[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Stepping into the gloomy prison area, Ron couldn't help shivering, touched the fine hairs on his arms, and muttered, "It's uncomfortable here."

"It's better than Azkaban," said Harry.

They walked through the long corridor and entered the last independent airtight room.S.H.I.E.L.D. imprisoned the Green Goblin here alone so that Dr. Connor could conduct experiments.

Gwen took out her ID card and swiped the door open: "Excuse me, Doctor."

"Please do what you want." Dr. Connor nodded, not minding their arrival, and continued to record data with his head down.

Petra walked to the side of the room, glanced at the bound Green Goblin from afar, then at the test tube at hand, and pulled the hood unconsciously.

"Who are you talking to?" Gwen asked.He has long noticed her movements that she has been uncomfortable with today, but he didn't have the chance to ask until now.

"Uh...a voice came out of my suit just now, saying that it is the AI ​​system designed by Mr. Stark for the suit." Petra said hesitantly, "I'm thinking about giving it...or him? Take a name."

"he?"

"It sounds like a man's voice," Petra replied, "It's still an English accent!"

"Oh, that's nice," Gwen suggested. "A name, like, Alfred?"

"No, no, don't." Petra said firmly, "Since I'm British, I think it's better to be called Arthur—is that ok, Mr. Uniform?"

"...Just as long as you are happy." Mr. Uniform paused for a while before replying.

"Okay, then I'll call you Arthur." Petra happily made a final decision, and then whispered to Gwen, "His voice is so gentle."

"Really?" Gwen tilted her head thoughtfully, "I'm a little jealous as you said."

"Actually, I...a thought flashed into my mind," she blushed slightly, luckily no one would see her, "I wanted to name him 'Gwen'—wouldn't it be too weird?"

Petra took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was the first time she was so bold, and her heart beat a little faster.Immediately afterwards, she heard Gwen say happily: "Maybe it's a little bit? Then will you think of me anytime and anywhere? It's like I'm by your side?"

"Hmm... that seems pretty good." She whispered.

Gwen smiled, took her right hand, held it in his palm, and said nothing.

"Hey," Dr. Conner cleared his throat and said while filling out the form, "Mr. Stacey, pay attention to your work and don't think about falling in love."

"I'm sorry, doctor." But he didn't let go of his hand, with a smile on his face, "I can't help myself, please forgive me."

"It's okay, I was like you when I was young." Dr. Connor put down his pen, finally raised his head, and said with a smile, "But I don't have this chance now. So take the time to do whatever you like alright."

Petra couldn't help looking at the empty cuff on his right arm, did he mean this, no chance to hold hands with others?The latter noticed his gaze, shrugged, and joked lightly: "Don't worry, I'm used to it, and being left-handed is not bad."

"Thank you, Doctor," Gwen said.

"Well, actually, I would mind, Patty." Arthur said, "You can't treat me as someone else. Because, I am your AI."

"...Sorry, Arthur, never again." Gwen promised, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's still weird."

She quietly broke away from Gwen's hand and put it behind her back.

Arthur said politely, "Thank you, Petty."

"Okay." Gwen shrugged.

It's so embarrassing.Petra thought.

She turned her head and forced herself to focus on other things.She raised her hands in the shape of a trumpet and put them near her mouth: "Harry, how are you doing over there? Have you figured out a way?"

"Yes—" Harry straightened up, put his hands on both sides of the bracket, and slowly turned around, "There are several kinds of magic that can get memories."

"for example?"

"One is to wake him up and try to coax him to hand over that 'memory'. I can take it back and use the Pensieve to read it. But he is a Muggle, so this is more difficult. There is another..." Speaking of this, she frowned slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memories, and said reluctantly, "You can directly read his memory, you can do it with insanity, but forcibly invading his brain may be harmful to him." cause some damages."

Petra was taken aback when she heard that, and blinked her eyes.

"We moved faster." Gwen reminded, "If people from S.H.I.E.L.D. discover your movements, it will be more troublesome to explain."

"But Petty doesn't want to hurt Mr. Osborne, don't we have to be more cautious--" Ron was thinking, and when he looked up, he saw Petra coming forward and flexing his wrist.

Then she clapped her palm up: "That's a quick fix. —Mr. Osborne, it's dawn!"

Harry: "...very good, I like it."

She drew her wand and brought the tip firmly to Norman Osborn's temple.

The Green Goblin coughed heavily, groaned a few times, and then slowly opened his eyes.His eyeballs are a cloudy yellow-green color, like a polluted color, a little scary.He saw the people in front of him, as if he hadn't seen them, stared blankly at a spot in the air, opened his mouth in a daze, and spit out a few intermittent words: "Harry...spider...I, I want... ..."

Hey, the same name is really scary.

Harry took a step back, thinking.

She had seen more ferocious and unbearable creatures than him at this time, so she didn't think he was so scary.People say that you can see a person's soul through the eyes, which seems to make sense.A man who tore his soul apart like Voldemort had scarlet eyes.Dark magic corrupted his brain, heart, and finally soul...

Then, Norman's whole appearance is really probably related to the Horcrux.

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little uncomfortable again. It was really nauseating to feel the influence of that person on him from time to time across the Atlantic Ocean.She closed her eyes, whispered the spell, opened her eyes and looked directly at Norman.

Norman's brain was indeed chaotic, and countless fragments passed her by.

For a while, he was pacing in the living room, sternly accusing his son of not paying attention to his homework; for a while, he lost his temper at his subordinates in the laboratory; ...

He was standing on the second floor of Osborne's old house, looking through the window into the yard. Harry held a camera in his hand, talking to Petra with great interest.After a while, he snorted softly and lowered the curtains.

The scene changed, and then he watched Harry dejectedly stepping onto the private jet under the escort of bodyguards...

Distant noises brought Harry back to reality.Feeling Ron's call, she immediately left Norman's brain, pressed her forehead, and staggered back a few steps before standing still: "Um..."

Her chest swelled uncomfortably, and her stomach was churning, which was more disgusting than the feeling when she was forced to read her memory.She thought that this might be the influence of Norman's emotions and memories on her.

"Someone is coming." Ron grabbed her wrist, his voice was a little nervous, and he slowly pulled her back towards the opposite direction of the door.He whispered, "Did you see anything?"

"There's someone...maybe a Death Eater, maybe a Muggle, with his face covered, I can't see his face clearly." Harry rubbed his chest and said, "I saw him give Slytherin's locket to Norman's secretary."

"Are you sure it's that thing?"

"I'm sure, it's real, not a fake." Harry affirmed, "I've suffered from the fake, and I won't admit it again—but obviously, it's not on Norman's body now."

"Hidden by him." Ron understood.

Bang, bang, the person outside the door failed to swipe the card, and began to knock on the door hastily.

Dr. Connor sighed helplessly, and raised his voice: "It's coming, wait a minute!"

This may be the tripartite talks.

No, it's bigger than the tripartite talks held by the school.

Petra looked this way and then the other.

On one side are the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and his trusted subordinates, on the other side are the pillars of the Avengers, Iron Man and Captain America, and Doctor Strange who is not yet part of the Avengers.Beside me, there are two representatives of British wizards... Then Gwen, Dr. Connor, and myself.

The round table was filled with a dignified and tense atmosphere.

"Spider-Man, it's not that we don't want you to come to S.H.I.E.L.D., you should submit the application first!" Coulson was not happy, and his face was on the floor.

"Sorry, your procedures are too slow." Petra said without guilt, "I think it's more convenient to come directly."

"That's official procedure!"

"That's not what you said when Deadpool came looking for you!"

"He's—wait a minute," Coulson frowned suddenly, turned his head and asked, "Is he here today?"

"I think should not be?"

"Very good." Coulson turned to Petra, "I will teach him a lesson the next time he comes!"

Petra: "Then I'm looking forward to it."

Coulson was furious, and then threw the ball to the opposite person: "Stark, don't you plan to take care of it? This kid is wearing a battle suit you made!"

"He took it away without authorization." Tony folded his arms and distanced himself without hesitation. "He also removed my locator. His actions are none of my business, and I can't control them. I'm more concerned about it." yes--"

He looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows: "The two kids over there look familiar. You were the ones who subdued the Green Goblin last time, right?——What's your name? I remember that you didn't seem to take The visa to the United States won’t have anything to do with wanted criminals, right?”

"They are not wanted criminals, Stark." Dr. Strange said, joining the battle, "I can guarantee that they are just students of the British School of Magic, who came to me to exchange and study."

"Very good, here comes the wizard from the magic school again." Tony rolled his eyes, "This earth is already a sieve, right?"

"You're wrong," Steve said. "If you mean an alien invasion—but they're all Earthlings."

"When there is no proof of safety, what is the difference with those aliens?"

"Stark!" Strange said coldly, "I've already told you."

……

All of a sudden, the crowd was excited and everyone held on to what they saw.

It's... too noisy!The special hood was useless, and the piercing voice pierced through the eardrums and penetrated into the brain. Petra had to cover her ears and shouted: "Stop making noise!"

click -

There was a brief silence around the round table.

"Hey, I haven't settled with you yet, Little Cobweb." Tony raised his chin, "Come with me, let's discuss your uniform."

Petra flinched, but in front of so many people, she still decided not to weaken her momentum.She put her hands on her hips and said, "I think we can talk here."

"...This question is not urgent." Tony twitched the corner of his mouth, "Can you please come down from the ceiling first? I'm not used to talking to people like this."

"Uh, I think there are too many people below you, and you may not be able to squeeze me..."

"Won't you feel dizzy standing on your head?" Steve asked curiously.

"No, I feel quite comfortable."

Coulson rolled his eyes, and Hill patted him on the shoulder: "Shouldn't you be used to it by now? You've been here for a long time, what kind of people haven't you seen?"

"Come down," Tony ordered.

"..."

Ok.

Petra rolled over and jumped off, and Gwen moved to the side to make room for her.

"It's okay if you want to talk here." Tony changed his sitting position and said calmly, "Now tell me, what are you doing in Washington, D.C., when you're not teaching in New York?"