Princess Disease

Both Isabella and Peter were absent-minded about the meal.

Isabella has been fiddling with her mobile phone for a long time. She has been stuck on the interface of sending emails, deleting and modifying the messages. In the half an hour from the start of the meal to the end of the meal, she did not write a complete sentence.

"Harry, don't be sad, we are with you" - deleted.

"Harry, are you okay?" - Deleted.

"Harry..."

Isabella sighed irritably.

"There is only one math class in the afternoon." Peter looked at the timetable, "Why don't I postpone the activities of the photography group, and let's go to the Osborne Group after school?"

"Let's forget it, the Osborne Group may be in such a mess now," Isabella shook her head slowly: "In two days...or shall we go directly to his house at night?"

At this time, Harry must be in need of company. Although he always disliked Norman Osborn in words and always looked indifferent, it was his father after all.

"Alright." Peter glanced at Isabella, and took the fork she was holding over: "Either eat well, or stop eating, and accidentally poke yourself later."

Isabella thought this made me sound retarded.

Now that she decided to visit Harry, Isabella first sent an email to Tony to briefly explain the situation, and then finally made up her mind to send Harry a short letter: "Harry, Peter and I will accompany you at night, take care of everything. "

Not long after the email was sent, Harry called, and Isabella quickly answered, "Harry? You—"

"Come here now, I need your help with something, don't say anything," Harry's voice sounded calm, without the slightest hint of sadness: "Come to the Osborne Group, I'll ask the secretary to pick you up downstairs."

After Harry finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving no time for Isabella to explain.

"This..." Isabella looked at Peter: "Harry asked us to find him now, to the Osborne Group."

"Now?" Peter glanced at the clock on the wall: "Did he say why?"

Isabella frowned: "No... It doesn't sound like something happened, but he emphasized 'keep quiet'..."

Isabella and Peter looked at Lucy who had been sitting silently next to her, and found that she was very happy watching the TV shopping advertisement with a full face.

"Stop pretending," Isabella said quietly, "I know you heard me."

"Cough," Lucy said with a chuckle, "you don't have any scruples about me still sitting here... Seriously, you want to pry the math class in the afternoon? Credits! Teacher William is not easy to deal with at all."

"Definitely ask for leave," Peter trembled: "Who dares to skip Mr. William's class."

Lucy looked at Peter sympathetically: "But he usually doesn't allow leave."

Isabella thought about it and sent Natasha an email, asking if she could help her with her math teacher.

A while later, Natasha's phone call came: "Honey, can you father and daughter not think about causing trouble one day? I'm still trying to get rid of your father's sudden idea, and you're playing me a monster again."

Isabella thought to herself, what does my father's decision to close the weapons department have to do with your S.H.I.E.L.D.At most, the Stark Group has a little loss, but that's not a problem. Even if I lose all my money, I, the heir, should worry about it. Are you all coveting the property of our Stark family?

"It's useless, my father's decision, even grandpa can't change it, unless you can revive my grandma." Isabella shrugged: "And you are my bodyguard now, you are obliged to solve it for me Trouble. Have you read the news? Peter and I are going to Osborne Group, but there is a math class in the afternoon..."

"You are a student, not those superheroes flying around in the sky outside," Natasha said casually, "Osborn will invite you when he holds a funeral, or can't you go to see his son at night?"

"No," said Isabella stubbornly, "I'm worried about Harry. We're going to see it now."

Natasha was silent for a while, then suddenly asked maliciously: "Miss Stark, you don't like the young master of the Osborne family, do you?"

Isabella was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "Ms. Romanov, you tried your best to sneak into Stark Industries. Could it be that you fell in love with my father and wanted to be my stepmother?"

Natasha laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'll take care of the math teacher, you go."

"But it's just this time, not next time." Natasha said seriously: "It's not good to skip classes all the time."

Isabella hung up the phone and was about to say it was done, when Lucy asked with wide eyes in disbelief, "Bella, what did you just say? Are you going to have a stepmother?"

Isabella: "Things are not what you think..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen," Lucy covered her ears: "My dream is shattered!"

Isabella: ...

Lucy looked at Isabella with her chin sadly: "Is it true that I have no chance of marrying into the Stark family?"

Isabella chuckled: "Don't be discouraged, you can marry me."

Lucy picked up a small cake and stuffed it into Isabella's mouth. With an exaggerated frightened expression on her face, she jumped up and ran away.

After Lucy left, Peter looked at Isabella thoughtfully.

Isabella asked Peter strangely: "See what I am doing?"

"Look at your good looks," Peter suddenly smiled, "Bella, I'm short of a model for my photography assignment..."

Isabella waved her hand richly: "You can choose any girl from our company!"

Peter quickly lowered his face: "Oh."

With blind trust in Natasha, a senior female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who can fly over walls, Isabella took Peter and left the school after lunch, took a taxi and went directly to the building of the Osborne Group.

Because of the news of Norman Osborn's death, many reporters under the Osborn Group were holding long | guns | short | cannons and were standing guard, intending to dig out first-hand information.

"Where's the promised secretary?" Peter stood on tiptoe on the flower bed and watched from a distance. After looking around, he found a group of strong and strong male bodyguards wearing black sunglasses guarding the company's gate dedicatedly. , to prevent reporters from sneaking in, and did not see the secretary.

"Just make a phone call and you'll know?" Isabella called Harry, but Harry didn't answer and hung up directly. A minute later, a girl in a black windbreaker came out from the side door in a low-key manner.

"Miss Stark? Mr. Parker?" The girl politely stretched her hand at Isabella: "Hi, I'm Felicia Hardy, and the master asked me to pick you up."

The two followed the back door of the beautiful female secretary into the Osborne Group building through the side door, and then met a group of people who had just come out of the elevator in the lobby.

"...The gene fusion failed. From the beginning, I said that this experiment has certain risks. If it continues, I don't know what kind of monsters will be created..."

"...These are not things you need to worry about... Dr. Connors, the other party wants a result, and this is the result you gave?"

"...I won't..."

"...You can think clearly, this is not only for... but also for yourself..."

Felicia paused, and was about to take Isabella and Peter around when she was spotted by the group of people. A bald man at the head narrowed his eyes and walked towards this side: "Miss Hardy, you What is this for?"

Felicia smiled slightly: "Mr. Fox, I—"

"I don't intend to listen to your answer." Fox raised his hand and summoned bodyguards: "Take these people out. During this critical period, other people are prohibited from appearing in the company."

Four or five bodyguards surrounded them and made a "please" gesture to Isabella and Peter, with a tough attitude.

Miss Stark's violent temper came up at that time, she sneered, and unceremoniously turned on Fox: "Who are you?"

Fox didn't want to get entangled with a little girl: "It has nothing to do with you."

"This is the Osborne Group," Isabella's voice was not loud, but it sounded very clear in the quiet hall: "The only person who has the right to let us go is Harry Osborne, who are you?" , can make decisions instead of him?"

Fox frowned and looked at the bodyguard: "Still moving?"

"Stop it," Harry put one hand in his pocket and looked down with the other on the circular railing on the second floor, with a mocking smile on his face: "Miss Stark is my guest."

Hearing the surname "Stark", Fox was slightly taken aback, and the expression he looked at Isabella immediately became meaningful.

Isabella guessed that it was probably caused by her father's shocking remarks at the press conference at noon.

"Felicia, bring them up." Harry hooked his fingers together, "Mr. Fox, do what you should do and don't meddle in your own business."

Fox clenched his fists: "Harry!"

"Please call me Mr. Osborne," Harry bowed politely, "Thank you."

Fox led the others away angrily. When the two sides passed each other, a man in a white coat and glasses gave Peter a second look.

"Dr. Connors." Peter recognized this person as Dr. Connors, the head of the biological laboratory they met when they visited the Osborne Group last time, so he secretly greeted him.

Dr. Conners nodded slightly.

Felicia took Isabella and Peter to the 52nd floor by elevator and came to Harry's office.

"Carly, turn off all monitoring devices in this office," Harry told the artificial intelligence of the Osborn Group: "I need an absolutely private environment."

"I'll guard the door." Felicia nodded to Harry, turned and left.

"Scanning..." Carly said: "...The scanning is complete, and all electronic monitoring devices have been confirmed to be turned off."

Isabella smelled an unusual breath: "What the hell is it? It's so mysterious? Was that Fox just trying to take you off?"

"It's a matter of time before he wants to take me out of the way. That's not the most important thing." Harry buried himself in the touch desk and swiped back and forth to retrieve the documents: "I'll show you something."

Isabella and Peter looked at each other and came to the desk.

Harry retrieved an undecipherable file from a mess of encrypted folders. The file was named after two strange symbols: ??

Seeing this symbol, Peter's heart skipped a beat, remembering all the changes that had happened to him during this period.

"Huh?" Isabella pointed to the icon of the mysterious document in surprise: "Is this the symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

The author has something to say: the name Fox was made up by me, and the prototype is the board member who emptied Harry in Extraordinary 2.

Because it is completely empty, and the story is made up by myself, so the timeline is confusing, don't try to understand the plot of Extraordinary 12, maybe this little spider is the younger brother of the Netherlands ╮(╯▽╰)╭