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"Really?" Peter immediately grabbed the railing and looked down, but unfortunately he only caught up with a flashing taillight of a car.

He retracted resentfully: "Come on a mission?" He smacked his lips, "It's really not easy for the police, I can still remember the mess it was scratched last time."

"That's not it," Tara nodded in agreement, "If I hadn't seen this number, I might not have recognized it."

"But what happened? You drove in such a hurry." Peter made a gesture of building a shelter with his hands, as if he could find the police car that had long since disappeared from the night.

"Only one police car passed by, so it shouldn't be a big deal." Tara glanced in that direction and shook her head, "Forget it, the shadows are gone, maybe they are chasing the speeder gang."

"That's right." Peter agreed, looking at the sky, "Let's start too."

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After the night watch, the two little spiders crawled back to Tara's apartment to rest.

In the beginning, it was actually just to exchange the information gained from the night patrol that day.After all, they are two people, and if some trivial matters require both of them to appear on the stage, it would be overkill.Although most of the time Tara is still tightly behind Peter.

Now it's purely sticky time for young couples. It's very comfortable to nestle together to watch movies and chat.

But today is different.

They had just dropped inside when Tony Stark's emergency call came through.The reason why it is called an emergency communication is because it is a communication that you have to answer if you don't want to, and you must hear it.

To put it simply, it is directly connected by Mr. Stark's dedicated smart butler.

Before the butts of the two were attached to the sofa, Stark's voice came over, and even brought out a little echo effect in the quiet room: "Just go back, I'll calculate that it's almost time."

"Uh, yes, yes, I just came back." Peter hurriedly fumbled for his phone, "Good evening, Mr. Stark."

"Okay, good evening to you too, boy in pajamas." Stark replied, and there was a knocking sound.

Then the two saw a flower on the top of the phone screen, projecting a familiar face.Stark nodded in satisfaction, and stepped back slightly to make himself look more handsome.

He looked as if he was going to say something important, but his tone couldn't be serious: "The serum you brought over from the old guy's basement is those two ugly things." He curled his lips in disgust.

"Ah, anyway," he cleared his throat, not sure where he was going, "I have already got the results here, when will I let little Osborn try a medicine?"

He thought for a while, and added: "The color of mine is very beautiful, what kind of aesthetics is old Osborne."

"Did you hear that? Ah? Did you hear that? Are you two stupid?" Stark waved his hands dissatisfied, "Hey! Where is your compliment? What kind of reaction is this?"

"Oh, oh, ah, yes! Thank you very much! We're going to find Harry now!" Peter seemed to react suddenly, his eyes opened round like two incandescent light bulbs, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears Rooted.

"...Hey!" Stark was frightened by his expression and leaned back slightly, "What's the matter with you? Are you going to mutate?"

"Thank you very much, Mr. Stark!" Well, it seems that Peter will only repeat this sentence.

Stackton rubbed his forehead in dismay, looked at another guy who at least appeared to be reliable on the surface, and wondered if he shouldn't have opened this video at all.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Stark!" Tara imitated her boyfriend's tone and demeanor, and quickly switched modes when Stark looked over.

Sooner or later I'm going to be pissed off by these two little bastards :)

Out of sight and out of sight, Stark slammed the video and left a sentence: "Hurry up and bring little Osborne over here."

Tara, who was extremely happy, rubbed her face, relaxed her facial features, and raised her hand to hook Peter's neck: "Let's go! Our president is not going to sleep today!"

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"...Please give me a reasonable reason." Harry squinted, wearing a nightgown and contrasting his dark circles, perfectly interpreting what "stop crying at night" is, "It's early in the morning, guys, I'm a normal human being who needs sleep, and I hope you remember that."

"When you drank coffee before, you didn't look like a normal human being who needs sleep." Tara looped her arms, raised her arms, and went back without thinking.

"Obviously, I've reformed myself." Harry said with a straight face, "I'm already a person with a regular schedule and a healthy diet."

"Ha! Eat healthy fast food?" Tara glanced at the takeaway boxes in the corner that hadn't had time to throw away, and smiled enigmatically.

Looking left and right at the two people who were chattering happily after a few words, Peter interrupted in time: "Stop, stop, talk about business!" Otherwise, they might be able to fight until dawn.

Harry spread his hands: "Listen to you, brother. What do you want from me?"

Immediately afterwards, he watched his brother enter the ecstatic excitement mode at a speed visible to the naked eye, and took a step back very vigilantly: "What's going on?"

"This is great news, Harry!" Peter rubbed his hands excitedly, "Mr. Stark said that the research on the serum has been done!"

Even Tara took out her phone and turned on the camera.The moment when an unknown young president loses his composure is rare and has a very high collection value.

Harry had been crazy for only two seconds before he calmed down in front of Tara's undisguised phone camera that was almost stuck to his face.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he pressed the phone in front of him: "Are you serious?"

"Well, of course." Tara Shi abruptly withdrew his hand, poking and poking a series of continuous shots, "Look, the shots are pretty good."

She swiftly took it back a second before Harry reached out to snatch it, and with a squinting smile, she was full of complacency: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone except Peter."

She paused: "And I still have Peter's here, but...you should be used to it too?" She shook her phone.

"Please send it to me in a compressed package, thank you." Harry took the initiative to shake hands with Tara, and the agreement was reached at the speed of light.

At this time, Mr. Peter Parker didn't really want to talk.

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Mr. Stark is not bragging - his color is indeed much better.

At least in terms of the clarity and gloss of the serum, it is completely incomparable.

"Left hand? Right hand? Or do you have a favorite position?" Stark grabbed the serum, eagerness written all over his face.

Seeing the three little ones staring straight at him, Stark coughed and restrained a little: "Then do you want to beat it yourself? To be honest, my technique is very good, the serum of the old Popsicle is My dad did it."

No, I don't hear any connection between the two.

Tara complained silently in her heart, and raised her head: "Who is the old Popsicle? He is also sick?"

"It's quite appropriate for you to say that." A pleasant male voice came from far to near, "I was really seriously ill at that time."

"Good evening, I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you." The visitor has blond hair and blue eyes, a standard inverted triangle figure, and home clothes can't hide his beautiful muscles.

"Captain America?" Tara recalled the name.

"Captain America!" Peter called out directly, "I am me, I am Peter Parker! I admire you very much!"

"Uh, thanks, I'm glad, Peter." The captain was taken aback by the rush of enthusiasm.

"Hey!" Stark quit, "Pajama boy, aren't you my fan?"

"You are my idol forever, Mr. Stark!" Peter hurried to remedy.

"One." Tara and Harry added in a low voice with tacit understanding.

"If you don't mind, I'll give you the injection, okay? I learned something when I was a soldier." The captain suggested gently.

"Ah, of course, I'm honored." Harry nodded immediately, rolling up his sleeves.

Hearing the fluctuation in his tone, Tara couldn't help but glance at him.Harry also chasing stars?amazing.

Harry could clearly feel the cold liquid flowing into his veins and quickly warmed by his own blood.

This feeling is very strange.To be honest, he didn't feel much pain, or anything.At best, it was a little numb and crispy, as if there were little furry paws scratching his itch.

Until the whole bottle of serum was emptied, Harry didn't show any special expression, looking quite calm.

"How do you feel?" Peter was still the first to ask, and he was a little nervous when he asked.

"Ah, I don't feel anything." Harry looked down at the needle port, and seemed to be able to see the color of the serum from the blood vessels.

Then he passed out without warning.

Peter was terrified, and he rushed forward and grabbed the man.He reached out to pat his face, but didn't dare to move, maintaining a stiff posture to support Harry's soft noodle-like body.

"Put it flat!" Stark pointed at the conference table, "Put the people on it first!"

Harry's calm face didn't last long, and he suddenly started to twitch, his facial features wrinkled together, roaring like a trapped animal.

This time without Stark's reminder, the captain and Peter held Harry's limbs two by two to prevent him from hurting himself during the struggle.

Stark raised his hand to magnify the changes in Harry's body data at this time: "This is the diseased cells in his body fighting for territory with the serum, and it will be fine if you survive." But it was much more intense than expected.To avoid distracting the others, he swallowed the last sentence without saying a word.

The data fluctuates violently, but it is still maintained in the normal range.Stark stared at the number that kept rushing up, which was very close to the limit value he set.

The limit value was set by them after countless simulations, and the serum they have produced now is the most stable version, so it is impossible to cause such a violent counterattack.

Tara sniffled, sniffing the air.this smell...

It had been very faint before, almost none at all, but after Harry started to struggle, the smell gradually became more obvious, which also made Tara frowned tightly.

Demon spirit.She was able to recognize it so quickly because it was the spirit of the spider spirit.From this point of view, I am afraid that the genetic disease of the Osborne family is not a simple disease.

The author has something to say: Don't hit me, don't hit me, don't hit me [抱头]

I really didn't mean to break here!

Don't abuse Harry, don't abuse Harry, so when you hit me, be gentle [kneeling]

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