wanted to try to teach Cindy a lesson, his sister would have countless words to fight back against him.

The key is that she can always find loopholes in her own words, which makes everyone in the Parker and Osborn families admire her.

"Where are my parents?" Cindy said, passing the bread down with juice. "Let me make it clear, I'm not your driver. Your driving skills aren't even as good as Aunt May's."

"No one in the Parker family and the Osborn family combined is a better driver than Aunt May." Peter said angrily.

"The company in New York is closed, and Mom and Dad and Mr. Osborne are still busy with a lot of things at the company and don't have time to take you there. Let's walk there. The vocational high school team building is located in downtown Washington, not far from our house, just over ten minutes' walk."

This was something Peter had thought of last night. He guessed that there must be quite a few people registering. If he drove there, he would probably be stuck in the apartment's underground garage. It would be easier to walk.

Cindy had no objection to this. She might as well walk there than take Peter's car. After asking all the questions she wanted to ask, she sat down in her seat and ate her breakfast, which was obviously bigger than Peter's.

Seeing Cindy eating easily, Peter couldn't help but ask, "It seems like you no longer have the problem of bread sticking to your hands."

"Is it okay that I will only be like this for the first two days after I get the ability?" Cindy frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with what Peter said.

"Yeah, after solving the problem of not being able to let go, you broke the door handle of your room, removed Uncle Norman's car door, and broke Harry's ribs with your elbow."

Peter started laughing as he spoke, and couldn't help but teasing Cindy as he looked at her head lowering as he spoke.

"That skill is more professional than the black people Harry and I met when we played basketball in college."

"Who told him that I would get fat if I ate too much?" Cindy muttered softly before asking in a normal voice.

"So how is Brother Harry now?"

"He's doing fine. From his hospital bed, he even insisted that you join his basketball team so he could elbow the opposing team's ace player out of the game." Peter wanted to tease Cindy a bit. After all, when the siblings were together, he rarely had the upper hand, so he wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. Unfortunately, things didn't go his way...

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang. Who would visit the Parker family so early in the morning? The brother and sister looked at each other with suspicion, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Is it looking for you?" ×2
"Of course not." ×2
Peter sighed, his mind in vain, and stood up and walked towards the door. He first looked through the peephole, but saw an unexpected figure.

"Crack!"

"Mr. Howard?"

Peter opened the door and saw Howard Stark in a well-tailored suit. However, the suit he wore was no longer as serious as before, but a fashionable suit with floral patterns.

Not only that, the other party was also wearing a pair of sunglasses. Peter, who regarded Howard as his idol, had never seen Howard dressed in such a fashionable and gorgeous manner.

"Hello, Peter!" Howard took off his glasses, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hands in an exaggerated gesture. "Long time no see."

"It's been a few days." Peter was already confused. "Why are you here? And dressed like this?"

"I heard from Osborne that your little princess needs a driver. I happened to be nearby so I came over. Why don't you welcome me?"

Howard hugged Peter as he spoke, causing the latter's brain to freeze and he could only respond stiffly.

"Welcome, but I don't feel comfortable troubling you..."

Are you kidding? The Parker Group and the Osborn Group combined are not as good as Stark Industries. Why would the CEO of Stark Industries come here in person to be Cindy's driver?
"To repay you for what you did at the Midtown High School dance, of course." Howard patted Peter's shoulder. "Okay, let's stop wasting time and get in the car."

...

When Peter came to his senses, he was already sitting in the passenger seat of Howard's Rolls-Royce, and Cindy was sitting in the back seat enjoying a box of donuts that Howard had prepared for her.

Because the front and back seats were completely separated, Peter could only look through the rearview mirror to see which small window on the partition he could use to see Cindy.

Although he was not unable to afford the compensation, Peter was still afraid that Cindy would spill the icing or jam from the donuts on the car seat, and he was afraid that it would leave a bad impression on Mr. Howard.

"Peter."

Peter, who was concentrating on watching Cindy, was startled when he heard the voice beside him. He shifted his gaze to Howard who was driving, and the other party's tone once again returned to that of a leader.

"Don't take Cindy to Hyperion to register." Howard said as he drove. Peter then realized that the direction Howard was driving was completely opposite to the direction to the Supreme Squadron.

"That guy has gone crazy now. Hide Cindy, or your family will be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)