I am Peter Parker- CH-148. Yes, I will get the suit!

**Night.**

The Tyrant Zero, with its shell almost completely removed, was lying in the center of the laboratory. Peter held a fist-sized ball in his hand and carefully placed it into the center of the energy module. After completing the task, he threw the gloves, now stained with a bit of oil, into the trash can and retrieved the door from the system space.

Calling out his destination, Peter turned the doorknob and opened the portal. Before stepping through, he reminded Yue, "Yue, don't forget to keep an eye on Dr. Connors and the others. There's not much time left before the Stark Expo, and I don't want only Blitzcrank and the Tyrannosaurus on display."

"Peter, I get it. I'll remind Dr. Connors and his team to speed things up, but you know how tough their project is." Yue replied, her face showing a helpless expression. Despite her constant reminders, Connors and the team were already working at their fastest pace. To catch up, they hadn't slept for two straight days, and if Yue hadn't forced sleeping pills on them, they might have collapsed on the workbench.

Peter knew this well. He only asked Yue to push them so they wouldn't lose track of time. If necessary, he didn't mind allowing some minor imperfections within acceptable limits.

"Alright, Yue. Just manage it according to the schedule. If worse comes to worst, I'll help them speed up the process myself."

With that, Peter stepped through the door, emerging at the front of his house. He took out his key, gently unlocked the door, and quietly walked in.

As soon as Peter entered the house, Thor heard the sound and ran over excitedly.

"Woof…"

Thor wagged his tail like a helicopter, his mouth opening to greet Peter warmly. However, Peter quickly squatted down and grabbed Thor's snout, stopping him from making any noise.

"Shh! Quiet, you dumb dog! It's late, and Aunt May and the others are asleep. If you wake them, I won't hesitate to turn you into dog meat stew." Peter whispered, pinching Thor's snout.

Thor's tail, which had been wagging enthusiastically, drooped instantly, and he nodded obediently.

Satisfied, Peter let go, patting Thor lightly on the back, "Go to bed!" He whispered before wiping the slobber from his hands on Thor's fur.

After dealing with the overzealous dog, Peter headed to his room and collapsed onto the bed, drifting into sleep.

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**The next morning.**

Peter was awoken by the sound of a phone alert. Groggily reaching for his phone on the bedside table, he saw it was an invitation to Tony's birthday party.

Staring at the screen, Peter wondered whether he should attend. He knew very well what Tony had in mind for this party—it wasn't just about celebrating.

From what Peter could gather, Tony was likely using the party to vent the negative emotions he had been bottling up. It was also an opportunity for him to pass the Mark II armor to Rhodes, ensuring the military wouldn't keep pressuring him.

If you recall from the original timeline, Rhodes had no trouble using Tony's suit—Peter had always suspected it was pre-designed specifically for Rhodes. Each of Tony's Mark suits required authentication and was made to fit Tony perfectly. This only made sense if Tony had intentionally prepared the suit for Rhodes beforehand.

Despite understanding the situation, Peter had no intention of getting involved in Tony's birthday chaos. He politely declined the invitation, citing other commitments.

However, even though Peter refused, he still noted down the time of the event. After all, there was that iconic moment at Tony's party—the infamous "piss" admission. Missing that would feel like a hundred-million-dollar loss.

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Meanwhile, Natasha Romanoff sat in her high-end apartment, using advanced anti-surveillance equipment to report recent developments to Nick Fury.

After discussing Tony Stark's situation, Natasha shifted her focus to Peter Holland and the mysterious transforming mecha that had appeared during the racing competition. She provided Fury with all the details she'd gathered.

Nick Fury, who had kept his one good eye closed for most of the report, opened it and responded calmly.

"Thank you for your report, Romanoff. Stark's condition isn't dire enough yet for us to intervene. Keep monitoring him and update me on any significant changes."

"As for Peter Holland." Fury continued, "I'll have someone look into it. You're dismissed, Romanoff."

With that, Fury ended the call and immediately logged into multiple European and American databases, beginning his search for any information on Peter Holland.

Ten minutes later, Nick Fury stared at the words "No such person" on the computer screen, deep in thought. During those ten minutes, Fury had combed through databases from across the United States and Europe, performing facial recognition checks. Although a few people named Peter Holland showed up, none of them matched the photo Natasha had provided. The facial comparisons failed entirely.

As for the identity used to register for the F1 race, Nick Fury discovered it was a fake one, forged by Tony Stark. In other words, this man calling himself Peter Holland not only used a false name but also deliberately disguised his appearance.

What troubled Fury even more was the advanced high-tech armor the man had and his apparent close relationship with Tony. This combination set off alarms in Fury's mind. He started to think that Peter Holland had some secret, possibly even malicious, intentions. Maybe he was trying to manipulate Tony into completing some massive project—perhaps a giant mecha, Fury speculated.

Why else would someone go to such lengths to hide their identity in a race? Why participate under a fake name and appearance unless he was afraid of being discovered?

The more Fury thought about it, the more suspicious he became of Peter Holland. He decided to take immediate action, contacting one of the few agents he trusted, Clint Barton.

Moments later, Barton entered Fury's office after receiving the call.

"Director, you have a mission for me?" Barton asked.

Fury handed him the mission file he'd compiled while waiting.

"Barton, I need you to head to Morocco. See if you can trace this guy's movements after he left the racetrack. Most importantly, find out who he really is."

"Understood, Director." Barton replied, skimming the file. Without hesitation, he left Fury's office to prepare for his trip to Morocco.

After replying to Tony that he wouldn't attend, Peter got out of bed and started to get dressed. While putting on his clothes, he asked Yue about Ivan's current situation.

"Yue, what's the status with Ivan? Did Hammer use a double to help him escape from prison?"

Although Ivan hadn't been able to demonstrate his full strength due to personal reasons, Tyrant Zero had defeated him easily. Still, Peter believed that Hammer must have noticed the miniature arc reactor in Ivan's chest during the televised battle. Given Hammer's hatred for Tony, and the bottleneck his Iron Man armor was facing, Peter was sure that Hammer wouldn't let Ivan go. Hammer would definitely send someone to break Ivan out.

As soon as Peter finished speaking, Yue's voice came from his phone.

"Peter, after Tony talked to Ivan yesterday, Hammer arranged for a body double and created an explosion that night, faking Ivan's death and allowing him to escape. Ivan is likely with Hammer at Hammer Industries now."

"Okay, I understand. Keep monitoring Ivan's situation and update me with any new intel."

After giving Yue a few instructions, Peter finished dressing, opened the door, and walked out of his bedroom.

Uncle Ben, who was sitting in the dining room reading the newspaper, saw Peter coming downstairs. He put the paper down and waved Peter over, "Peter, come here! I've got something good to show you!"

Peter raised an eyebrow in confusion. He couldn't imagine what Uncle Ben meant, but he walked over and sat beside him anyway.

"Uncle Ben, what's this good news? Did you finally decide to buy a new car?" Peter asked with a grin.

Uncle Ben paused at Peter's comment, then rolled his eyes, "What are you talking about? The car at home still runs just fine. Why would I spend all that money on a new one?"

He leaned in, looking pleased with himself, "I called you over to tell you that I was named 'Outstanding Employee' yesterday. The company gave me four tickets to the Stark Expo as a reward, and it's just enough for our whole family to go! You know, tickets to the Stark Expo are really hard to come by. Most people can't even get their hands on them. So, Peter, what do you think? Aren't you excited?"

With that, Uncle Ben pulled the four tickets out of his pocket and placed them on the table in front of Peter.

Looking at the four Stark Expo tickets, Peter felt a headache forming. This just complicated things for him. Without these tickets, he wouldn't have to worry about Uncle Ben and Aunt May's safety. Ivan's main target was Tony Stark, and most of the collateral damage during the battle was caused by stray bullets. As long as they stayed away from the Expo, they would avoid danger.

But with these tickets in hand, Peter now had to figure out how to protect Uncle Ben and Aunt May while also dealing with Ivan. After all, Ivan was the primary villain in *Iron Man 2*, and defeating him would give Peter a lot of science points. He couldn't pass up that opportunity.

It seemed like the best solution would be to have Unicorn use her carrier-based aircraft to protect the two elders in secret, while Peter handled the situation himself. After all, Ivan Vanko wasn't as dangerous as someone like Thanos. Why should he be so worried?

Having made up his mind, Peter no longer felt anxious. He smiled at Uncle Ben, "Wow! Uncle Ben, you're really lucky! Just enough for all of us to go!"

Uncle Ben beamed with pride and quickly gathered the tickets back into his pocket. He didn't want to risk them being blown away or accidentally torn by Thor's hammer, after all.

Just then, Aunt May emerged from the kitchen with breakfast in hand. Noticing Uncle Ben's smug expression, she couldn't help but tease him.

"Peter, you don't know how long your Uncle Ben has been itching to show off those tickets. He's been waiting since yesterday to brag about them!"

Uncle Ben chuckled, his little secret now exposed by Aunt May. He said nothing, focusing instead on his breakfast, as he had work to get to later.

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Time passed quickly, and soon it was Tony Stark's birthday party. All kinds of luxury sports cars, rarely seen on normal days, lined the driveway of Tony's villa.

At the same time, Rhodes was on his way to Tony's house, dealing with the military over the phone.

"Yes, General, I understand. I'll try to convince Tony to hand over the armor technology as soon as possible. But I hope you won't resort to force. Tony's too stubborn for that. If you push him, he'll destroy everything before he lets us get our hands on it."

Just as Rhodes finished speaking, a cold voice replied on the other end of the line.

"Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, we'll trust you one last time. The military's patience is running thin. If we don't see results within three days, we'll have no choice but to use force to make Tony Stark comply."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Rhodes staring at his phone. Frustrated, he tossed it aside and sped up his drive to Tony's villa.

Meanwhile, at the villa, Tony was in his Mark armor, entertaining a group of beautiful women with his antics, much to their delight.

A little later, Rhodes arrived, parked his car, and entered Tony's villa. Inside, just like every year, the villa was filled with booming music and influential figures from the political and business worlds.

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