Marvel's Iron Lady

Miss Stark's gaze alternated between the elegantly poised lady before him and the elderly man beside her. This indicated that deep down, he was still struggling with his decision, which is why he hadn't yet made up his mind.

But soon after, he threw away the brown paper bag in his hand, scattering several bundles of cash wrapped in paper.

Miss Stark could tell that this was likely the prize money for tonight's New York Fight League championship—money that rightfully belonged to Spider-Man, Peter Parker. However, the organizers had withheld most of it, leaving Peter with only a small portion. If William Baker, desperate for money, hadn't intervened, the subsequent events might not have unfolded as they did.

Feeling ashamed, William lowered his head and tightly clutched it with both hands, his face filled with guilt and regret.

"Good, very good—a wise choice. This means you're still redeemable, William," said Miss Stark, her face showing a knowing smile as she watched William Baker, who was now sitting helplessly on the ground.

Perhaps she had changed one, or even many, people's destinies, but that wasn't a bad thing, was it?

"I believe in you, William. Remember, kindness is the most beautiful quality of humanity."

In the distance, the sharp sound of police sirens could be heard, and three black-and-white NYPD patrol cars pulled up on the roadside.

"I must thank you, miss, and also thank you, sir, for trying to persuade me even under such circumstances."

As he spoke, William slowly stood up and deeply bowed to Miss Stark and the elderly man beside her.

"You don't need to worry about your daughter. I'll arrange for someone to take care of it—we'll meet again soon."

"You should reflect on your actions, William. The next time we meet, I hope to see a new you."

Miss Stark didn't know what kind of difficulties or problems William Baker and his daughter were facing. But for her, any problem that could be solved with money was no longer a problem.

She reached out and patted William Baker on the shoulder reassuringly, giving him a meaningful look.

Then, she smiled a standardized smile at Ben Parker, before pulling Happy along as they walked away.

Several police officers got out of the patrol cars and walked past Miss Stark and Happy towards the crime scene.

William Baker was handcuffed and escorted to a police car, and Ben Parker naturally had to accompany him to the police station.

"Boss, I know you're always tinkering with those strange things, but please consider us."

"When you rushed out like that, I nearly had a heart attack—it was terrifying!"

On the way, Happy continued to scold his boss for her recklessness, while Miss Stark seemed lost in thought.

Ben Parker was Spider-Man Peter Parker's uncle, and this incident was inevitably connected to Peter Parker.

If she stayed here, there was a high chance she would encounter Peter Parker when he arrived.

But at this point, he was probably just awakening his spider abilities, still a fledgling rookie.

Was it really necessary for her to stay and make contact with him? This question lingered in Miss Stark's mind.

As she thought about it, Miss Stark suddenly stopped walking. She had found the answer deep within her.

The current Spider-Man was still a fledgling rookie—in other words, in the greenest stage of his life.

Having just awakened his spider powers, he was likely troubled and eager to find something to hold onto emotionally.

At this stage, he would be the easiest to deal with—or rather, the easiest to control.

"Enough with the talk. We'll discuss it later. Go get the car; I have something to take care of."

Miss Stark waved her hand impatiently, not looking back as she headed toward an alley between the buildings.

Happy Hogan stood there, bewildered, watching his boss walk away briskly, a confused expression on his face.

He hadn't expected Miss Stark to be so dismissive. No matter how willful she was, this was going too far.

But what could he do—he suddenly realized his boss might not need a bodyguard as much as before.

Her outfit could stop bullets, and the steel glove on her hand was incredibly powerful.

Wait, Miss Stark had started changing much earlier, ever since she returned from South Korea.

Happy couldn't tell what she had done in South Korea, but her figure seemed more toned since then.

Looking back, Miss Stark used to have a bit of extra weight, making her look fuller.

But after this recent change, Happy, with his professional eye, noticed her body fat percentage seemed much lower.

When she dashed out of the car earlier, he had intended to pull her back, but what happened?

The car had been stuck about four or five hundred meters away from the scene of the shooting.

At first, Happy could keep up with Miss Stark, though he was trailing behind.

But soon after, even when running at full speed, he couldn't catch up with her.

He couldn't understand how his boss had suddenly become so good at physical activity.

Maybe it had something to do with her time in South Korea… he was very curious.

But since the boss had spoken, there was no room for argument.

Sighing in resignation, Happy Hogan could only head back to retrieve the car stuck on the road.

Brooklyn had many old houses, and between those old houses were some dim, greasy alleys.

In New York City, especially in Brooklyn, these alleys always carried a rich cultural vibe.

Of course, it wasn't the dim, greasy alleys that had cultural significance, but the history of these alleys.

In Miss Stark's memory, many superheroes started out fighting crime in these alleys, on the streets.

However, these kinds of places weren't exactly suitable for a billionaire heiress like her.

"So, you've been following me for a while now—aren't you going to show yourself?"

She stopped in the middle of the alley between two rows of apartments, her expression cold as she spoke.

But Miss Stark's words received no response. The surroundings remained silent, though the silence was filled with noise.

Across the street, in the distance, the police car's sirens wailed as William Baker was likely being taken away.

The sound of traffic resumed at the intersection, and the previously blocked road was back to normal.

Steam rose from the underground pipes with a low hiss, and the sound of a news broadcast came from a nearby apartment.

But Miss Stark still received no response—she suddenly didn't feel like standing there foolishly any longer.

She lifted her wrist and rolled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, revealing a delicate women's electronic watch.

She lightly pressed her index finger on the screen, and the watch face instantly flipped up, standing upright.

She was getting annoyed, her face showing a trace of sarcasm as she grabbed the flipped part of the watch.

As she lifted the watch face, special materials hidden inside the electronic watch were released, covering her right hand.

The raised watch face was pulled from the back of her hand to her palm, and the flexible memory alloy, along with the rapidly multiplying liquid metal from the Extremis virus, surged out from within the watch, spreading like white spider silk-like nanomaterial over Miss Stark's hand and extending toward her wrist.

In just under two seconds, the small women's electronic watch had transformed into a metallic, red-and-silver-colored steel glove.

"Whoa—take it easy, Miss. I mean no harm."

"I know you don't. If you did, you'd already be dead."

As the masked teenager swung down on a web from above, Miss Stark spoke coldly.

In truth, she felt a deep sense of amusement inside, but her outward expression remained cold.

"Wait a second—I think I've seen you somewhere before. Hold on, I know you!"

Landing in front of Miss Stark, Peter Parker, clad in a red, web-patterned hoodie and mask, exclaimed in surprise.

The woman standing before him was none other than the leading figure in military and technological advancements, so of course, Peter Parker recognized her.

Miss Stark had never hidden her identity, so she wasn't surprised to be recognized.