[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Then I saw that sketch on your mobile phone." Peter said, "That's all."

Harry's eyes were looking in Peter's direction, but they were not focused, as if he was thinking about something.

"Do you think he's fine?" Harry asked. "He didn't dodge your questions, didn't he keep his past secret?"

"He said he grew up in Sokovia, served in the military, and told me a lot of military stories—"

"What about his family?"

"He told me he has no family, his parents are dead." Peter said. "That's what he told me," Harry said, "so that we can't ask him more questions, and he needs to hide all his information, which is the case with people who are not designated by him." Harry asked : "Did you know he's related to Spider-Man?"

"No." Peter said, "I don't know."

Harry didn't speak, he touched the skin around his face, glanced at the watch on his left hand, and smiled at Peter, "It's getting late, are you going to catch Stark's internship?"

"Well, yes." Peter said, he picked up his backpack, ready to get up.Harry also stood up and opened his arms towards him. They hugged, and Harry said to Peter: "When you look for a job in the future, don't forget about Osborne. I welcome you."

"That's still early." Peter laughed, feeling guilt gnawing at his heart.

Seeing Peter's figure disappear within his sight, the smile on Harry's face gradually disappeared. His hands covered his neck, which was covered by his collar, and a cyan color appeared on his skin. Horribly, there was even a rotting wound where the color was the most intense.

This morning he discovered the serious injury on his neck and the bruises that had spread to his face. He hurriedly called the doctor and was told that his condition had accelerated and that his life was only half a year away.

"Why?" he asked, "Isn't there supposed to be two more years?"

"I don't know either." The doctor said, his voice was calm, "Our judgment of your condition is based on your father, but each individual is unique, we can only say that you should be able to Two years, sorry, but this is a very complex, very nasty genetic disease."

"Go away," Harry said.

The doctor left, and Harry looked at himself in the mirror, a proud man, he thought, a man who was too confident, who had too much wealth and didn't enjoy their conditions, who was supposed to be galloping in love but damn it Falling in love with someone who doesn't care about all his advantages, and even tramples his sincerity underfoot; he should have inherited a huge empire but was sentenced to death here; now he has only one way to save himself, and he I don't even know if this method is useful, after all, he has seen the example of his father, the black and blue rotten face lying on the bed is still in front of his eyes; but he has no choice, he injects blood a second later, more likely to follow in his father's footsteps.

He thought of Peter before he was about to inject the blood from Helmut Zemo, and he found that if he didn't ask why his childhood lied to him, whether he was Spider-Man, he couldn't take the risk with peace of mind.So he went, and got an answer that made him skeptical but at least a little reassuring.

Now that Harry returned home, he opened the door to the basement, where he had all the useful tools he had brought from the company, and he saw the test tube containing Helmut Zemo's blood standing silently in front of him, and he After completing the preparations for extracting the serum, he can complete these procedures by himself, and he doesn't need anyone to intervene.

He put the serum into the needle tube and pointed the needle tube at the blood vessel next to him. Just before the injection, he hesitated.

He wants to survive because he realizes the beauty of the world, those friendships, loves and family affection that he can no longer get, he thinks of those magnificent scenery, those beauty that he has never experienced and that he wants to keep.If he was already doomed to lose Helmut Zemo, why did he still press Peter, who didn't understand anything, so viciously?Peter is not good at lying, last time he lied Harry felt keenly, this time he will not lie, he is not Spider-Man.Why should he be so mean to Peter?Peter is his friend.Everyone wants his money, his shares, those who can extract benefits from him, or keep cheating him, Peter is one of the few simple people.

He shouldn't be doing this, Harry thought.So he put down the syringe and walked to his cell phone. He dialed Peter's number, and Peter's nervous voice came later.

"Hey, Harry," he said.

"Hey, Peter." Harry rubbed his nose, "I want to apologize about this morning, I shouldn't have suspected you - I mean, why would you lie to me, right?"

"No, it's okay." Peter said immediately, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, and it feels uncomfortable to be deceived." When he said this, Peter's face was wrinkled, and his guilt became more intense, even Wants to tell Harry the truth right now - but he can't involve Harry in these things, he's not part of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's too dangerous, and he can't let Harry know his real relationship with Zemo, which hurts Harry even more.

"Goodbye, then," Harry said, and then, taking a deep breath, "Peter, you're my friend."

He hung up the phone, walked to the desk, picked up the needle, and injected the serum into his veins.

He didn't feel much at first, maybe the serum was gradually circulating throughout the body, he thought.

Then he felt a warmth in the wound, which he took joy in, taking it as a sign that the wound was getting better.He touched the wound, but he didn't feel the heat, which made him puzzled.But he didn't think too much. Immediately after the wound spread, his body began to heat up rapidly. The hot and painful feeling became more and more serious. He opened his mouth to breathe, and his heartbeat was extremely fast and still accelerating. A sense of dread filled his mind, and his blood seemed to start to boil—he couldn't help but cry out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He knelt down on the ground, intending to cool himself down with the cold ground. He began to tear his clothes, having the illusion that he was about to spontaneously combust. When his brain was tortured by the high temperature, he saw the refrigerator containing the serum in the corner of his vision. He stumbled and ran towards that side, but fell down again on the way. The strong desire for cooling prompted him to crawl towards the place with lower temperature. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and stretched out his hand towards the refrigerator——

He fainted.

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