Do You Know How Much My Dad Has Sacrificed!?
4: 04: Time Skip!
Do You Know How Much My Dad Has Sacrificed!?
Such an iconic look let Dean recognize the man on the motorcycle even from a single glance.
‘Holy crap!
Winter Soldier!’ The shock knocked a bit of the sleepiness right out of him.
‘If that’s the Winter Soldier on the bike, then the people in the car up ahead have to be Iron Man’s parents.’ ‘No way the timing is this perfect.
Is today actually the night Winter Soldier hits Howard Stark and his wife?’ Dean twisted his head and checked the clock on the dash: December 16, 1991, 22:25… ‘Yep.
Exact date Howard Stark dies in the movie.’ For a second his tiny face looked complicated as hell.
He had barely finished transmigrating and already walked straight into two major events: Homelander’s birth and the murder of Iron Man’s parents.
Was he actually the chosen one or what?
‘Whatever.
Since I already saw it… I’m going to sleep first~’ With that thought Dean shut his eyes and dropped into a deep infant sleep.
What, you think he’s going to jump in and save Iron Man’s parents?
Don’t be ridiculous.
He is a newborn baby.
Even with V5 in his system there was zero chance of pulling Howard and his wife out of the Winter Soldier’s hands.
And even if he somehow could, lighting himself up for HYDRA to notice would be the dumbest move possible.
The Osborn family looked powerful to regular people, but in front of a global monster like HYDRA they were just a slightly bigger grasshopper that could not jump very far.
So Dean’s smartest play was to treat the whole thing like a random side scene that never happened and forget it ever existed.
Right now the only job that mattered was getting a solid night’s sleep and waking up ready to start life as the young master of the Osborn family.
Eighteen years later… 2010, New York, a luxurious manor on the Upper East Side.
Zzzzzzz—!!
The crack of electricity rolled across the estate, but none of the maids so much as flinched.
They were long past being surprised by it.
Purple electricity split the sky and a figure dropped into the manor grounds.
“Young Master!” “Young Master!” … The purple electricity faded off Dean’s body.
Every maid pruning the flowers and lawns bowed slightly, sneaking looks at that face that still made hearts skip.
Dean was used to it by now.
Eighteen years in this world and from the moment he left that wrinkled newborn stage he had never spent a single day looking ordinary.
Most humans judged by looks, so from childhood straight through adulthood Dean had basically grown up drowning in “love.” As for exactly what kind of love… don’t worry about it~ He flashed the maids a quick blink of those charming eyes, grabbed his suitcase, and headed straight for the study in Osborn Manor.
Click— Inside the study Norman had been in the middle of a remote board meeting when the door got shoved open without warning.
He did not even need to look up to know who it was.
In the entire Osborn Manor, only Dean would dare walk into his study without knocking.
Norman rubbed his forehead like he already had a headache.
“Dean, I’m still in a meeting…” “Then do it next time.
I’ve got something more important.” Dean shrugged, strolled over to the desk with a completely casual face, spun the laptop around so the camera faced him, and gave the board members a warm smile.
“Uncles, aunts, I’m stealing a little of your time.
You don’t mind, right?” “We don’t mind at all, of course not.
Young Master Dean, whatever you need to discuss with Mr.
Norman comes first.
We’re in no rush!” “Ah yes yes yes, the matter we were discussing is not urgent at all, not urgent!” “Ah, I just remembered my grandmother is pregnant with her eighth child and wants me home, so I’ll log off first!” “Right, right, my parents are getting married today and asked me to host, so I’m out too!” … The second the board members on the call saw Dean’s face they acted like they had spotted a ghost.
Every single one scrambled for the lamest excuses imaginable and disconnected en masse.
Dean’s smile only got brighter.
“See, Dad?
No objections.” Norman: “…” “They would have to grow a spine first.
The last guy who had objections probably already has grass growing over his grave…” Even while he said it, the satisfaction and pride in Norman’s eyes when he looked at Dean were impossible to hide.
Dean waved it off like it was nothing.
“Who told that bastard Robert to team up with a few shareholders and try turning our research into military war weapons?” “Worst part is those assholes and the military tried to pin the whole mess on you so they could shove you out.
I made his private jet take a one-way dive into the Pacific.
That was me being nice.” “If you hadn’t stopped me back then, every shareholder he talked to would be swimming with that traitorous idiot Robert right now.” A flicker of leftover fear crossed Norman’s face.
“Yeah.
Good thing you caught Robert contacting the military in time.
If that guy had actually pushed the Super-Spider project into a military weapons deal, the one they would have framed for everything would have been me.” “Uh-huh.
That’s why I said we should have just electrocuted all those traitors on the spot.” Dean leaned on the desk and hummed.
Norman shook his head with a small smile.
“You little bloodthirsty punk.
They’re already scared shitless and won’t dare try any more schemes.
Sometimes the ones who are terrified make better tools.” Dean had no problem with that.
“Suit yourself.
The company is yours.
Do whatever you want with it.
I’ll just keep being the useless rich second-generation playboy.” Norman frowned hard at that.
“What do you mean the company is mine?
The company is ours.
Oscorp did not get this far because of me alone.
You have a massive share of the credit.” “If you hadn’t bought up every dumped Stark Industries share on the market twice—once when Tony Stark went missing two years ago and again when he came back—Oscorp would never have banked those huge profits.
We would still be choking on a capital shortage after the military pulled its funding.
Instead the whole Osborn Group leveled up.” “I already wrote my will.
When I die, every share of Oscorp goes to you and only you.
The future of Oscorp belongs to you, my son.” By the end Norman’s voice had gotten emotional.
Dean’s brow furrowed.
“A will?
Has your illness gotten worse again?”