"Hey, Tony, John is on it, and I have Chinese tangerine peel and chicken rice bowl for dinner tonight!" Pepper watched as Tony continued focusing on making the right leg parts.
Hearing Pepper's voice, Tony hurriedly covered the part. "Hey, Pepper, why did you come back so early?"
"Tony, I don't care what you're doing, but I still brought dinner. I might be very busy these days and may not come back. You have to take good care of John."
Pepper didn't care what Tony was hiding and put the packed dinner on the table.
"It's strange. You didn't say that to me before. Now that John is here, you want me to take care of him?" Tony continued to complain.
"Do I always have to say it? And John is still a child. He's only eleven years old. Why do you want to keep him here? You could have just ordered pizza delivery." Pepper turned and walked out.
"Look at him. Except for his body, he doesn't look like an eleven-year-old. He's like an old monster!" Tony opened the lunch box and sat down to eat, grumbling.
"Jarvis, if someone approaches, remind me. This is a secret mission!"
"Okay, sir."
...
In the lobby, Pepper and John were having dinner together. John looked at the simple meal and felt moved.
"Is the life of billionaires so unpretentious?"
Pepper looked at the little John and smiled.
"What do you think? Three meals a day, and Tony doesn't like having a chef cook at home. Except for sometimes going to a hotel to eat, he usually eats very simply."
"It's okay, I was just surprised, hehe!" John moved around, feeling the soft sofa, and smiled.
"John, you are amazing. Tony has never let anyone live here. Of course, those women don't count. You were the first to get him to do it. What did you do?"
Pepper asked curiously.
John looked at Pepper and finished the remaining bites of his meal. "Sister Pepper, although you may not believe it, I have superpowers and can help Mr. Stark accomplish what he wants to do, so I'm staying here."
"Superpowers?" Pepper covered her mouth and smiled softly. "Okay, okay, super boy, are you full?"
"No, can I have ten more?" John licked his lips and said.
"Aha, really?" Pepper looked at John seriously, not quite believing him.
John looked at the kitchen and said, "If I have the ingredients, I can also cook for myself. This portion is really too small!"
"Well, I'll take you to the kitchen. Although I don't cook much, the ingredients are often restocked."
John rubbed his hands together while looking at a refrigerator full of various rich ingredients such as steak, fresh fish, vegetables, and cheese.
In less than forty minutes, all the steaks were cooked in a large oven, along with three fish dishes, two plates of seasonal vegetables, and a large bowl of noodles with meat sauce.
In the end, the entire table was filled, and there were twelve steaks alone.
"My God!" Pepper heard the noise and walked out of the office on the second floor.
"John, wasting food is a very bad behavior. You shouldn't do it," Pepper said, unable to hold back her laughter.
John sat at the table. "Pepper, do you want to eat together? If you don't, I'll eat it all!"
"No, how is it possible? Did you finish the entire refrigerator?" Pepper couldn't believe it.
John swallowed a steak after a few bites. "Don't worry, I can finish it!"
Pepper stood aside, watching John eat. In twenty minutes, he had eaten half of the food.
Pepper was a little frightened. "John, don't overdo it. It's okay if some of this is thrown away!"
John felt the energy from the food and ate faster. "Don't worry about me, it's okay."
Watching John eat with such determination, Pepper couldn't help but laugh. "Now I really believe you have superpowers."
After John finished all the food, he put the dishes in the dishwasher, stretched, and went back to his room to continue working.
Tony was still in the basement, and there was no movement. John really wanted to go down and have a look, but today was the first day, and he didn't want to be disobedient.
He decided to sneak down tomorrow.
John returned to his room and looked at the twenty-seven steel plates neatly placed on the ground. With one stroke, the top one flew over.
Nearly three hundred pounds of metal plates twisted around John, and the light in the room dimmed.
A layer of soft golden light came out, and a little golden light emerged densely from the metal plate, pouring into the small figure in the middle.
Combined with the energy in his mind, it turned into a more gentle golden light band and melted into his meridian.
John's smile became even brighter.
Early the next morning, John opened his eyes at six o'clock, supported his hands, and the dim metal plate beside him broke into several pieces.
With a slight wiggle of his fingers, the scattered pieces of metal gathered together, turning into a square piece of metal, which he piled in a corner of the room.
'Control Point: 79'
'Strength: 16 Defense: 19 Speed: 9 Spirit: 19'
'Skill: D-level metal control, D-level physical enhancement'
'Enhancements: Golden Eye (100%), Copper Skin (100%), Steel Bar (43%), Iron Bone (0%)'
'Derivative technique: Destroying Golden Eyes (Don't be fooled by any ability, see through all phantoms, enhance visual observation, metalize objects)'
'Don't move the golden body (enhance great defense power, stand on the ground with both feet, you will have infinite physical strength, the body will recover faster, and will not be moved by an external force)'
"Very good, the control point has increased a bit, and the reinforcement of steel bars has increased by 5%, which is enough to match the training speed of the previous four days." John clenched his fists, feeling his strength increase significantly.
He stepped out of the door, and the sky was still dark outside the window, except for the bright light in the basement.
He walked quietly to the top of the stairs, ready to go down.
"Mr. John, please note that Mr. Stark does not allow you to enter the basement!" Jarvis's voice came from the stairs.
John tilted his head. "Jarvis, I can help Mr. Stark. Just let me take a look!"
After saying this, he jumped slightly down, over several meters, and landed directly at the bottom of the stairs. He could see Stark through the transparent glass.
The alarm sounded immediately. Although it was not loud, it still startled the two of them.
"Jarvis, turn it off. Just speak directly next time!" Tony glanced at John outside the door and frowned.
"Mr. Stark, I know about Mark 2. Don't hide it from me, I can help you!" John shouted outside the door.
He glanced at the simple door lock. He thought it would be electromagnetic, but it was a snap-on type. In other words, John could open the door by controlling the hardware, but he didn't.
"Jarvis, open the door," Tony said.
"Hey, Mr. Stark, you are going to test the foot-flying device!" John said, looking at Tony, who had worn the armor parts on both feet.