[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"He's fine now, and he doesn't need anyone to worry." Black Widow sat down on the edge of the bar, "Now he's confessing which Hydras he killed—maybe we have something in common with you, Captain."

"Why would he want to kill Hydra?" Steve asked. "As far as I asked Tony, Hydra didn't do anything to him."

"I don't know, he probably hasn't confessed there yet. I'll ask him later." Black Widow said, Spider-Man became excited—"Are you responsible for interrogating Mr. Zemo? Miss Romanov?"

"No, I can just remind them. Avoid suspicion, boy." Black Widow said, at this time the captain glanced at the phone in his hand, and said to Black Widow: "Hawkeye is back from Amazon."

"It's lucky he wasn't tied up by the Amazon." Natasha smiled sharply.

"Amazon doesn't have female warriors, Natasha, that's an old legend." The captain said seriously, but then he laughed: "Yeah, he's lucky he wasn't tied up by Amazon female warriors."

Peter was sitting on the edge of the sofa when his cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the screen and felt a chill in his heart——Harry, Harry Osborn.

"Hey, Harry." He walked to the tarmac and connected the phone, and Harry's haggard voice was on the other end.

"Hey Peter," he said, "I think we need to meet up."

When Peter arrived at the cafe, Harry Osborn was already sitting on the seat, his face was expressionless, but there seemed to be a little unnatural blue color around his face, seeing Peter walking towards him, he walked towards him Show a smile.

"Hi, Peter," he said, "I ordered you a cup of cocoa, which is your favorite drink as far as I remember."

"Thank you." Peter smiled stiffly and got into the position, feeling that everything was not natural.

"Maybe you don't like drinking this anymore, it's natural, right?" Harry said, his eyes fixed on the coffee in front of him, and the stirrer slowly turned around the shape of the most central milk foam, " People change all the time, so do I, and so do you."

"Harry." Peter called his friend, but felt his throat was blocked, but he couldn't say anything else.

"You lied to me." Harry looked up, looking at him coldly, "You know who the person in the painting is, but you didn't tell me why."

"I just thought he looked familiar..."

"Don't lie to me again!" Harry said loudly, his face was almost ferocious, but he immediately restrained himself, calmed himself down, and said as calmly as possible: "So - your neighbor, isn't his name Ender Lie, his name is Helmut Zemo, right?"

He stared at Peter tightly, Peter clenched the cup in his hand, he opened his mouth, there were two roads in front of him, honesty or lies, and sitting opposite him was his little friend, his childhood friend, He didn't want to deceive the other party again.

"Yes." Peter said, with a dying courage, "Because I know that his identity may be very sensitive, I dare not say more. I have some guesses."

"So you like Helmut Zemo." Harry Osborn said, "And you are Spider-Man."

He said this very lightly, perhaps because he was afraid of being discovered, but Peter still heard it, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"What?" he asked cautiously.

"Why did Spider-Man come to my house on the afternoon you knew I knew Zemo, why Spider-Man is so similar to your body shape, height, fat and thin, there can't be so many coincidences in the world, right? Harry looked at Peter, as if trying to force Peter into the chair with his eyes.

Peter swallowed.

"No," he said, determined to keep it a secret, "I'm not Spider-Man, yes, Helmut Zemo is my neighbor, I know him, I used to like him. But I have nothing to do with Spider-Man .”

"So you're going to tell me that Helmut Zemo is a heartthrob, everyone likes him, you, me, Spider-Man from somewhere—is that so?" Harry clenched his fists, His fists were placed on both sides of the table, trying to oppress Peter with a strong posture of control, but his red eyes and the looming blue around his face made him look sick.

"Helmut is a nice guy, and I wouldn't be surprised if anyone liked him," insisted Peter.

Harry Osborn was silent, he looked at Peter, Peter felt the coolness behind his back spread to his mind, but he still straightened his back, not letting himself show any flaws.

"I wish I could trust you, Peter," Harry said at last, as if sentencing, "You're my friend. If even you lied to me, I really don't know who else I can trust. Now, Tell me - are you Spider-Man?"

Peter felt that time had stopped at this moment, and he shook his head slowly.

"No, I am not."

Harry settled into his seat, looking more relaxed, but the expression on his face was not pure trust.

"I'm glad," Harry said, "Come to lunch with me?"

"No, no need." Peter said, "I have to go to Stark Industries for an internship very early in the afternoon, and I'm a little busy recently."

"That's right, I heard that their stealth plane is about to be produced, and they really need all kinds of help." Harry picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and smiled at Peter.

"How did you and Zemo meet?" he asked.

"It's about the neighbor. He did a little favor for Aunt May. Aunt May invited him to dinner at home, and then we got to know each other. He and Aunt May have a good relationship. Sometimes he would come to my house for dinner-because he didn't Any family members seem to be very upright and trustworthy, and he is indeed such a person, so Aunt May often invites him to the house."

"Is he trustworthy?" Harry asked back.

"Yes, he is indeed very trustworthy, he is reliable in everything he does, and he has always been very good to us." Peter paused, "Then he moved away, and a few people like secret agents came over the next day. Check his information, I guess his identity must be very special."

"And you never got in touch with him?" Harry asked.

"No." Peter shook his head. "His mobile phone number has been unavailable since the day he left, and all contact methods have failed. I—I was very sad at that time."

It was true, and Peter was very sad.

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