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Norman Osborn has died.

The news was unexpected and unexpected, but it didn't seem so sudden.After all, no matter which angle you look at, he has been in a state of dying for a long time.

This happened a week after Peter and Tara gave Stark a sample of Harry's blood. ,

Stark contacted a lot of people, some of them came over by flying directly, and others were connected remotely, but it won't take long for him to come to battle.It took him a day or two to transform himself into a biomedical expert. The 3D projections around him were all gene or cell models that he couldn't understand at all.

The laboratory on the top floor of Stark Tower is full of the weight of IQ, and staying in it for 5 minutes is a spiritual sublimation.After listening for a while, the two little ones voluntarily evacuated with their eyes on the mosquito coils.It's better to leave this kind of thing to the boss.

Osborne's old house has been in chaos for a while.Although Norman has always been in a posture as if he will not be able to sleep for a long time in the next second, he has lasted for quite a long time after all.In particular, he himself never seemed to have thought that he would embrace death so unexpectedly that he did not explain many follow-up tasks.

The lab got Spider-Man's blood for a week, and a lot of test reports came out, but the in-depth research has only just begun.As a result, the boss disappeared, and they were probably the most confused group of people.

Fortunately, Harry had taken over the Osborne Enterprise for some time, and his words had some weight, so the experiment could continue.At least from the outside, Osborne Enterprises does not seem to have changed much.

The funeral was grand.

No matter how much Harry disliked his father, superficiality had to be done, and public opinion was a very important thing.

It is a sunny day.The sun is even a little harsh.There were also many people attending the funeral, and many of them were ordinary people who came to mourn spontaneously.

Norman Osborn has really worked hard on his public image.This is also the point that Tara is most dissatisfied with.He is obviously an annoying guy, but he can be missed by so many people sincerely. Just thinking about it can make people feel like a thorn in their throats, let alone seeing it with their own eyes.

"Tsk, he's dead." Tara frowned and muttered softly.

She and Peter came to accompany Harry as friends, and it would be too pitiful to hear about her father's funeral alone.Even if none of the three of them is sincerely missing that old guy.

"I haven't had time to reveal his true colors." Peter glanced around, looked at the sad faces holding flowers, and sighed, "It's really not worth it for them."

"It's their own stupidity, stupid enough to believe those pretended things," Tara also glanced over, "and firmly believe it."

"Tara." Peter shook his head in disapproval. "You can't blame them, they're just too kind and simple. It's actually very good to have such a public, isn't it?"

Tara looked at him sideways: "Is that what you think?" Before Peter could say anything, she had turned her head again and looked forward, "Those are unimportant people. It doesn't matter what they think. It doesn't matter to me."

Peter's eyes widened slightly, with an unbelievable expression: "How could that be!" He started, realizing that he was too excited, and quickly lowered his voice, "How could it be unimportant? They are the people we protect."

"Protection?" Now Tara turned her head completely, and she blinked incomprehensibly, "What protection?"

"That's right, it's what we've been doing." Peter pursed his lips, and squeezed the girl's hand tightly, "Tara?"

"What we have been doing?" Tara was held by him obediently, and her fingertips hooked her palms habitually, "I just follow you, what do you do, what do I do."

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but seemed unable to speak.He maintained this funny expression, and it took him a while to catch a certain point, and he couldn't wait to make a sound: "But aren't you very worried about Harry? Harry is also someone we want to protect, isn't he? I can see that , your emotions are not fake."

He took a breath, thinking of someone's previous convictions, he lowered his head and smiled helplessly: "You deliberately teased me again."

Now it was Tara's turn to be confused, and she sounded incredible: "What are you talking about? Harry is not like these people, it's not the same thing at all."

The girl was serious about his relationship: "Harry is a partner, as for these people? They have nothing to do with me, I don't even know them."

Probably because her tone was too natural, and she drew the boundary between the two so clearly, Peter was speechless for a while.

Tara felt that he was acquiescing, so she relaxed and bent her eyes: "Look, you know, this is different."

No, there is indeed a deep and shallow difference in emotion, but it should never be a huge difference as if there is a gap in her mouth.

Peter didn't speak again, his fingers tightened slightly.It was wrong, very wrong, but he realized that it was wrong now.

Perhaps it shouldn't be said that he realized it too late.In the very beginning, it was obvious that Tara was weird about certain things.

It's just that she has been following her closely for so long, and everything follows his footsteps. Whatever he says, she will say; whatever he does, she will do; his friends will become her friends ; and his enemies have all become her enemies... but she has overlooked one point - what does he think, but does this girl really think the same way?

If it was switched to Miss Spider Spirit, things would not be as tangled as Peter thought.

No, it's simply too simple, okay?

She approached him with the clear purpose of fooling Peter, heck, chasing her into a spouse.So of course, she has to follow him, adapt to his habits and preferences, and accept his friends. Isn't this a very normal thing?This is a necessary awareness between spouses.

The life of spiders... At best, it is very simple, and it can also be said to be very free. At worst, it is hard to say. The species of Tara is a model of the jungle.Of course, this is more obvious among those ordinary, uninitiated redback spiders.When the conditions are tough, they will eat their own babies to maintain their lives.

For spider spirits like Tara and the others, such an extreme situation naturally does not exist.But this kind of gene that can be called selfish, cruel, and indifferent to human beings has never disappeared from their bodies.

Family, friends, partners, plus cubs, that is the category that needs to be cared for and loved.others?Unfamiliar, next.

So Tara's definition of these superheroes is the role of the guardian of the race from beginning to end.To put it simply, it is a job with faith bonus.

They didn't like it, but that didn't mean Tara had any prejudice against the job.She doesn't mind Peter doing these things, who doesn't have a hobby?And she was also very happy to follow him, get a few fights by the way, and move her hands and feet.

Seeing that Peter had no more text, Tara thought that her explanation was clear and impeccable, silently nodded in her heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

She looked down at the hands they were holding, felt the heat from the palms of the people around her, and wanted to curl her fingers comfortably.Did not curl up.Peter's grip was too tight.

Well, so be it, it's good to hold like this.She's an easy-to-satisfy spider.Tara is self-confident, and it's rare for her boyfriend to be so proactive!

Harry was reading from the script on the stage.He was not in high spirits and had no strong emotions.At most, a bit... the death of the rabbit and the sorrow of the fox?No, that would be a little weird.

His tone was dry, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes fell on the stack of papers in his hand.

Norman Osborn was dead, covered in horrible dark green scales when he died, he didn't dare to let anyone be a witness, so he hurriedly carried him into the coffin.And the coffin was right behind him.

Will he die like this?Like a monster, huddled in that little black space.The scales have already spread from the neck to the arms, and maybe it will spread all over the upper body after a while, and it probably won't take long on the face.

It made him feel a little irritable and a little sad.I don't even bother to continue reading the manuscript in my hand.But the media cameras were facing him, and the flashing lights made him upset.

He's better anyway, Osborn's lab is working on Spider-Man's blood, and his friends are asking Tony Stark.Yes, he was much luckier than the old guy.

He was just a little scared, a little more every day.The death of the old guy was like the god of death greeted him from a distance, saying something like "you will be next", and the black robe swept over his heels.

He couldn't help but glance down, and he could find his friends at a glance.They looked up, smiling and nodding at him.They were probably the only two smiling people at the funeral, very out of place.But it doesn't matter, anyway, only he can see it.

Then he went on to read the next sentence.

People put flowers around the coffin, stood silent for a while, then turned away.After everyone had disappeared at the end of the path, Harry's shoulders slumped from exhaustion.

"Let's go, change places, I have something to tell you." Harry led them into the car.

They hadn't been to Osborne House, and Harry didn't seem to want to go back there just yet.He said that he had something to say, but he didn't say a word in the car.

After roughly guessing what, Tara signaled the driver to stop at the corner coffee shop passing by.They watched the driver drive away, and changed hands to hail a taxi.

Unsurprisingly, it was Tara's apartment.This place seems to be a storage room for little secrets, and everything that needs to be carefully can be said here.

"The house is nice." Harry praised, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Peter was silent along the way, a little strange, looking thoughtful, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well, does being praised by you mean that the decoration of this room is really... how to say, tasteful?" Tara shrugged, took a pot of water, and plugged in the electricity.

Harry snorted, "I'd be honored then." He complained, "Do I have to drink hot water?"

"Anyway, you can't drink Coke." Tara answered vigilantly, "That's mine."

"And that's what it says all over the Internet." Tara left the kitchen, meeting Harry's eyes that rolled into the sky.She curled her lips, and decided generously not to bother with this guy.

"Go ahead."

The author has something to say: Please rest assured, this chapter does not contain any hints of breaking up, cutting, etc., I am the author of the sweet article.

And the heroine is not a superhero in the normal sense, does it have something to do with her happily following the villain Xiaoji Jugang?Obviously not [kimbo]

Xiaojiju just thinks too much [funny]

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