[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Harry Osborn opened his eyes.

The yellow light in the basement shone on his face, and the refrigerator was still blowing cold air. He could feel the cool breath. He blinked and realized that he had woken up from a coma.

So he immediately sat up, looked at his hands, and hurriedly touched his neck and face, without any feeling, he looked at his arm - it had completely recovered, the arm was nearly pale in color - he laughed.

Ecstatic, he even laughed out loud.Immediately he rushed to the door of the basement, and to his bedroom, where he dismissed the housekeeper and servants, so that he was not questioned, and reached the huge full-length mirror.His clothes have been torn, so now he is half naked, his body can be clearly seen in the mirror - pale, but without any bruises, a healthy body, he sees the person in the mirror smiling at him and he smiled too—

"I'm cured," he said, "I'm totally cured, I'm healthy now, I can do whatever I want, I've got enough time—"

"Really?" said the man in the mirror.

Harry's smile froze, he tilted his head, looked at the person in the mirror, and suspected that he had heard wrong, which made him a little panicked.

"No, you read that right. I'm right here, I'm another you, another Harry Osborn." As if he could hear his thoughts, the person in the mirror smiled at him, with the same face as his With a sinister expression on his face. "Hello, me."

"Who are you?" Harry immediately looked left and right, he even stretched out his hand in front of the mirror thinking it was some kind of conspiracy, but his hand was blocked by the mirror.

Chill spread from his neck.

"I am you, a stronger, more decisive you, a better you." The person in the mirror narrowed his eyes and approached him. Out of fear, Harry took a few steps back, away from the person in the mirror even further.

"You're not me." Harry said word by word.

"Of course I am you. Isn't my face yours? Isn't my body yours? Isn't my mind yours?" The person in the mirror tilted his head and smiled at him.

Harry closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"I'm not an illusion, boy." The person in the mirror showed a smile mixed with tolerance and contempt, "Be brave to accept yourself, okay?"

Harry clenched his fists, the smile in the mirror grew wider, and Harry kept trembling, he felt the desire to vomit before he couldn't restrain himself, he picked up a vase on one side and threw it at the mirror.

The mirror shattered and the man disappeared.What was reflected in the fragments was the image of Harry Osborn himself. Harry tried to raise his hand, and the image also raised his hand.

He was gone, and Harry was relieved.

After a few seconds, he realized that he had to go to the company. Today was a working day. If he was absent for too long, he didn't know what the board of directors would say.He went down to the basement to get his cell phone, dialing a number as he walked up the stairs.

"I will arrive at the company in 10 minutes." He said to the secretary, "Has anyone looked for me?"

"Okay." He hung up the phone, and at that moment he heard a sneer behind him.His heart seemed to pause for a second. He turned his head and saw his shadow reflected on the glass across the living room.

No, it wasn't his shadow, it was the man, he smiled at Harry.

"What do you want?" Harry's voice trembled.

"It's nothing, I just want to laugh at our poor little Harry, the weak little Harry, you have to forgive the culprit when you are deceived, you have to swallow bitterness in your mouth when you give your heart, isn't it too painful? And it’s the pain you’ve brought on yourself, which is so ironic.”

"It's none of your business." Harry regretted the words, so dazzled by the panic that he could almost know how the other party would reply—"But I'm you, Harry. The other you That's all, the other side of your heart, you have to admit me." The man said.

He can't talk to him anymore, Harry thought, he already felt the anger against Aaron Vidic rising again in his heart, and it was stronger than ever, no, his name is not Aaron Vidic, he His name is Helmut Zemo.Realizing this, Harry felt his anger intensify again - he suppressed the roiling malice, turned and left the villa as if to flee, but the sneer still lingered in his ears, like some kind of spell.

It wasn't until he sat in the car that the voice disappeared, and he didn't dare to look at his own face in the glass.

That's not right, he thought, that can't be his split personality, the person in the mirror is not him, it must be because of the serum, it's not normal.He couldn't be influenced by that person, Harry told himself, banishing the image of Spider-Man's tragic death out of his mind, it wasn't him, he needed to see a psychiatrist.

Immediately after he arrived at the company, he called a meeting of senior management and asked them to personally report the latest company status.He was still young, and those bitches didn't agree with him - no, stop, Harry thought, they were cunning and wicked, but bitch was too inappropriate a word.

Fortunately, he gave them a bad start a few days ago and replaced one of them immediately to suppress those who were about to move.But the petty thinking about dealing with them still bored him very much. He looked at the guns placed by the desk for decoration, and wondered why he couldn't just take them out and hack them to death - of course not, they belonged to Osborne anyway staff, and killing people is a stupid thing to do.

"Why?" The man came again, smiling at Harry on the clean desk, "Why do you hold back your thoughts? This world doesn't need these idiots, think about it, their blood spattered on the spot How exhilarating the feeling will be, isn’t it because you don’t want to part with these pleasant feelings that you want to survive?”

"Shut up." He said softly and viciously.

"...Mr. Osborne?" The general manager who was reporting was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Harry looked up nonchalantly, "Go ahead, it's fine."

Peter went to squat in the Avengers Building as soon as school was over. Mr. Stark asked Happy to tell him that Zemo had been handed over to the court, but SHIELD was fighting for the court to save him from prison.For this, Peter is still very grateful.

"Can I see Mr. Zemo?" He asked happy, Mr. Stark is not in the Avengers Building now, he seems to be doing something in India, Peter dare not disturb him rashly.