harleyscars Chapter 190. I am Spider-Man, and also Peter Parker.
Chapter 190. I am Spider-Man, and also Peter Parker.
Chapter 190. I am Spider-Man, and also Peter Parker.
In a high-end coffee shop in New York.
Peter stirred the expensive coffee in front of him with a spoon, his eyes filled with pain. This cup of coffee cost a hundred dollars! He thought Mr. Stark should really investigate this shop; it was blatantly ripping people off with its prices.
He picked up his coffee, took a sip, looked at his friend's expectant face across the table, and finally swallowed it. This coffee was far inferior to that of Star of Light!
Peter put down his teacup, looked at his handsome, somewhat melancholic friend across from him, and said, "Harry, why did you suddenly treat me to such expensive coffee? Is there some good news to tell me?"
Harry sighed, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance, and said with a smile, "There's no good news. It's just that we haven't seen each other in a long time, so I wanted to get together."
He punched Peter on the shoulder: "You brat, you've forgotten about your brothers now that you have a girlfriend, haven't you? It's been so long since you contacted me."
Peter pretended to rub his shoulder and said with a grin, "How could I forget you? I'm currently in the honeymoon phase with Gwen, you know what I mean."
"Hmph." Harry took a sip of his coffee, dissatisfied. "Don't think I don't know, your game account was online 24/7 before."
"Ah, this—" Peter covered his head in embarrassment, "That's a special case, a special case, haha."
He quickly changed the subject, saying, "You must have something else to tell me today, right? Is it about a brotherly trip?"
Harry's eyes flickered as he downed his coffee in one gulp. He let out a long breath and said calmly, "Peter, perhaps this is the last time we'll see each other."
"Hey! That's it." Peter put his hands behind his head. "I know it'll be a new year in a few days, Harry, this joke is so outdated."
"Huh? Harry?"
Harry didn't play around with Peter as usual. Instead, he looked out the window with melancholy at the bustling crowd. Was he going to die before he had even experienced a normal life?
"What's wrong, Harry?" Peter waved his hand in front of Harry's face, suddenly having a bad feeling.
"I—I'm fine." Harry withdrew his lingering gaze and forced a smile.
Peter looked at Harry's forced smile, and his bad feeling deepened. Harry must be hiding something from him, but out of respect for his good brother, he did not intend to use his mind-reading ability.
Yes, after training on the Star of Light for so long, Peter has also gained the ability to read minds, but it can only read ordinary people; it cannot work on people who are slightly more extraordinary.
"Harry," Peter looked into Harry's eyes, "tell me, there's something you're hiding from me."
Harry couldn't look Peter in the eye. Thinking of his father's instructions, he felt it was a betrayal of his brotherly bond. "It's okay, really it's okay. I'm just going to study abroad. I was just kidding."
"Really?" Peter looked suspicious. His intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong, a big problem!
"Really." Harry nodded firmly, then stood up, put his arm around Peter's shoulder, and said, "Don't overthink it, let's go have some fun."
He then tried to pull Peter out.
"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't finished my coffee yet!" Peter quickly picked up the coffee and drank it all in one gulp. This was a hundred-dollar coffee.
Harry then dragged Peter along for a long time of fun, and the two didn't part ways until the waning moon rose and night fell.
After they parted ways, Peter changed into the night-time version of the Spider-Man suit, completely blending into the darkness. He hung far behind Harry, feeling that Harry was hiding something, and as his best friend, he felt it was necessary to go and see for himself.
Soon, Harry arrived at Osborne Building. He stood at the entrance for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, before slowly entering the building.
"Why are you going back to the company so late? What happened to Harry?" Peter asked, puzzled, calling out to Jarvis from inside the Spider-Man suit.
"Mr. Peter, is there anything you need?" Jarvis's voice came from inside the suit.
"I need to enter the Osborne Building. Could you please help me bypass the building's security measures without causing any unnecessary trouble? Thank you."
"I'm happy to help you, Mr. Peter. It's all done."
"Huh? It's done?" Peter was startled. The code was deciphered as soon as he finished speaking. What kind of efficiency is this?
"Okay—okay, thank you Jarvis."
"No need to thank me, I'm happy to serve the members of Star of Light."
Peter switched his suit to optical stealth mode and used his spider-sense to sneak towards Harry's location.
Soon, he arrived at a room with the door locked and two people inside.
Peter could sense that one of them was Harry, and the other was Harry's father, Norman Osborn.
However, according to the spider's senses, Norman's life condition was very poor, almost on the verge of death.
"What's going on?" Peter wondered, hanging upside down from the ceiling by the door, using his spider-sense to listen intently to their conversation.
"Harry, how did it go? Did Peter agree?" Norman asked weakly, lying on the hospital bed with various medical devices attached to his body.
"I..." Seeing his father's pained expression, Harry felt an immense pain in his heart. He slowly spoke, "Father, today is not the right time. Next time, I will definitely ask Peter for help."
Norman beckoned to Harry, gesturing for him to sit down beside him. Harry quickly stepped forward, grasped his father's hand, and felt an even greater sense of sorrow.
"Harry, cough cough—I know I haven't spent much time with you, but I feel I know you well, cough cough—"
"You didn't ask Peter, did you?" Norman stared at Harry, his cloudy eyes seemingly possessing a power that could see into people's hearts.
"I—I—" Harry lowered his head, not daring to look his father in the eye.
"You did a great job, kid, I'm so proud of you."
Harry looked up in surprise, expecting a scolding from his father.
Norman shook his head, gripped Harry's hand tightly, and slowly exhaled, his face regaining some color. "I've thought a lot these days. Peter has no obligation to help us, nor is he obligated to ask Stark for help. That was an opportunity he worked so hard for, and there's no need to lose it because of a possibility."
However, you'll have to walk your own path from now on. The second-generation potion I developed will also depend on you to perfect it. I wonder if this curse that has plagued the Osborn family for a lifetime will ever end?
Harry seemed to sense something; his lips trembled, large tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Just as he was wondering what to do, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ear.
"Hey Harry, lying to your brother isn't how brothers behave."
"Peter, what's wrong—Spider-Man?" Harry turned around and saw Spider-Man, not Peter.
Spider-Man retracted the mask from his suit, revealing a youthful face, and smiled gently: "I am Spider-Man, and also Peter Parker."
Parker.