The Villainous Superhero Template (Marvel/DC)

"I can explain!"

The moment Obadiah saw the photos, he already had his excuse ready.

He knew Tony's bottom line well.

Over the years, he had subtly suggested expanding the sales of Stark Industries' weapons to other markets.

In other words, broadening the customer base to make more money.

But Tony had always firmly refused.

This had left Obadiah dissatisfied, though not enough to openly rebel. Behind Tony's back, he had sold weapons to clients in the Middle East and to Oscorp.

Who could have expected things to blow up so quickly?

"Tony, you know me. I'm your parents' friend—not just a business partner, but a true friend."

"Your father passed away early, and I've watched you grow up. I know your character. I've spent more time with you than with my own son."

"If it's something you don't want to do, I won't touch it."

Obadiah started with an emotional appeal, calming Tony down before continuing:

"Stark Industries has been in a long-term partnership with Oscorp. A while back, their people wanted to study military technology. I didn't think much of it and gave them some samples."

"Such a horrific incident was beyond my expectations."

"Tony, I promise you, nothing like this will happen again."

Tony Stark sighed, regaining his composure.

"I'm sorry. I overreacted."

"From now on, terminate all cooperation with Oscorp. I want to personally review every weapons sale."

Obadiah was taken aback and quickly waved his hands.

"No, that's not necessary."

"Let's keep things the way they were. You handle the inventions, and I'll handle the sales. We'll stick to our roles and push the company to greater heights."

Tony poured himself a glass of red wine.

"Right, we'll keep it that way. But I'll be checking the sales records."

"Don't overthink it. I've got a date tonight. Want to join? I can introduce you to a stunning model. Whether you can seal the deal is up to you."

"I think you've got a good shot. After all, you're the second-in-command at Stark Industries."

Obadiah forced a bitter smile.

"No, no. Dating is for the young. I'm too old for that."

"Suit yourself." Tony downed his wine and left the office.

Bang!

Obadiah slammed his fist on the desk.

"Second-in-command?"

"Tony, you're forcing my hand."

"You have the most brilliant mind, yet you keep getting in the way of profit. When your father died, I could've taken over the company."

"Even now, I still can."

Obadiah immediately made a call.

"It's me. In a few days, I'll arrange for him to visit a military base. Make sure he doesn't come back alive."

…

Meanwhile, in Queens, at the Parker household.

Uncle Ben had just walked in, taking off his coat, and saw Peter sitting on the couch.

"Peter, what's going on?"

"I had to take half a day off. I'll probably lose my perfect attendance bonus this month."

Peter smiled.

"Then just quit the job."

"By the way, Uncle Ben, it's been a long time since you and Aunt May went on a trip. Why not take one now?"

Uncle Ben looked at Peter, confused, then at May.

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine or something?"

Aunt May shook her head.

"I don't know. He's been like this since he got back."

Peter motioned for them to sit down and then pulled out a bank card.

"What's this?"

"My scholarship."

Uncle Ben looked at Peter with pride.

"I'm so proud of you, Peter! You've done really well."

"But this money is yours. Keep it for your college tuition."

Both Uncle Ben and Aunt May were proud but didn't think much of it.

After all, in their minds, school scholarships weren't worth much.

Peter chuckled.

"This money is enough to support our family for a long time. And by the time it runs out, I'll have earned even more."

"So, Peter, how much is in the card?"

"A million dollars!"

"Oh, a million dollars."

"Wait, what?!!!"

The usually calm Uncle Ben was anything but calm now.

He stared at Peter in shock.

"Peter, how… how is this possible?!"

Aunt May was equally stunned. She had never heard of a school giving out a million-dollar scholarship!

In her shock, she even worried that Peter might have gotten involved in something illegal!!!

"It's real!"

"It's a special grant from Stark Industries for outstanding students. A kind of incentive!"

Uncle Ben immediately pulled out his phone. He still couldn't believe such a windfall was possible.

After calling the principal of Midtown Tech High, he finally accepted Peter's explanation.

But it was still hard to wrap his head around.

A million dollars!

That was an unimaginable amount of money!!!

Uncle Ben sat down next to Peter, his face a mix of pride and sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have doubted you."

"But this is just too unbelievable."

"Uncle Ben, no need to apologize. Instead of apologizing, let's think about something more important."

"What's that?"

"How to spend this money!"

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