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“What, you say you want to spend money to hire me to fight crime?”
Peter was drinking Coke, looking at Hawking with a puzzled face.
He was just a high school senior about to graduate and go to college, often bullied by his classmates. Even now that he had abilities, he hadn’t thought about fighting crime, which he believed was the police’s job.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to lift a finger, nor will there be any danger.
You just need to take a little time out each night, use your abilities to help me find ongoing criminal activities, then tell me, and I’ll take care of it.
I can pay you a hundred dollars an hour!”
Hawking said with a tempting tone.
He didn’t have much money, but that was only for now. Soon, he would have a lot of cash in hand.
Paying Spider-Man a few hundred dollars a day was no big deal.
“A hundred dollars an hour!”
Peter Parker’s expression changed immediately.
A hundred dollars an hour, three hundred for three hours at night, that’s nine thousand a month, a hundred thousand a year.
You should know that his Uncle Ben made only thirty or forty thousand a year before he was laid off. This was tempting for him.
With this money, Uncle Ben wouldn’t have to struggle to find work anymore, his college tuition would be covered, and he could buy some decent clothes so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed in front of his crush, Mary Jane.
“I…I’ll think about it.”
But, thinking of Uncle Ben and Aunt May, they would disagree with him doing such dangerous work at night, and he hesitated again.
He had always been a good student, a good kid. To hide from Uncle Ben and Aunt May, suddenly not sleeping at night and running out, even though it was to help do good deeds, was still a hard choice.
“No problem, take your time to think about it, no rush. If you’ve decided, you can call me or message me.
By the way, if you need money urgently, I can advance your salary. Ten or even eighteen years is not a problem!”
Hawking wasn’t surprised by Peter’s reaction, nor did he try to persuade him more. I just left his phone number.
Peter had just mutated and hadn’t become the real Spider-Man yet. His mindset was still that of a high school student. If he had become the real Spider-Man, he wouldn’t need to be told to fight crime.
But by then, convincing him to work for himself like now would be challenging.
“Okay, why do you want to fight crime?
I’ve seen a lot of news about mutants, all reporting the trouble they cause, and not any mutant wants to use their powers to fight crime like you do.”
Peter picked up the paper with the number on it and looked at Hawking before leaving.
Hawking asked back:
“So, do you think mutants are like what the news says?”
“No, I don’t think so. We’re all humans, just like I changed physically after being bitten by a spider, but my heart didn’t change.
Mutants are similar, and they shouldn’t be specifically targeted.
Peter didn’t hesitate to give his answer.
“True to your kind nature, Peter.”
Hawking smiled upon hearing this:
“Right, so I want to use my abilities to change people’s perception of mutants. This way, many discriminated mutants might have a better life.
Of course, fighting crime was also something I wanted to do.”
Even after turning dark, a person who only buys discounted suits asks for a permanent position and double salary from his boss, and you can imagine how kind-hearted he must be.
For such a Spider-Man, sincerity is sometimes more helpful than money.
“You are a good person!”
Peter left these words and then pushed the door to leave the burger shop, but his inner balance was gradually leaning towards Hawking.
“Spider-Man, about to get.”
Watching Peter’s final expression as he left, Hawking knew it was almost a sure thing.
Humming a tune, he got on his motorcycle and began the journey back.
Body training, studying the art of aerial combat, and practicing magic must be addressed.
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At ten o’clock at night, in the combat simulation room.
“Harder, push harder. Come on, Wanda, you can do it!”
Hawking was doing handstand push-ups with two fingers on the ground, encouraging Wanda, sweating on her forehead and straining to control her chaos magic to pressure him.
Under the pressure of Wanda’s chaos magic, he felt that training for an hour could compare to the effects of several days before.
“I can’t…Hawking…I can’t do it anymore!”
“Let’s call it a day.”
Hawkeye supported himself on the ground with two fingers, then flipped mid-air to land effortlessly in front of Wanda.
Being able to hold on for an hour was already beyond his expectations.
Wanda is only thirteen years old now and hasn’t undergone much training. Concentrating and using chaos magic to its fullest extent to put pressure on him was difficult.
With continuous practice later on, her strength will improve, and both the duration she can maintain and the pressure level she can exert will increase, making her more efficient.
So there’s no need to rush, and even so, the effect has already been excellent.
“Ah, I exerted myself too much just now. I don’t have the energy to stand up.”
Seeing Hawkeye approach, Wanda, who was about to get up, turned her eyes, her body softened, and she sat on the ground again.
Hawkeye quickly went forward and picked her up.
“I’ll take you back to your room to rest.”
“Hawkeye, am I useless?”
With her little trick succeeding, Wanda’s face suddenly blushed.
Before, Hawkeye often carried her, throwing her into the air and catching her again. That felt so happy, and she didn’t think much about it, just feeling that having Hawkeye as a brother was great.
But now, with her heart just beginning to blossom, being picked up by Hawkeye again felt completely different.
“Who says that? You’ve already been amazing and helped me a lot!”
Arriving at Wanda’s room and placing her on the bed:
“Rest here, I have a gift for you.”
Saying that, Hawkeye turned and went to his room, and when he came back, he already had a box in his hand.
“This is for you.”
“Wow, this is…this is a whole set of Estée Lauder cosmetics!”
Seeing the brand on the box, Wanda immediately sat up from the bed and grabbed the box into her hands, her face full of excitement.
Hawkeye was stunned for a moment and then smiled:
“It seems your body has recovered quite a bit. That puts my mind at ease.”
Having Wanda assist him daily in training, he also felt somewhat guilty.
So, on the way back, he spent all his savings to buy Wanda a set of Estée Lauder cosmetics she had longed for.
It’s hard for girls to resist these things as they grow up.
“Ah…right, I suddenly feel much better now, and my strength has recovered.”
Realizing this, Wanda quickly put down the box and hastily made an excuse following Hawkeye’s words.
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