[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"I don't agree with this marriage!!"

Petra was startled, the document bag on her lap slipped directly to the ground, and the U disk caught inside also flew out, hitting the table leg, making a crisp sound.

The moment she heard the voice, she had already recognized Tony.The first reaction was that her going to Osbourne to inquire about the news was exposed, and she jumped up in a hurry to pick up the file bag and put the USB drive back.

"Mr. Stark?" The surprise on Gwen's face flashed, and then he smiled easily, "You are so interesting."

The subtext seems to be, a lot of old people can still play tricks, which is amazing.

He whispered to Petra again: "In comparison, we Mr. Osborne are too serious, like an antique."

Tony: "..."

Hello.

Is it okay to speak ill of the boss behind his back?

"Yes." Petra nodded vigorously, "Mr. Stark is very humorous!"

I don't want to be praised by you at this time, okay?

"What are you doing here?"

Tony took off his sunglasses, and in an instant, there were exclamations all around: Oh my God, Iron Man!

The young girls held up their phones one after another, and Petra froze, bewildered, in a flash of blinding flashes.After the big ups and downs, her heart was beating fast, and she guessed that Tony might just pass by, and she finally calmed down gradually.

Gwen still didn't change her face, and replied calmly: "A date."

Just say it like that? !

Petra immediately turned her head back, her expression a bit astonished.

Tony was originally looking at Petra, but after hearing this, he stingily gave him a little look.

She has light blonde short hair, slightly curled to cover her ears, and a pair of deep, gentle blue eyes—according to Friday's information, this is indeed Petra's favorite type.When looking at each other, her gaze will stay for more than two seconds longer than usual.

Also very good at talking.

He clicked his tongue in his heart, and felt that Gwen looked a little familiar, maybe there was such a person in the foundation.Or maybe not, but most of the high-spirited and outstanding students look the same.

The young Miss Parker has never said anything, or expressed her opinion, but based on past data analysis, she doesn't have much interest in communicating with those beautiful idiots. Her social circle is quite narrow, even in school, adding a few In this club, she still has only a few elite students who are regarded as "different" by most classmates-nerds or freaks.

But this Gwen Stacy is different from her friends.

Not only is he good-looking and has excellent grades, but he also knows how to like people-you can guess how many friends and followers he will have in school without doing any special research.

Tony has seen many such students.

——Such a boy who obviously has no shortage of suitors actually fell in love with this humble kid from his family?

Tony raised an eyebrow, a little skeptical.

"A date... sort of," Petra said sweatingly.

She didn't know why she was sweating, and she always felt something was wrong, but after thinking about it, it might be because she didn't have much "dating" experience.

She collected herself and introduced to Tony: "This is Gwen Stacy, Mr. Osborne's assistant. We are-"

"I know." Tony's expression was unpredictable, "Is that why you want to change jobs?"

"I've said it all, I never thought of changing jobs!" Petra was a little mad, "Gwen and I are just...just friends, that's all?"

She looked to Gwen for help.Their experience at the Osborne Building that day could be described as thrilling and full of twists and turns, but she didn't want Tony to know, so she could only try to wink at him, hoping that he would cooperate with her to get things over.

Gwen was taken aback, and replied: "Well, yes. I think Mr. Stark won't interfere with the normal friendship of employees, right?"

"Of course not." Tony said, put on his sunglasses again, looked at Petra, and urged unceremoniously, "Have you finished eating? It's time to go back to work."

The attitude of driving people aboveboard.

Petra looked across, and Gwen nodded with a smile: "Go, go, let's talk another day."

He said, and stood up: "I'll pay the bill."

Tony was about to turn around and leave, but stopped and looked back at him.

Petra trotted to keep up with Tony, who was striding away, and whispered, "I haven't paid the bill yet."

"What?" Tony asked in surprise, confused, "Why, are you still going to have an AA with someone else?"

"Isn't that so?" She was also confused.

"...That's why you haven't had a relationship since you were in high school, Miss Parker." Tony said with a complicated expression and earnestly said. "Sometimes, it's not a matter of principle to properly accept other people's kindness."

Petra seemed to understand something, but she still didn't quite understand: "But no one treated me before? No one gave me a gift."

"Really?" Tony obviously didn't believe it.

Petra thought hard: Flash once showed off a new set of Lego toys in front of her, saying that he had as many of these things as he wanted at home. Is this a hint?

- Doesn't it count? ?

Happy parked the car on the side of the road, saw them coming, got out of the car to help open the door.

After closing the car window, Petra could still hear the whispers of pedestrians on the side of the road, quietly wiped off her sweat, and still felt very uncomfortable with this kind of attention-grabbing life.

"Good eyesight." Tony looked out the car window. Gwen came out of the dessert shop and walked into the distance. He retracted his gaze and commented, "However, I didn't expect you to look for it outside the school, and you are still older than me." , I thought you would like those in the same grade."

"No, he's only two years older than me... er, three years old?" Petra said with some uncertainty, "Rounding up is the same age!"

"Don't be nervous." Tony seemed to have changed his attitude at this time, "I have no objection to your puppy love-my God, this tone sounds like my father's."

He sighed, quickly reflected on himself, and said: "Life is so long, it is always good to have more experience."

"..." thought Petra, yes, when it comes to experience, who can beat you?

"What did you say?"

"nothing!"

Tony crossed his legs, and continued leisurely: "But Osborne is our partner and competitor. You are dating this little Mr. Stacy, but be careful not to reveal business secrets. Look at that kid, It's not hard to coax a girl around..."

"Gwen's not like that," Petra said disapprovingly.

"Well, I'm just reminding you. Even if he's not, you have to be careful of others." Tony said earnestly in the tone of someone who has experienced it, "Your status is not what it used to be now."

Petra nodded half-understood, sat blankly for a while, suddenly raised her head, suddenly realized: "Actually, are you talking about yourself, Mr. Stark? You used to be like this—"

"No! Shut up." Tony said sternly.

"Oh." She lowered her head again.

The car continued to drive smoothly, and Petra quietly looked over from the corner of her eye, meeting Tony's profile.He seemed a little melancholy and haggard. He must be busy with work and didn't have a good rest.

Well, she actually understood why Tony was angry.I must have thought that she was wandering outside because she didn't go to work these days. Think about it, if you work hard to move bricks, but your employees go out to play with others, who would be happy-but it's not!She was just caught by Strange to make up after-school lessons!

"Okay, okay." Tony seemed to be aware of her peeping, but he didn't get angry, and instead comforted her, "Don't you want to know why I was in a hurry to find you back?"

"Huh?" She didn't understand, and blinked her eyes.

"The spider suit is made, don't you want to see it?" He said it quite lightly.

After hearing this, Petra's eyes lit up immediately, her waist straightened, her previous depression was swept away, and no matter whether it was Gwen or Osborne, they seemed to have been left behind: "Wow, I want to watch! "

Oh, Gwen, right?

Tony pushed his sunglasses proudly, thinking.

Oh, childish.

Happy drove with a blank face.

Strange stepped into the library one step at a time, the cloak tugged on him lightly, and his steps stopped immediately.

In the huge room, there were dozens of tall and simple bookshelves. Between the aisles, white cobwebs connected them together. A figure jumped from one end to the other, which gave Strange a headache.

"What are you doing again?"

Petra fell from mid-air, sat dangling in the middle of the elastic net, and said excitedly: "I'm watching the epic battle of the dark elves! It's so handsome! Doctor Strange, do they really exist? "

The supreme mage rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.

"Just call me Stephen."

"Yes, Doctor Stephen."

"...Forget it." Strange walked forward slowly, "Which book are you reading?"

Petra revealed the cover, and he glanced at it, a little surprised: "The World Tree... where did you find it?"

"The bookshelf inside." She pointed behind her. "It's full of spider webs. Hasn't Mr. Wang come to clean it for a long time?"

"Hey, he's never cleaned it before." Strange snorted lightly. "In the past, magic apprentices were in charge of this place. Master Ancient One never physically punished students, but only made them do voluntary labor... I told you before. As I said, there was a mage who hated sweeping the floor and thought it would dirty his beautiful hair, so he took a group of people to defect to the Dark Lord."

"...I don't remember you saying that's the reason?" Petra said suspiciously.

"You remember wrong." Strange didn't change his face.

"So you're trying to trick me into cleaning?"

"Yes."

"really!!"

She was so angry that she jumped up from the net, turned over and stood on the ceiling with her hands on her hips, and said loudly: "I don't sweep the floor! I don't want to read anymore, I want to go out to play!"

The mage stooped condescendingly to pick up the "World Tree" she had thrown on the spider web, wiped off the heavy dust with his fingers, looked at it for a while before opening the cover, and said thoughtfully: "The battle of the dark elves It happened 5000 years ago. The earliest writing on the earth was cuneiform, and it was not enough to record such a complete story at that time..."

"So it's made up?"

He shook his head: "Not necessarily. I just want to say that the author of this book may not be from Earth. I don't know what happened, so that this book fell to Earth, and then it was collected by mages."

"But it's written in Latin." Petra groaned, "Do aliens understand the language of the earth so well? Could it be that there are actually many intelligent life forms from outer space hidden around us, and they have lived here for a long time? , it’s just... we don’t know yet? Or was it kept secret by the government?”

"It is indeed impossible for ordinary aliens to be so familiar with Latin." Strange said, "But, have you forgotten? Your neighbor from Asgard—"

"An Asgardian?" Petra was surprised.

He nodded: "That's right, according to the records of the World Tree, it was Odin's father who fought against the dark elves."

Petra scratched her head: "Wait, isn't Odin the father of the gods? Isn't he—"

"It's not the origin." The mage corrected, "The earliest ancestor of the gods was Buli, and his son Bao'er is the father of Odin."

"..." This relationship is messy.

Petra tried to organize her thoughts: "So...the Ancestor of the Gods is the...grandfather of the Father of the Gods?"

"Please, haven't you read Norse mythology?" Strange rolled his eyes, and then he left the book and looked at the little Spider-Man on the ceiling.

Seeing this, he was a little surprised: "Won't you feel dizzy when you read like this?"

"No." She waved her arms to show her comfort, "I'm used to it."

"Thank goodness you're in Karma Taj, don't go out and scare people," he sighed.

The local time difference between Nepal and New York is nearly ten hours. Petra was still sunny in the afternoon after school. It was already cold midnight in their place. The apprentices had already gone to bed, and she and Strange were the only ones left in the house. The two are still awake.

Strange thought she was too noisy, sometimes he would let her go back early, sometimes he would simply stay after dinner before leaving.

"Have you finished this book?" He closed the book and shook it, "Take it back and read it again, we're going back."

"So fast?" Petra was overjoyed, jumped down from the ceiling, and patted the dust off her body, "Let's go, let's go, I'll treat you to a hamburger!"

Strange put the book into her arms and warned, "Take it, don't let others see it."

"Yeah," she nodded solemnly, "don't worry, my aunt never touches books she can't understand."

They walked back down the corridor side by side.

Petra still has a lot of questions: "Is "The Tree of the World" really written by Asgardians? So the dark elves exist?—Will they come back one day?"

"They have already returned, three years ago." Strange said as he walked, pushing open the door leading to the New York Temple, "You were still young at that time, but you should have an impression. Because every 5000 years the celestial bodies Convergence, the boundaries of the Nine Realms are blurred, time and space are distorted, and Malekith's spaceship appears in Greenwich through the wormhole..."

"There are alien spaceships visiting the earth every year." Petra complained, "I don't remember which time it was-you said, Malago... what?"

"Kids, don't swear." Strange taught seriously, "I'm talking about Malekith, the lord of the dark elves."

Petra: "I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand it completely. Sol, the son of Odin, has driven Malekith away from the earth, and they won't come back. But—" he changed the subject, thoughtfully, "Celestial Convergence It is still a hidden danger to the earth. The nine countries are ruled by the domain of the gods, and it cannot be ruled out that there are people who have bad intentions for the earth. Do you remember when Sol left?"

"At the end of January."

"Did you say when you'll be back?"

Petra shook her head.

"Forget it then." Strange thought to no avail, and temporarily put the question aside, "I hope it's not what I thought."

Through the portal of time and space, they returned to the Holy of Holies in New York.After agreeing to treat guests, Petra turned on her mobile phone to search for nearby restaurants, but found that there were guests in the sanctuary.

"Didn't the owl contact you for something?" Strange stood on the stairs with his chest folded, condescendingly watching the little English witch step into the entrance with a bag of takeaway. "You think this is an amusement park, don't you?"

"No." Harry replied innocently, she stretched out her hand, and the snow-white owl landed on her arm, combing its feathers gracefully, "I followed Hedwig and found that Petty is here with you. Hey!"

"Look for me?" Petra emerged from behind the mage, her eyes sparkling, "Did you find anything else?"

"I found that you were not allowed to go." Strange grabbed her by the collar and dragged her back, holding her in place, then looked at Harry, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"About the Osborn Building." Harry looked at Petra, nodded slightly to her, and continued, "We found Norman Osborn's secret laboratory."

"Really!"

This time, Strange didn't stop her, Petra jumped down the stairs and rushed forward: "How did you find out?"

"Foreign aid." Harry replied honestly, without taking credit at all, "I have a friend who is Muggle-born, and she is very smart. Through the information Stacy gave, she quickly found the blank part of the interior design …Following the search, it should be a secret elevator, leading to the top floor and the tenth floor respectively.”

After listening, Strange nodded, "It's really smart. If she didn't go to Hogwarts, she should be able to go to an Ivy League college."

"Let's not talk about it now." Harry lifted the takeaway bag, "I guess you haven't had dinner yet, are you together?"

"Very good." He nodded reservedly, accepting the kindness.

It can be seen that although the Supreme Mage and his sanctuary look a little poor-emphasis, "a little"-the dusty robe he wears all year round seems to have no spares to replace, but he I, from my behavior, can clearly see that I was pampered before.

He doesn't care how much money he spends, and he is also very particular about food, with a high vision.Harry bought Italian food and ate with Petra while listening to him criticize the unbearable taste of British food.

After speaking, he proudly announced: "Then I broke up with my girlfriend. It was so good, I don't have to live with it anymore."

"..." Harry.

"..." Petra.

Damn, you were dumped, right? !How proud are you!

As Petra and Harley left Brick Street together, she was heard to say: "A lot of great wizards end up alone."

"Really?" Petra asked respectfully.

"Some are self-chosen. For example, when I was young and ignorant, I met... a scumbag. After being deceived by my feelings, I saw the world and devoted myself to the magic business." Harry paused.

"For example, Voldemort, he doesn't know how to love at all, how could he fall in love with others?" She sighed, "But since Lockhart's nonsense book has sold well all over the world, many Muggle children think he is so cool and so pitiful. Every year There are many people trying to find a way to send letters to the Ministry of Magic, asking if they can influence the Dark Lord... there are still many women who are willing to volunteer, can you imagine!"

"……cannot."

"I can't either." Harry gradually calmed down, looked into the distance, and lowered his voice, "When I was at Hogwarts, there was a boy I liked..."

"and after?"

"He was killed by Voldemort."

Petra was silent.

Harley's tone was flat, as if she was talking about something far away, but she could hear a little tiredness: "So I can't stop. When everyone thought I was crazy, I knew I wanted to talk to him Confrontation. When each of them wanted to treat me as a savior, I also knew that with my own strength, I couldn't do it at all... But I must do it. Professor Dumbledore is no longer here, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​falling apart... But fortunately, I still have friends, and Sirius."

Her voice gradually merged with the night and disappeared into the air.

The street lamps dragged their shadows very long, Petra looked into the distance, at the end of the road, there was a faint figure of a man.He is tall, with a thin figure, and he looks taller and taller. His black clothes make him fit into the dark background almost perfectly.

"Someone is coming to fetch you," Petra said softly.

"Yeah." Harry stopped and looked at her, his beautiful green eyes lit up again, and smiled slightly, "Let's catch the bad guys together tomorrow, shall we?"

Petra's eyes lit up, too.

"A word is settled!"

In the evening, Petra called Gwen and said that she would return the study materials he had borrowed.

"Huh? Me, I've been free in the company recently, and I'm free these few days." Gwen heard the sound of pages turning, and it was very comfortable to listen to his gentle voice, "Want to come out to play? Is your preliminaries starting soon? I think it's the end of this month, right?"

Very well, Gwen is not going to the company.Petra writes in a notepad.

"Well, if it goes well... I think there should be no problem, but I still want to review it a few more times."

When she said this, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous, bit her lip, and retreated.

"That's fine. I can help you take a look. I'm quite sure about the biology competition questions."

"Gwen." Petra took a deep breath.

"Huh? I'm here."

"Friday...afternoon, are you free? I liked the cakes from that shop last time, can you—"

The first time she took the initiative to invite her, her heart beat fast and her mind roared. It took a long time to react, and Gwen agreed.

"Okay." There was an obvious smile in his voice, very brisk, "I also really want to go again. However, there is an exhibition in the aquarium on Friday, have you seen the notice? The organizer has invited O Spencer is at the show and I'm going with Mr Osborne, will you come?"

Dessert shops are generally girls' favorite places to go.

Boys who are gradually becoming mature will feel a little uncomfortable just walking into such a place full of pink decorations.If they didn't want to accompany their female companions, they would never set foot here easily.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.The young girls in their seventeens and eighteens giggled and talked through the windows about the boys passing by.Then, with the crisp sound of wind chimes, their laughter and movements stopped abruptly.

A young man walked in.Rather than calling him a "man," he might as well be a "boy."His face is between the boundaries between adults and teenagers, and the youthfulness and immaturity are gradually fading away, replaced by maturity and stability, but without losing the vigor and spiritual power of youth.

The point is, he's handsome.

The girls stared at him fascinatedly, until they got closer, and it would be too rude to stare any longer, then they smiled and concealed their gazes, then whispered to each other.

Are you here for an appointment?they guessed.

But unexpectedly, his gaze went straight to the counter, past the surrounding seats.The waiter who came back with the teacup hurried up a few steps to meet him.

"Hi, is takeout available here?" Gwen asked politely.

"OK."

He picked up the menu card and announced a few names.The waiter wrote it down, and then said: "Please wait a moment, these are all made fresh. The cooking time in the kitchen is 15 minutes. If it is convenient, you can wait there - it is all packed and taken away, right? "

She looked at the guest curiously, and had several guesses in her mind.

"In addition, the best time to taste the lava cake is within half an hour. If it exceeds the time..."

"Well, thank you."

The girls in the booth by the window watched Gwen sit down and encouraged each other.

"Are you going to ask for a number?" one asked.

"I don't dare." The other said, "Such a good student...will definitely ignore us."

Community college girls are a little wistful.

"Go and try, he seems to have a good temper."

One of them was experienced and finally stood up, encouraged by his peers.She took out her mobile phone, held it in her hand, and was about to go out when another gust of wind rang.

She glanced subconsciously.With just one glance, she was completely taken aback.

God——

A group of people are dumbfounded.

Tony Stark!A famous playboy would come to this kind of place? ——Could it be that you are tired of those fashionable girls and decided to change your taste?

No, his target is not these young girls in the store, and it is equally clear, as soon as he enters the door, he goes straight there.

Tony seemed to flip through the menu cards very skillfully, the waiter at the counter covered his heart with red eyes, thinking about finding a discarded bill as a signature board, only to hear him ask: "Do you have- —”

The dessert maker in the back kitchen came out and put the packaged cake on the table.

The waiter came back to his senses: "Sir, your things are ready."

Tony turned around and met Gwen's gaze.

Oh wow.

The Playboy raised an eyebrow.What a coincidence.

"What a coincidence." After being surprised, Gwen quickly showed a quite professional smile, "Mr. Stark, do you also like sweets?"

"Hmm." Tony said nonchalantly.

He is a loyal lover of junk food, yes, but he has not been to every store in New York, such as this one, because when he passed by, he suddenly remembered that Petra said he liked it here when he came last time pudding.

...He just came to taste it, that's all.

After meeting their eyes briefly, they each moved away.

Gwen took the packed bag, ready to say goodbye and leave.Tony didn't say a word, watched him walk past, then stopped suddenly.

"Mr. Stark." Gwen said tentatively, "You seem to care about Petty."

Tony glanced at the waiter behind the counter, who immediately gave up on eavesdropping and backed away knowingly.He just said: "Of course, I don't want to have a right-hand man, but watch someone abducted."

"Haha, no." Gwen smiled. "Petty is young, but she has a clear direction, knows what she is doing, and is very stubborn."

Wow, you have only known each other for a few days, and you are so intimate with each other?

Tony pursed his lips, remaining calm.

"I like her very much." Gwen pondered for a while, then said softly, "I'm not sure if you have any... opinions on me, but don't worry. You may just underestimate Petty's popularity."

He smiled, his smile was like sunshine: "I will treat her well."

Tony was expressionless: "Oh."

After a pause, he said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not her father, and I won't mind these nosy things."

"I think so," Gwen said thoughtfully.

"I think..." Petra said slowly.

"What?" The red-haired boy's voice was low and hoarse.

"Mr. Osborne probably won't be able to go to the exhibition on Friday."

A moment of silence.

Harry responded, "Yeah..."

At 06:30, after get off work, the first wave of employees left the Osborne Building, and the lights below the [-]th floor were turned off one by one, leaving only a few rooms that were still on, with figures constantly flickering on the windows.

Eight o'clock, 08:30, and then nine o'clock.

Finally, the last batch of overtime workers turned off the lights and left the company.It's time to act.Harry tugged on the invisibility cloak, and winked at the other two. They walked forward quickly, and slipped in by the security gate while they swiped their cards to open the door.

"Hurry up and act separately." Harry arranged the plan, "Ron and I will go to the top floor, Petty, you go to the underground. If you encounter danger, give priority to your own safety, hit if you can beat it, and run if you can't - Remember to call for help in time."

"No problem." The two replied.

"And this." Harry took out a few pairs of earphones, saw Ron's surprised eyes, and elbowed them, "Do as the Romans do, understand."

Ron took it over and played with it: "How do you use this?"

"Put it on the ear, turn the switch on... we'll use this connection afterward."

In front of the elevator, Petra said goodbye to them, put on a mask and slipped out from under the cloak.

Referring to the map on her phone, she first clicked on the fifth underground floor.After going out, I stole a few things and walked into the archives.She thought it would take a lot of trouble to unlock the code, but she didn't expect that the door was not closed, and there was a crack.She looked at the position of the camera, avoided it carefully, slipped in through the crack of the door, and turned on the flashlight.

There may be some secret information stored in the archives, and there may be evidence of human experiments left by Norman.Harry turned around and heard Harry and the others' voices coming from the earphones.

The laboratory on the top floor of the Osborne Building was also closed. They went in and saw a lot of unpacked experimental equipment, but the data in the computer had been copied and deleted.

"They must have done something here...the smell is very strong." Harry pointed the flashlight at the empty glass cover, and found a few pieces of shattered glass in the corner. Suspicious fluids and fragments of test tubes arrived.

She and Ron looked at each other, unable to recognize what it was, so they could only take pictures first and continue walking inside.

"You have to be careful, there may still be someone left." Harry reminded.

"Yes." Petra agreed.

Not having much time, she flipped through them one by one, ten lines at a glance, and after reading roughly, she put it back to find the next one.Calculated by the year, the materials for the past year should be here... Her eyes fell on the bookshelf against the wall, and she pushed hard to move some distance.

It was full of dust, but the file bag was dust-free, obviously it had been put there recently.

Petra put the flashlight on the side, opened the first volume, and saw the catalog, and was attracted by the words "Spider-Man Project" on it.

What is the plan?

She felt a sudden shock in her heart, she felt creepy, and was about to turn down when she vaguely heard a sound coming from somewhere.She stopped her movements and listened attentively. She gently put the file bag back to its original place and picked up the flashlight.

Petra walked to the wall, stroked it, and opened the map for comparison.

That's right, it's here.

With a bang, she pushed the bookshelf to the right.There was a dull creaking sound, and then, an iron door appeared in the embedded wall.Next to it was a combination lock. Petra hesitated for a moment, and reached out to break the door.

click -

The iron door was actually opened by her.She breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed her arms, probed in and looked down, it was pitch black and bottomless.

Petra took a picture with the flashlight and saw the cables and ropes and the spare ladder in the passage, patted the ashes on her hands, grabbed the ropes and slid down.

"I might have to find that laboratory." When she fell to the ground, she almost choked on the dust, so she quickly moved aside and hid behind the wall.

Not far away, the door of the laboratory opened with light, and a figure of a person can be vaguely seen swaying.She approached quietly and heard the voices of several people.

Norman Osborn snapped impatiently at his subordinates: "A bunch of trash!"

He was a little agitated, walked back and forth quickly, and muttered a lot of words, but Petra couldn't hear clearly.

It was the first time she had seen such a terrifying and cold side of Norman—he used to be very serious, but most of the time he still looked like a polite and generous elder.

Harry keeps complaining that he doesn't care about him, but Petra doesn't take it seriously.

But now, she thought, she might have to change her mind.

"...There is an error." A researcher seemed to say something, but was pushed away by Norman.

There is a fluorescent glass cover in the center of the laboratory. Petra can't see what's inside, but she can see Norman clenched his fist excitedly and knocked on the computer console.

"That's it!" He said in a hurry, "I've seen Spider-Man a long time ago—but one or two of you faltered, saying it's impossible, why is it impossible?—If it's really impossible, you arrest him Isn't it time to come back?"

The people next to him were terrified and obedient.

"What's the matter?" Ron felt a little strange listening there, "How does he know Spider-Man so well? Could it be..."

"Petty," Harry said suddenly, "you come back first, after we-"

Clang.

The glass fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, and then a low growl came from inside the room.

"That... doesn't sound like a human voice?" Ron's voice trembled, "My God, what experiment did they do with spiders?"

Petra didn't answer.She adjusted the position of the headset and stepped forward slowly.Bypassing the test bench, several white coats fell to the ground in a panic, backing away again and again, not even noticing her arrival at all.

And in the middle, the figure crawling on the test bench was shaking violently, and then he turned around slowly.

"Ahhh!--"

The white coats screamed fiercely.

Petra screamed with them.

"Harry! Your dad turned green!!!"