Seeing the scene unfold in front of him, Robert couldn't help but feel amused.
Stealing deliveries was a known issue in America. The courier system here wasn't as tightly regulated as back home. In many neighborhoods, couriers simply left packages at the door, making them easy targets for thieves who took advantage of this lack of security. These thieves were known as "porch pirates."
Of all the crimes, being a porch pirate was one of the easiest. They could snatch a package, make a quick buck, and avoid any serious risks, unlike burglars who had to break into houses. The black youth before him was clearly one of these porch pirates, though today his luck had run out. He had been caught in the act by the homeowner.
However, the young man seemed unaware of the consequences. Not only had he been caught, but he also escalated things by trying to turn the theft into an outright robbery. Robert couldn't help but think, Is he rushing back to prison to pick up soap?
The woman, who had fallen to the ground, was struggling to stand up as the young man held the delivery box, intent on running. But when he saw Robert standing in front of him, he immediately drew a knife, waving it wildly and shouting, "Get out of the way, Asian guy!"
Robert didn't waste any time with him. He delivered a swift kick, knocking the man down, rendering him unconscious in seconds.
The man's eyes glazed over, and Robert couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his own actions. Looks like I'm walking further down the path of Thanos, he thought.
On the other side, the woman had already gotten up, pulling a little boy towards her. She thanked Robert profusely, saying, "Thank you so much for stopping this bastard."
"It's no problem, just a bit of a hassle," Robert replied with a shrug.
Noticing Robert's young appearance, and the fact that he had helped, the woman gave him a warm smile. "You're the new neighbor, right? I'm May Parker, and it looks like we'll be neighbors from now on."
She gently nudged the little boy forward, introducing him. "This is my nephew, Peter Parker."
Peter sniffled, looking up at Robert shyly. "My name is Peter. Thank you for helping Aunt May."
Peter Parker?
Robert raised an eyebrow. The name seemed familiar, and it clicked when he saw the boy. Wait a minute, is this the future Spider-Man?
The young boy looked to be about seven or eight years old, and there was still a long road ahead before he became the superhero Robert remembered. In fact, Peter was still just a child, and his superhero days seemed far off.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle. The future superhero's IQ is probably among the best in the Marvel universe, he thought. If that's the case, surely he could make his own battle suit.
A smile crept across Robert's face as he knelt down to Peter's level. "Hey, little Peter, I think you've got great potential to be a superhero. You just have to work hard, and your Aunt May will need you to protect her one day."
The boy's face lit up at the idea. "Can I really become a superhero?"
"Definitely," Robert said with a grin. "As long as you read more."
"Read more?" Peter's eyes widened. "But how will reading help me become a superhero?"
"Exactly," Robert said, like a seasoned mentor. "Reading is how you gain knowledge, and knowledge is power. It helps you solve problems that would be impossible without it."
Peter was still confused. "What do you mean by using knowledge?"
Aunt May smiled but didn't interrupt, watching the conversation unfold. In her mind, Robert was just encouraging Peter to study harder, and she found it charming that someone cared enough to motivate her nephew.
"For example," Robert continued, "with the knowledge you gain, you could create a super battle suit—one that could go to the moon and back! With lightsabers and beam rifles, you could protect everyone from bad guys, like the ones we just dealt with."
Peter's eyes sparkled as he imagined himself as a superhero, flying through the sky in his own battle suit.
"That's amazing!" Peter exclaimed, his imagination running wild.
"But how do I make a battle suit?" Peter asked eagerly.
Robert leaned in as though he had the secret to all the world's mysteries. "That's simple. I have a proven method for building a superhero suit. It's very effective."
Aunt May raised an eyebrow. Where is this going? she wondered.
Robert, with a perfectly serious expression, continued, "First, you need a solid foundation of knowledge. Without it, you won't even understand the blueprints, let alone be able to assemble the suit."
Peter frowned, clearly not following the logic. "Blueprints?"
"Don't worry about that yet. The key is to set a goal. You've heard of Tony Stark, right?"
"Yeah, I know him!" Peter responded, eager to learn.
"Good," Robert said, nodding. "Tony Stark was making circuit boards at four, an engine at six, and graduated from MIT with the highest honors at seventeen. He's a genius, and it's all because of his brainpower and the knowledge he has."
Peter looked up at Robert, amazed by the possibilities. Robert gave him an encouraging smile. "You have a smart brain already, Peter. All you need to do now is gather the knowledge, and one day, you'll be smarter than Tony Stark. Maybe you'll even build a better suit than his!"
Peter's eyes shone with determination, and he asked, "What should I do now?"
Robert's smile turned into a grin. "Well, it just so happens I have a set of 'superhero crash methods' from the mysterious East. We don't have to rush. Let's start with some basic exercises first."
Aunt May blinked, wondering how Robert was getting so caught up in this. Is he really playing around with Peter's future like this?
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