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"Genetic disease? You call this a genetic disease?" It was Harry's voice, trembling and hoarse, not at all like his usual soft tone.

"Osborn, every Osborn can't live to be 40 years old, what do you think is the reason?" Just by hearing Norman Osborn's tone of voice, one can imagine his gloomy face.

"But I'm still young! This, such a disgusting thing!" Harry's voice was filled with tears, and the two people in the ventilation duct clenched their teeth so hard that they could almost taste the smell of blood.

"Why? Why is it me?!" There was a crisp sound of things breaking, and something else fell to the ground.

"Don't I want to live?" Norman seemed to be trying to suppress his anger, "I've been, always trying to find a way!"

"..." There was a moment of silence in the air, followed by Harry's deep voice, "Then what is your solution?"

"Those damned! Useless researchers!" Norman's roar shook the pipes as if they were shaking, "I invested so much money! They will only tell me failure, failure, failure! They are all a bunch of trash!"

He panted heavily, like a worn-out old-fashioned bellows: "But it's not without progress," his voice carried a hint of sly and greedy, "Spider-Man, and the new one, his female partner, They have our antidote in their blood."

"Spider-Man?" Harry sounded taken aback, "What does this have to do with them?"

"It's useless to explain this kind of thing to you," Norman skipped perfunctorily, "You just need to know that this is our last chance."

"Just get Spider-Man's blood..." Norman laughed hoarsely, like an old predator slowly baring its ugly fangs.

Harry said nothing.

"Blood?" Tara mouthed, pointed to Peter, and pointed to herself, looking very confused.

Peter also shook his head. He vaguely had a rough guess, but he wasn't quite sure.

Suddenly there was Norman's violent coughing, which was heart-piercing, making people wonder if he would not be able to catch his breath in the next second.

Harry still didn't speak.It seemed that his language system had temporarily failed. Apart from his slightly short breathing, he was so quiet that it was almost impossible to ignore that there was a person like him in the room.

Norman coughed for a while, then gradually stopped, followed by the sound of drinking water.He slowed down for a while, breathing heavily: "Find Spider-Man and bring his blood back," he gasped, "This is for my life and yours, son."

Harry remained silent.With the sound of footsteps and closing of the door, he walked out of the room, and then he sighed very tiredly.

Peter and Tara were a little unsure if they were supposed to be there at all.If it was Peter and Tara who were not wearing tights, of course they would have joined them without hesitation. Do you need any reason to comfort your little friend?What's more, their little friends are in need of company now.

However, they were wearing this tights now. They were Spider-Man and Spider-Woman. They were probably just acquaintances who had met a few times in Harry's place.As for things like this right now, they were obviously not the ones Harry was willing to share.

So in the end, they just hid silently in the shadows, escorting Harry all the way back to the Osborne Mansion, making sure that he would not have any minor problems because of his current state.

Immediately afterwards, the two men breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly found a nearby alley to change back into their clothes.

"Who?" Hearing the knock on the door, Harry responded impatiently, "Didn't I tell no one to come up?"

"So we sneaked up here," Tara said seriously.

"Hey man, you can't let us run all the way back and never see you." Peter followed suit. "So, seriously? You still don't open the door?"

"Tsk, why don't you two go home and lie down, what are you doing here?" Harry rolled his eyes and opened the door, "Come in."

He became paler a lot, his face was a little bluish-white, and the dark circles under his eyes were shockingly heavy.He was already thin, and now he is even thinner and out of shape. It is hard to imagine how someone can toss himself into this appearance in such a short few days.

A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, and his coat was empty, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.And he was still shivering slightly, as if he was extremely cold.

Probably also aware of what he looked like, Harry twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "What, are you scared?" He tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke, "Beforehand, I didn't take drugs."

"..." After a moment of silence, Tara curled her lips, "You are like a zombie, at most you are more flexible than a zombie."

"The mouth is so poisonous?" Harry opened his eyes wide, "Peter, you don't care about your girlfriend?"

Peter blinked, as if he had just realized it, and a helpless smile quickly appeared on his face: "Oh, you know, Tara is out of my control." He paused, shrugged, "And to be honest, I think she It makes sense."

"Hey!" Harry slapped him.

The raised knuckles pressed against his shoulders, and Peter almost lost control of his expression.

"Sick?" Tara took a cup of hot water and stuffed it into Harry's hands without a doubt, "Drink. Or cover your hands."

Then she found two more bottles of Coke, threw a bottle to Peter, and opened her own with a little force with her fingers: "Tell me? If you want." She bowed her head and took a sip.

Harry froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at his brother, but Peter avoided his sight in a panic.

"Tch," Harry sneered, "You two really don't know how to act."

He shook his head, his voice was very soft: "Isn't it good like just now?"

"How could it be like that just now..." Peter retorted softly, rubbing the Coke bottle in his hand.

Tara hooked the ring of Coke, flicked it once and for all, without saying a word.

This is like a wooden man's competition to see who can last the longest.The relaxed atmosphere just now was like bubbles in the sun, the fragile ones burst with just a puff of breath.

"..." Harry stared at the water, his thin and somewhat terrifying silhouette was vaguely reflected on it.His body was tense, but it was like a bowstring that was about to break in the next moment.

No one knows how long it has passed.How many minutes, how many 10 minutes?The long, silent tug-of-war ended with a sudden slack in Harry's back.

He leaned back on the sofa and blinked hard twice: "I really convinced you."

"Forget it, it's all over, it's okay to tell you guys." He scratched his hair discouraged.

"I'm really sick, a genetic disease, it came from that old guy." Harry rubbed his face, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of the scarf hanging down to his chest, "So far..."

It was difficult for him to say this sentence: "There is no antidote yet."

"Uh, is there anything we can help with? You know, anything." Peter was slightly relieved to hear him say it himself, put down the Coke bottle, and spoke eagerly.

"You guys?" Harry's expression was mixed with a bit of astonishment, "Osborn's laboratory didn't solve it..."

Tara cut him off.She smiled briefly, her face softened, "Any, anything you can think of, we will definitely help you."

Something seemed to light up in Harry's eyes, but the light quickly went out and disappeared.He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Including Spiderman's blood?"

"Well, maybe? We're an intern at Stark Industries, maybe we can ask Mr. Stark to contact Spider-Man?" Tara tapped her fingers on the table, "Hey, don't look like this, there are three geniuses sitting in this room , is there anything we can't solve?"

Peter nodded beside him: "Uh, if you don't mind, can we tell Mr. Stark about your situation?"

Harry smiled. He covered his face, and the warm liquid ran down his cheeks: "For the sake of contacting Spider-Man?"

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After spending some more time with Harry, they went back to Tara's apartment.

"Do you really want to give Harry our blood?" Peter hesitated. "Actually, I don't think it's useful. Mr. Stark analyzed my genes and said that I have a part that is different from others. It will mutate me, not kill me."

"Is it really good to give him hope that he is doomed to fail?" Peter frowned.

"Why not?" Tara rubbed his head, "You're thinking too complicated."

"For Harry, our blood is his last hope right now, you have to let him try it for himself." Tara raised his face and stared into his eyes, "Peter, don't say yes Blood, that is, bone marrow, we should all give him, you know what I mean?"

"I..." Peter opened his mouth.

"He asked us, his most trusted friends, not Spider-Man and Spider-Woman." Tara seriously drew a line between the two identities, "We can't make decisions for him, and the information is not equal. Not fair, is it?"

"...You're right." Peter sighed. "I'm just, just worried about the research on our blood. If something goes wrong in the middle, it will, it may cause more damage."

He shook his head vigorously: "But you are right, this is just my judgment."

"Besides, are we just a guinea pig providing blood?" Tara rolled her eyes, pressed his head down hard, "Are you stupid?"

"Ah, ah?" Peter was almost pushed to the ground, he pressed the back of his head in a daze, and sat upright in a hurry, "What?"

"Harry said, we can tell Mr. Stark." Tara tried to guide.

"Yes! Mr. Stark!" Peter's eyes lit up, "Mr. Stark must have a way!"

"Uh, that's not what I said..." Tara was shocked by her boyfriend's brainless trust in idols, and rubbed her forehead with a headache, "I just want to say that asking Mr. Stark for help must be better than the two of us here. Blind thinking."

"Osborne Enterprises is not the only company that does biotechnology. Mr. Stark must know experts." Tara spread her hands.

"Then let's go to Mr. Stark now!" Peter stood up abruptly, flipped his short sleeves, revealing Spider-Man's uniform.

Looking at the sky and the excited look on her boyfriend's face, Tara silently swallowed what she wanted to say, and changed her clothes accordingly.

Anyway... Anyway, isn't Mr. Stark an expert at staying up late?Right.

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