Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

When Abigail woke up from the coma, she didn't see Peter, but saw the little Mr. Osborne in a suit and leather shoes sitting by her window peeling apples with his long legs crossed.

Abigail felt her eyebrows twitch: "...what are you doing here?"

Harry Osborn turned around casually, and looked at her very lazily, with that lazy smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the same answer: "I'm here to poach you."

Abigail resisted the urge to hit him with a pillow: "I'm a weapon researcher, and you are a biological researcher, so dig me for a fart!"

Little Mr. Osborne continued to lazily peel his apples: "Arms are so valuable now, of course I want to get a share. If you and I combine, we can make a deadly biochemical weapon?"

Every time Abigail saw him, it was hard to think of anything other than wanting to punch his calm face.

At this moment, Mr. Osborne finished peeling his apples, and was about to eat slowly by himself, when he suddenly realized that there was a patient beside him, and it might not be good for him to eat in front of the patient, so he looked unwilling to give it to him. He stretched out his hand with a stern expression, shook the peeled apple in front of her, and asked perfunctorily, "Do you want to eat it?"

Abigail wanted to slap the smile off his face.

"Don't eat!"

Who wants to grab food from this rich second generation.

However, unexpectedly, this guy stuffed the apple directly into her mouth, smiled at her and said, "The apple is just for you to peel. Have you ever seen me peel an apple when I eat it?"

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Sure enough, I saw this guy sitting on her hospital bed generously, and looked at her with a serious look: "Actually, Osborne did some weapon research and development before my father passed away. But my father's The idea is rather strange, and the things made... have not been approved by the government, so there is no way to sell them."

Look, look, sure enough, this guy will never treat her so well for no reason.

Harry looked into her eyes very sincerely: "Abigail, if you are willing to come to Osborne, I promise to give you twice the salary of Tony Stark. What benefits does he have? Absolutely double everything for you, I can assure you, I will definitely treat you better than him."

Abigail looked at his face, which was prettier than a little girl, and thought to herself, of course, the premise is that I bring you more profits.

At this time, Peter pushed the door open, and what he heard happened to be the last sentence "I promise to treat you better than him".

What caught the eye was Harry sitting intimately next to Abigail, talking to her intently.

Peter smiled: "What are you talking about?"

Harry didn't even look at him, eagerly awaiting Abigail's answer, and replied perfunctorily, "I'm undermining."

……

Little Peter didn't like what he made up in his own brain at all.

At this time, Abigail stretched out her hand and grabbed Harry's face, pulled it, and then pulled it again.

Peter: "..."

He doesn't like things he's made up even more now.

After Abigail confirmed that he was quite thick-skinned, he seriously rejected him: "Harry, you must know that Mr. Stark is not only my collaborator, but also my mentor. I can make it Most of these things were taught to me by him, not to mention that among all the weapons developed, he contributed the most."

"Tony Stark is a genius, but I am not. If I leave Stark Corporation, I may not be able to do anything."

Peter beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, he likes what he made up now.

Harry raised his beautiful eyebrows, and looked at Abigail in disbelief, with a look of surprise on her face: "Abigail, why don't you trust yourself so much? And, if you stay Stark Corporation, no matter how good things you make, the world will only remember the name of Tony Stark, who will remember you? That proud and arrogant guy will stamp all his inventions Your own name? Are you willing to be overwhelmed by him and always be inferior?"

Abigail said sincerely: "Because it really is his credit."

Harry: "..."

Harry: "You are really, unbelievably kind."

However, the sky is not as good as people want.

She can understand why Peter wants to use his abilities to save the world, but she doesn't understand why he spends so much energy and spends all his time on it, and he doesn't even want to spare a minute of his time to call her .

In Abigail's mind, Spider-Man, stole her Peter.

Peter put the lunch box in front of her bed, smiled at her, opened the box, took out the spoon from the insulated box, and said, "I've already done the record for you, but the process is still I have to go, when you get better, they will still come to ask you a few words as usual..."

Abigail leaned quietly on the bed, looking at Peter sitting next to her, but for some reason, he seemed to be the same as before at this moment, but there seemed to be a thin wall between the two of them, so So close, yet so far away.

Peter was sitting next to her, his hair curled up childishly, showing a slight brown in the sun, his soft short hair seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, looking docile and amiable, his bright eyes raised Getting up, reflecting the sun, looking at her with a slight smile, should have been warming, but Abigail looked into his eyes quietly, but felt so cold.

As before, Peter picked up the lunch box in his hand, scooped up a spoonful of the soup that had been kept at the right temperature, and seemed to want to feed her like in the past, but she brushed his hand away calmly.

Abigail took the lunch box, said "thank you" politely, and drank the soup made by Aunt Mei.

Peter was taken aback for a moment, as if to hide his embarrassment, he turned his head and cleared his throat, and said, "By the way, the police said there is still a problem. The 'white hunter' should be a very smart lunatic, but he was sent to After the hospital, he turned into a vegetable, and even completely lost his self-awareness, they all said he..."

Abigail's hand shook, and the soup in the spoon spilled out, splashing all over the hospital gown.

Peter hurriedly got up to wipe the soup on her clothes, Abigail lowered her head silently, and said thank you again in a low voice.

Hearing the second thank you, Peter noticed something, paused for a while after wiping her hands, smiled and sat down.

Abigail raised her eyes and asked quietly, "What did they say?"

Seeing that she was talking to him, Peter quickly replied, "It's like a living corpse."

Abigail felt guilty, bit her lip, lowered her head, and didn't look at him.

Peter didn't notice the change in her mood, so he just continued on his own: "But, who was the person who saved you that day? How did he take away the consciousness of a living person? Abigail? "

Abigail didn't answer.She knew better than Peter that it was not Magneto who took away that person's consciousness.

It's herself.

In the midst of tension, she changed that person, causing thorny vines to grow from his mouth, but she was afraid to save him, but probably the person died, but the body was rescued.

She is very scared.

She was afraid of such a powerful ability.

She was afraid that she would become a monster and get into trouble.

Moreover, she discovered at this time that Peter could not provide her with a shoulder to rely on.Facing his eyes, I dare not tell the truth at all.

The sense of security and calmness when I stayed by his side before disappeared at some point.

Harry, who was sitting next to him, had an intuition that the atmosphere was not right, and he didn't want to be caught between the two of them as a light bulb. He quickly pretended to answer a phone call, got up and left quickly.

Seeing her reluctance to speak, Peter held her hand anxiously: "Abigail? Who is that person? He...Did he say or do anything to you? Or did he just The one who deprived the murderer of his consciousness?"

The moment Peter held her palm, a voice broke into her mind suddenly: "Who the hell is he?"

Abigail was startled, and looked up at Peter, only to find that he hadn't spoken, but the voice sounded again: "Why did he kiss you? Abigail? You...why didn't you talk to me?"

Abigail looked at Peter blankly, and suddenly pulled her hand from his hand, and the voice disappeared instantly.

That's right, it's Peter's voice.

Abigail doesn't yet understand what's going on, but what's happening right now makes her uneasy.

She turned her head, looked fixedly at Peter beside her, and said softly, "Peter."

Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him, Peter suddenly became happy, and said quickly: "Abigail, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it, I will listen to you no matter what. And I promise you, It's never going to happen a second time—"

Abigail watched him and repeated softly, "Peter."

Peter stared blankly at her.

Some bad premonition rose in his heart.

Abigail reached out to hold the space between her eyebrows, sighed softly, and said in a clear voice, "Let's break up."