Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

If Harry was upset and confused because of fear and worry before, then now, when he saw his father flying in directly from the window on the third floor, wearing a strange armor, He was completely confused.

"What on earth happened! What on earth...I..."

Harry was speechless, standing by the window with broken glass, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

That guy wearing a strange armor and a mask is definitely his father Norman, but...

Wait, wait a minute! That mask!

Some fragmented memories flashed back in his mind, and Harry recalled with surprise that he had seen that mask before, somewhere... News!

On the news! It's a violent criminal, it's a super criminal, it's the Green Goblin!

The Green Goblin is my dad? !

Harry felt as if someone had inserted a stick into his head, stirred it up several times, and turned it into a mess. He seemed to have many ideas, but couldn't find any clues. He seemed to have a lot to say. , but could not utter any worthy words.

He just stood there stupidly, with his mouth wide open, like a helpless and miserable passerby lost on the midnight street.

"Harry!"

At this moment, a call that seemed to come from a very far away place pulled Harry out of the confusion and into reality.

He saw the man with the mask of fear...his father rushing towards him, ran into his arms, and pushed him hard.

He heard his father say to him softly in a familiar tone: Forgive me, Harry.

Then, he felt a huge force pushing on his chest and pushing him out of the window.

He saw that everything in sight was constantly retreating away from him. He saw that his father seemed to be looking at him through a mask, and then turned around and stopped in front of the window.

"……Father……"

"Harry!"

All this happened in just ten seconds, and Harry had no time to think more. He just felt difficulty breathing and a strange feeling of weightless falling.

So, will I fall to death? Is there some kind of grass growing downstairs or...

Harry's eyes were still on the high window sill, and he vaguely heard someone calling his name again.

Then, there was a strong impact and a strong hug.

Someone floated sideways from a distance and caught him before he fell.

"Spider-Man?!!"

When Harry came back to his senses, he was already standing on the ground. Of course, immediately after, his legs gave out and he sat on the wet soil.

What happened today? The strangely familiar but unrememberable perverted murderer and the terrifying criminal Green Goblin became his biological father. And now, Spider-Man also appeared in his house and called out I learned his name and saved his life. This is all...

and many more……

"You know me? Do you know who I am?"

Harry's first thought was that maybe Spider-Man came for that scary black trench coat. Then he thought that Spider-Man and the Green Goblin seemed to be enemies, and he now knew that the Green Goblin was his father. Finally, his thinking suddenly became extremely clear, agile, and smooth, and he had a bold idea.

"You know me, so is it possible that I will know you too."

Harry gasped slightly and looked up at the silent Spider-Man in front of him.

"I know you, I definitely know you! Who are you!"

"Is it really that important, Harry?"

Spider-Man finally said the first thing he said after arriving here besides calling his name.

"Whether I know you, whether you know me, who I am, who your father is, does it really matter, Harry."

A look of pain flashed across Harry's face, followed by more confusion and fear. He turned his head and looked at the place where he fell, his eyes slowly becoming firm.

"Correct."

He stood up and said heavily and extremely seriously: "It's really that important. I don't know what's wrong with the world, or if it's just me who has the problem, but I don't want to live in a mystery woven by huge lies.

I want to know, why, what, I want to know, who are you! "

At this time, Spider-Man also became silent. After a long time, he whispered: "Okay."

Raising one arm, Spider-Man put his hand on the back of his neck, slowly took off his mask, revealing a grimace smile.

"Harry, it's me."

"Peter..."

Obviously, even though there were some guesses in his mind, and even though in such a dark night, Harry's sensitivity to sounds allowed him to guess some of the truth, but when he really saw under the mask, under the hood of Spider-Man, When the face of his best friend Peter Parker was revealed, Harry still couldn't bear it and sat back on the ground again.

"Harry, I don't want to explain too much to you, because obviously we're going to have a conversation later, a long conversation, and by that time I'm sure you'll understand it all.

But now..."

Peter Parker put the mask back on his face and became Spider-Man again: "I think I should leave for a while, otherwise..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Harry understood what his brother meant.

otherwise?

Otherwise I will lose my father! !

........................

The conversation was going on downstairs. A pair of best friends, brothers with different surnames, were making difficult choices and dealing with some problems. But upstairs, the two of them were not fighting as fiercely as the two people downstairs had guessed. .

To explain, it's very simple.

When Norman pushed his son downstairs and chose to face the terrible enemy Roland alone, he rushed up and was knocked to the ground by Roland a few times, clutching his broken arm in pain. , struggling to get up, holding on to Roland's trousers, and being carried by Roland all the way to the edge of the window sill.

This is what just happened.

"Look, Norman, it seems that your son did not fall to death, but there is still a person down there, and your son is in his hands."

"Let him go, let him go! He doesn't know anything!"

Norman was anxious. He endured great pain, climbed up from the ground, shook his body, stood in front of Roland again, stretched out his arms, and blocked the window.

"My son doesn't know anything. I did everything myself. I...I have money. I can give you money! Company! I can give you the company! I just ask you to let my son go. He is really I really don’t know anything..."

"what."

Roland found it very interesting, because Norman seemed to have always been such a person, and he had always had such a personality. Whenever there was danger directed at his son, he would put on this so-called father-son love show, what the hell. Forbearance, sacrifice, sacrifice...

But as long as someone nods, Norman will change his mind on the spot.