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Stark got out of the car, scrutinizing the house before him. It was a very typical Arican-style villa: the house was divided into two parts, the main structure on the left and the garage on the right; with a sky-blue roof and pristine white walls. Because it was located right at a street corner, the yard was considerably larger than those of other houses.
Stark walked to the car's trunk, pulled out an aerospace case, and went up to ring the doorbell. After a short wait, the door was pushed open, and a red-haired witch in a white thin-knit sweater and black wide-leg pants appeared.
"Oh, heavens, I thought you'd be stuck on the road for a while." Wanda opened the door for Stark, who walked into the yard, looking around left and right.
"This is your first ti here, right?" Wanda said with a smile, "We just moved over from the Bronx not long ago. The Parker House is just two streets away, and there's a lot of Spider n coming and going from here. The security has improved quite a bit, and the house prices have gone up."
"You and Peter beca neighbors?" Stark said with so surprise, "They mustn't have moved in too long ago as well, right?"
"How could that be, they've been living here for two or three years." Wanda pulled open the house's front door, inviting Stark inside.
Wanda's ho was decorated in a classic style as well. After entering, there was a small corridor, followed by a living room and an open kitchen; the door on the right opened to a dining room, and on the other side of the living room was a bathroom, while the bedrooms were upstairs.
The house wasn't very large, but it was kept impeccably organized. Various hooks on the kitchen walls all held utensils of the sa color sche, and the bowls and dishes were neatly arranged. Stark opened the refrigerator for a look and found it packed full of food.
"I've been preparing for community college exams lately." Wanda went over, washed a basket of blackberries for Stark, and said, "Although Doctor Schiller and Dr. Strange are both willing to give recomndation letters, I think even if I went to a prestigious university, I might not be able to keep up with the courses. It's better to first study the basics at a community college, then intern at a community hospital, since it's closer to ho, it'll be convenient for to take care of the two brothers."
Wanda also turned on the coffee machine, and the aroma of fresh beans wafted through the air.
Stark nodded, tossing a blackberry into his mouth, the rich sweetness and fruity aroma filling his nose. Morning light scattered through the grid-patterned curtains onto the island platform, the light and shadows swaying; from the back door ca fresh, moist air. At this mont, he seed to sowhat understand why Wanda would like such a life.
"Alright, ma'am, where's your cleaning robot?"
"Cleaning robot? We don't have... oh, you an Jarvis. That joke isn't funny at all." Wanda smiled slightly, a bit helpless, and walked out of the kitchen, picked up the aerospace case at the door, and then said, "He's upstairs taking care of the kids, let first take a look at these little darlings."
Wanda opened the aerospace case, and Stark, very adeptly, covered his ears. Sure enough, a scream echoed from the living room.
"Oh my God!! Oh, heavens! God!!!"
Wanda held three fluffy little kittens in one hand. They lay in her arms, shaking their heads left and right in confusion, making purring sounds.
"Wow, they are so cute. I knew adopting them together would be a good choice..."
Stark held out both hands in front of him and said, "I can completely understand your love for small animals, but this thing actually..."
"What?" Wanda asked without looking up.
"Uh, they're good at so..." Stark continuously moved his hands, as if searching for an accurate descriptor, and after a long thought, said, "...adult human spatial transference magic."
"What are you talking about?" Wanda seed not to understand him, "Are you talking about ? Rest assured, I won't use magic on them recklessly. These little creatures are fragile; I can't bear for them to get hurt."
Stark was sowhat helpless. He quickly walked over, picked one up, and aid it at Wanda.
A second passed, two seconds passed. When Wanda's expression gradually began showing concern for the witless, Stark finally withdrew his arm and gently scratched the little kitten's head.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Why don't you spew out so tentacles?"
The kitten gave him a look of disdain.
Stark was stunned. He was sure he hadn't been mistaken. The tiny creature, about the size of his palm, had just given him a disdainful look.
"Nick should have told you this thing has wisdom, right?" Jarvis walked down from the stairs and said, "You can't expect anything with wisdom to lash out at the Scarlet Witch."
Stark, sowhat annoyed, stuffed the cat back into Wanda's hands, and Wanda looked at him, bewildered.
Wanda carried the cats upstairs, placing them in the nursery no longer used by the two brothers, instructing them to stay put, changing clothes and then descending the stairs.
"I'm going out to buy so pet supplies, and while I'm at it, bring so blackberries and pancake mix to the Parker House. You guys go ahead and chat."
The sound of the door closing ca from the front of the living room. Jarvis took over the coffee machine, and soon brewed two cups of rich and fragrant coffee, placing one in front of Stark.
"What do you think of the previous matters in the Bronx District?" Stark asked, taking a sip of coffee, marveling at the freshness of the beans, though he didn't want to appear too inexperienced.
But Jarvis, understanding Stark's unspoken question, preemptively answered, saying, "Pietro brought it back from Yunnan, harvested less than two hours ago, pretty good flavor, right?"
"He went to China?"
"He found a job in Hong Kong, primarily responsible for Far Star Communications, commuting between Earth and Neptune Star Port."
"That suits him quite well." Stark comnted, "He's fast enough; should any communication outage happen, he can deliver the ssage at the first opportunity."
"Exactly, he's doing pretty well there. But he might have to go to the Androda Galaxy in the latter half of the year. Erik just can't accept that he has three children, but only one is working with him, and not with genuine commitnt."
"How is Polaris? Are they still arguing all the ti?"
"She and Iceman have split again, but her relationship with Erik is okay; it's been nearly two months without a fight."
"Isn't the standard of 'okay' a bit too low?"
"Believe , this is already quite the breakthrough." Jarvis placed the coffee cup back on the table and said, "The security in Queens District has significantly improved, obviously thanks to Spider Man. Almost every new Spider Man visits Peter's house, dealing with cris along the way."
"Are you suggesting we propose a superhero move to the Bronx District?"
Jarvis said sowhat helplessly, "Of course not, listen until I finish. What I an is, the security issues in the Queens District could be resolved so easily because the situation here is much simpler than in the Bronx District. Ethnicities and religious beliefs aren't as complex; even if the races are different, they mostly share the sa religion, avoiding major conflicts."
"But the Bronx District is different." he said, "Its religious situation is more complicated than the Billy brothers' sleep patterns. Coupling that with different races, ethnicities, factions, it's not sothing just combating cri can solve."
"Take for example the ard conflict that erupted during the Black man marches." Jarvis said, "It started because a Black single mother was discriminated against, but ultimately two policen and several innocents got injured. This issue is really difficult to delineate right from wrong."
"Isn't the fault with those racial discriminators?"
"Indeed, theoretically, it's that racist ticket clerk's fault. However, his mistake was attributed to all whites, sparking racial conflict, evolving into a complex social issue that identifying a single person's mistake can't solve."
Stark sighed, recalling Miles' words. The anti-racial discrimination legislation has been in effect for decades, yet certain unwritten social rules remain unchanged. The unresolved conflicts and tensions always persist.
"Precisely because of those complexities, everyone seeking trouble starts in the Bronx District." Jarvis spread his hands, saying, "This will deteriorate the district's condition, subsequently attracting more disorderly elents, forming a vicious cycle."
"So what do you think should be done? Implent racial segregation?"
"Don't be sarcastic, sir." Jarvis said, "We mustn't backtrack in history. Solving the Bronx District's problems is straightforward."
"Then go ahead and tell how."
"Copying howork." Jarvis pulled a book from behind him and said, "Pietro brought this back from Hong Kong."
Stark took it, the cover had Chinese characters he couldn't understand, but below was a line of English, reading "A Century of Hong Kong."
Stark flipped through it, discovering it was a bilingual book. He skimd its table of contents, appearing to primarily discuss the history of Hong Kong.
"Do what advanced artificial intelligence should do." Stark said, "Summarize the most important content of this book."
"The whole book is important." Jarvis smiled a bit, saying, "You can focus on the sections about security governance; even just copying half could solve the Bronx District's difficulties."
Stark frowned while scanning the book, seemingly skeptical. He said, "The East and the West are always different. Do you think I don't want China's efficiency here? The problem is our lagging infrastructure can't support the new systems..."
"Just have a look and you'll see." Jarvis said, "Last century's Hong Kong and the Bronx District's situation are actually quite similar—ethnic mixing, rampant gangs, and ever-erging security issues..."
Stark closed the book, saying, "I'll take a look back ho."
"You can also consult Doctor Schiller if necessary." Jarvis added, "He has many friends in Hong Kong, or Dr. Strange, he knows people from the Hong Kong Temple well."
"You've successfully chosen the two people I least want to approach." Stark rolled his eyes slightly.
"Don't be like that, sir." Jarvis said, "This is serious business. You wouldn't open the box when doing experints, but if the whole building is on fire and you run out hugging the box, he'd still thank you."
Stark's eyes twirled as he said, "Just to see if there's a cat in the box by setting the whole building on fire doesn't sound too good, does it?"
"Quite the contrary." Jarvis shrugged and said, "Doctor Schiller used to do exactly that. The Bronx District's issue will be resolved eventually, why shouldn't it be this ti?"
"Alright." Stark shook his hands, gradually clenching them into fists, then stood up saying, "In case we all can't make it out..."
"I won't mock you, sir." Jarvis said, "After all, I'm just a cleaning robot."
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