Tony (soul) voice was hoarse, "Then, Morgan, she's officially entrusted to you. You must treat her well and not let her suffer any grievances..."
After saying this, Tony (soul) visibly relaxed.
Tony grunted and said seriously, "Don't worry, Morgan is the daughter of Tony Stark, and she always will be."
"No matter which universe this Tony Stark comes from..."
These were just a couple of sentences, which seemed simple to Lin Feng, but they carried the commitment and handover between two fathers.
Tony (soul) relaxed, his gaze complex as he glanced at Lin Feng, who was sitting in a rocking chair, looking bored at the sky.
"Honestly, I'm quite envious of your world."
"If our world had Superman, we probably wouldn't have ended up in this situation..."
Lin Feng's rocking motion stopped, and he sighed without turning his head.
"Every universe has its own developmental trajectory. This universe... all I can do is this much..."
Tony (soul) shook his head, "I understand..."
"Oh, and Tony... be careful about that wastewater plan from Neon..." Tony (soul) hesitated, then decided to mention it.
He didn't know if a similar incident had occurred in the other universe, nor did he know if he could interfere with the development of other universes.
But since little Morgan lived in that universe, Tony (soul) couldn't help but remind him. He didn't want little Morgan to experience a zombie virus outbreak again.
Tony stood up, waving his hand as he walked away without looking back.
"Don't worry, that plan has already been stopped by me..."
"Where are you going?" Tony (soul) asked.
"Wait for me a moment..."
With that, Tony opened a room door and went inside.
As soon as Tony left, Tony (soul)'s gaze shifted to Lin Feng.
It seemed... he was worrying too much? A world protected by Superman, with another him far more powerful than himself, surely the zombie virus had no chance of breaking out...
"Mr. Lin Feng, thank you for taking care of little Morgan."
Although he had been arguing with his alternate-universe self, Tony (soul)'s attention had been focused on little Morgan.
He tried hard to restrain himself from hugging little Morgan, afraid of losing control of his emotions and not being able to let her go.
The difference between fatherly and motherly love was that sometimes it wasn't expressed openly.
"It's nothing," Lin Feng waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't worry too much; it was just a small effort.
Tony (soul) nodded and looked at the little Spider-Man who had been squatting nearby.
"Peter..."
"I'm here, Mr. Stark!" The little Spider-Man jumped up immediately, looking somewhat excited.
Good heavens, he finally remembered me. Was I that insignificant?
"Is life very difficult now?" Tony (soul) said with a smile.
As soon as he said this, the little Spider-Man felt a sting in his nose.
Life was unimaginably difficult.
Captain America was gone, Mr. Stark was gone, and the Avengers were almost wiped out.
The little Spider-Man had no elders to rely on anymore, and he had to figure everything out on his own.
"It's not difficult, Mr. Stark! I can handle it!"
The little Spider-Man's voice wavered, clearly losing emotional control.
Tony (soul) sighed, "Although I know this is cruel to you, some things have fallen onto your shoulders, and you must carry them forward."
"Believe me, it will be tiring, but you will eventually find friends to walk with, and the end result will be good..."
Familiar words of advice, with a hint of Captain America's tone, but the little Spider-Man showed no impatience. Instead, he was close to tears from emotion.
Wuwuwu, this long-lost paternal lecture, he never thought he would hear it again in his lifetime.
The little Spider-Man couldn't hold back his emotions any longer and went forward to give Tony (soul) a big hug.
"I know, I know, Mr. Stark."
"I will protect this world well..."
Tony (soul) was taken aback and patted the little Spider-Man's back awkwardly.
"Alright, Peter, I have something else to give you."
Tony (soul), unaccustomed to hugging men, quickly broke free from the little Spider-Man and walked to the work area, his hands flying across the console.
It wasn't entirely an excuse to escape, but his time was running out, and he genuinely had something to give the little Spider-Man.
Within a few minutes, Tony (soul) returned with a miniature arc reactor.
"This was my idea for a new nano-Spider-Man suit before the zombie outbreak."
"I've also made the prototype, but I never got around to giving it to you."
"Inside, there's a Jarvis-like assistant with advanced interactive functions."
"He'll help you from now on..."
Tony (soul) handed the arc reactor to the little Spider-Man with emotion.
Tony (soul) had only been running the suit's final self-check and adjustments, so it hadn't taken much time.
He knew that the little Spider-Man was still young, and when faced with certain situations, it was difficult for him to come up with the best solution quickly.
Both the EDITH he left for the little Spider-Man and FRIDAY lacked some interactive capabilities.
Giving this to the little Spider-Man would help him deal with things to the greatest extent possible.
This was the last thing Tony (soul) could give the little Spider-Man.
The little Spider-Man looked at the arc reactor in his hand, his hands clenched. He was an adult now, and he bore the responsibility of restoring order. He couldn't cry...
Lin Feng watched from the side, sighing repeatedly. He really couldn't stand such scenes. He preferred a cheerful and entertaining atmosphere by comparison.
Because such scenes always made people feel melancholic...
At this moment, Tony, who had gone inside, came out carrying little Morgan.
He didn't know what he had said inside, as neither of the Peppers had come out.
Lin Feng glanced at him, and a thought sparked in his mind. He seemed to know what Tony was going to do.
He saw Tony walk over, carrying little Morgan, and stuff her into Tony (soul)'s arms.
"Let's have a good chat. Your time shouldn't be long now..." Tony said, then walked to a nearby chair, leaving the space for the father and daughter.
Tony (soul) stared blankly, as if he hadn't quite registered.
"Daddy..." Little Morgan buried her head in Tony (soul)'s shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered.
Tony (soul) felt the long-lost embrace in his arms, and his hands trembled uncontrollably at that moment.
His lips quivered twice, and he could only softly call out Morgan's name.
He seemed a bit pathetic, but no one would laugh at him...