[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Peter Parker felt like a poor little boy.

Since choosing to put on the mask and become a hero, he has put his own safety at risk and is serious about being a "good neighbor in New York."

As a result, he recently became an Avengers reserve and started various trainings. He didn't even have much time to be a good neighbor. The last time he caught the little guy was a week ago. What kind of hatred does this "goblin" who suddenly appeared have against him? ah?

Peter was wronged.

Miss Zhanyi didn't know why, and she also lost her voice.

The laughing Green Goblin on the hoverboard kept hitting Spider-Man with pumpkin bombs.Those small and exquisite things are surprisingly powerful.

If this is a downtown area, I am afraid that there will already be casualties.

Norman Osborn's whole body was wrapped in armor, and he laughed unscrupulously.

Many people may have forgotten that behind his business talent, Norman himself is also a genius, which is why he can develop such a behemoth as Osborne Enterprises.

After Iron Man was born, many companies are researching his Mark Armor, even Osborn is no exception.The difference is that Osborne finally found another way, abandoning military equipment, only considering kinetic energy and defense, and made the armor he is wearing now.

Including the other equipment in his hand, plus the increased physical strength after the injection of the potion... These things made the poor little spider suffer a lot.

What's the situation?

Can you play hard?

He can fly and I can't. It's not fair!

Blocking the nearby signals, Norman, who only wanted Spider-Man, let out a wanton laugh. Through the voice changer of the mask, it was twisted and hair-raising: "Spider...spider! Give me back my spider... ..."

The little spider couldn't help complaining: "There are no spiders here, only humans. Although I am called Spider-Man, the focus is obviously on the 'man' at the back. Where did the spider come from and return it to you?"

The Green Goblin seemed to have a steady stream of weapons to throw out, but lost the disturbed battle suit and only had the basic defense function, and there were holes in it under the explosion.

Of course the call couldn't be made anymore, and Peter was worried about Harry, so he could only shout at the top of his voice, "—Lilith!"

The red-haired girl jumped out of the window, the mask covered half of her delicate face, her jaw line was graceful, and the corners of her eyes were squinting: "Here we come."

She can't fly, but also starts to interfere with the Goblin when he's preoccupied with Spider-Man.

The red-haired girl's equipment is negligible, and she is fighting the green goblin entirely by physical strength.The girl gave Peter a look, and the little spider quickly left during the battle and got into the villa.

He saw Harry with a trembling right hand, who wanted to inject the strange green liquid into his body.

He was haggard, somewhat insane, and even more dazed.

"Harry?"

The boy's already trembling hands trembled even more violently, the needle tip poked the inside of his wrist, and the red color overflowed in an instant.

"—Don't come here!"

Peter quickly took off the hood, revealing his messy head: "Harry? It's me, Harry."

"Don't come here! I said don't come here!"

For a moment, there was only silence in the room.

There was a fragile daze in the boy's eyes: "...It's over, Peter. I'm over."

"Harry?"

Harry stretched out his hand, the right hand holding the injection was trembling uncontrollably.

"Look? I'm sick."

He said softly: "The one outside is my father. You've seen him before. He looks like a ghost now. I'm going too."

"Don't be like this, Harry, there must be a solution, you...don't be impulsive, Harry..."

Peter racked his brains to comfort his friend, but the talkative Spider-Man found desperately that at this moment, he couldn't say anything useful.

The frenzied laughter outside stopped abruptly, and Peter watched Harry tremble all over, as if desperately accepting his fate, and wanted to inject the drug into himself.

"Harry don't—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the frail young man froze, closed his eyes, and fell into the arms of the red-haired girl.

Lilith looked at the long-winded Peter with a small look of disdain.

"What are you talking to him about so much, won't you do it directly?"

Lydia appeared instantly.Her eyes are a little bit high above the sky, but her movements are gentle enough.

She picked Harry up like a princess, found a fairly clean bedroom, and put him on the bed.

Spider-Man followed her, poking his head: "Is this outside... solved? Harry said it was his dad. I've seen Uncle Norman's, he wasn't like this before... Do you know what will happen to Harry? That , Green Goblin, he was thrown outside? Lilith?"

The red-haired girl clapped her hands, turned her head, and showed him a bright smile: "Guess?"

Peter didn't need to guess, because Mr. Stark's eerie voice sounded behind him.

"Baby in pajamas..."

"Mr. Stark!"

Iron Man laughed angrily at Peter who stood at attention in an instant but didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

"Stark, not Sis Stark," Iron Man opened his mask, looked at the little spider in a mess, rubbed his head, and then poked his forehead, "Go back and settle accounts with you. "

Peter's warm smell was tinged with grievance, and he kept looking at his little friend: "Harry, he..."

At the same time, Hawkeye also turned in.

"Osborn has some connection with S.H.I.E.L.D.," the part-time agent frowned, "Don't worry."

***

Lydia took a leave of absence from Mr. Edric and stayed in New York.

Peter was taken back by the Avengers, but Lydia was unorganized and could stay by Harry's side.

Both Osborns were sent to a hospital affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D., together with the remaining two regeneration potions, plus the materials and equipment hidden by Osborn's family.

Harry was knocked unconscious by Lydia, but his body was overly fatigued and exhausted during this period, so he finally got such a chance to rest, and fell asleep deeply on an IV.

Lydia moved a stool and sat on the head of his bed, looked at the dark blue color under his eyes, and sighed.

She was a little sad.

For Harry, and for myself.

The Green Goblin wasn't killed by Lydia, but she did. At the moment Norman lost consciousness, Lydia got the points she wanted, but she wasn't very happy this time.

The system didn't say anything other than reporting the points.

It was getting dark a little bit, and it was already evening.Lydia's cell phone was also running out of battery, so she had to put down the cell phone in a daze.

The hospital controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D. is just an ordinary hospital on the surface, but after entering through a separate door, there is an independent space dedicated to S.H.I.E.L.D. related personnel.

The three basement floors were not too big, and the hurried footsteps outside couldn't hide Lydia at all.

The faint scent of grass on Harry's body and the smell of disinfectant rushed into his nostrils. Lydia pushed open the door, stood in the corridor, closed her eyes, and listened carefully.

Her super power control is not very good, but it is improving anyway.When she gets serious, she can hear what she wants to hear.

She could hear the hum of machines, the terse conversations of paramedics, the zla of a pacemaker, and finally the announcement of death.

—Norman is dead.

It was a potion that was hastily reformed, and there were flaws in the original calculation formula.These two injections greatly developed Norman Osborn's body, and also accelerated his body's decline.

This is a potion that burns with life, and it targets the Osborne family's genes, the remaining two potions are the only ones.

Lydia opened her eyes, turned her head in a daze, and found that Harry had already woken up.

The originally gloomy temperament of the young man became completely gloomy this time.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling blankly, as if he was staring at the bugs staying on it, but he seemed to lose focus, and he was not looking at anything.

Lydia walked over slowly.

She pulled up a chair, sat down, and reached out to touch Harry's cold hand.

The left hand was motionless, and the transparent and cold liquid was entering his body along the infusion tube; while the right hand lying on the side was shaking uncontrollably.

"Harry?"

no answer.

There was a momentary silence in the ward, only the sound of ticking.

"Lydia..."

Harry finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, his twitching right hand was held by the girl's warm palm, and his left hand tightly grasped the clothes on his chest, making a ball, so hard that traces of tendons and bones could be seen, bright red blood entered against the needle Infusion tube, which dyes the transparent liquid pink.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"……Um."

"I see."

Harry said softly, and slowly let go of his hand, his eyes rolled stiffly, staying at the drops of the medicine liquid that fell one by one.

His right hand was still trembling, and even his body was trembling uncontrollably. His unrecovered body didn't have the strength to withdraw his hand from Lydia's palm.

He gave up.

Then, a suppressed hoarse cry sounded.

Transparent liquid accumulated in the eye sockets, then fell from the red corners of the eyes, fell into the hair, and smudged on the pillow.

His right hand trembled for a long time, and finally he squeezed Lydia's hand back.

"Harry?"

The young man turned his head, his red eyes slowly seemed to be looking for something, and finally slowly focused, his eyes rested on another pair of green eyes full of concern.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a pale and distorted smile.

"Lydia, he's dead," he said. "He's been saying he's going to die, and this time he's... really dead, leaving this mess, leaving, leaving... me alone..."

Like a wounded little beast, he could no longer bear the surging sadness and helplessness, propped up his body, hugged Lydia, and rested his forehead on the girl's shoulder.

"He has always disliked me as useless, disliked me ashamed, said that I am not worthy to be his son, he forced me to do things I don't want to do, he has been like this for a long time, this is a relief, I should - I should be happy! "The young man choked up, as if muttering to himself, "He said I hoped he would die...I didn't, I really didn't, he was my father, when I was young I would hug me and say 'you are my father's diamond' , I used to remember what I liked, and would buy me presents..."

The red-haired girl was stunned for a while, then slowly lowered her arms, and patted the boy's bent back with her palms.

A scorching liquid smeared on the shoulder.

"Lydia," he sobbed, "...I really don't have a father..."