Harry felt that compared to the Spider-Man in the other two movies, the Spider-Man in this World was very fortunate.
There were other superheroes here besides him; in the movies, when Peter gained his superpowers, the superheroes were already starting to fight a civil war, and superhumans were no longer just legends by then.
The suit, Stark arranged it; later on, there was even the nanotechnology suit. Doctor Octopus would curse upon seeing the spider legs on the back of the suit. Web Fluid weapons? Stark would arrange them for you; electric shocks, paralysis, everything was included.
Then there was the identity issue: his girlfriend knew, his best friend knew, Mei knew, Iron Man knew, Nick Fury knew, and quite a few Avengers probably knew too.
If an Avengers, a superhero organization, popped up in the Worlds of the other two Spider-Men, they would probably be overjoyed.
If things followed the movie's development, he would likely receive a painful lesson.
"So that vial of blood wasn't used for a transfusion for Uncle Ben," Peter said, covering his face.
"It certainly wasn't. The Osborn Group has artificial blood, remember?"
Even if Peter wasn't on the scene, Uncle Ben wouldn't die, but Harry was determined to get his hands on Peter's blood.
"But that doesn't make sense. When Uncle Ben had his accident, there was no Spider-Man in the World yet."
"The World might not have known about the mutated spider, but that thing escaped from Osborn, Peter. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"
Harry's words left Peter speechless.
"Don't worry, I won't expose your identity. Only I know about this."
However, this still didn't dispel Peter's unease, so Harry had to wave his hand at Peter.
"Peter, come here."
Peter didn't seem to have figured out how to face the fact that his identity had been exposed, and he sat down in front of Harry in a daze.
Harry placed his elbow on the tabletop, set up an arm-wrestling pose, and nodded at Peter.
Peter was a little slow to react.
"Arm wrestling? I..." Before he could finish, Harry shook his head at him again, signaling him to take his hand.
Peter had to take it, half-doubting, and it was obvious that his movements were extremely cautious.
Bang!
Harry won the first round cleanly and efficiently.
Peter's expression was like he had seen a ghost—even though he hadn't used any strength at all, it was impossible for a normal person to just pin him down like that. He could stop a 40 mph car with his bare hands!
So he added a little force, but Harry still didn't budge, even provocatively signaling Peter to use some strength.
Now Peter's expression became interesting, as if he had come back to his senses, and a look of pleasant surprise hung on his face—just like a child who hadn't received a gift from Santa Claus by 11:59 PM on Christmas, suddenly finding what they wanted in their stocking!
As the force gradually increased, Harry also felt the pressure—although this Spider-Man was still growing, his strength was indeed not to be underestimated.
But Harry was no slouch either, and soon their competition gradually heated up—
Bang!
A huge noise interrupted this arm-wrestling match—Harry's office desk cracked!
The door was suddenly opened from the outside; it was Hurley who had heard the noise.
"What happened? I heard—oh my god, what are you two doing?" Seeing the table split in two, Hurley was dumbfounded.
This wasn't some shoddy office desk; it was a high-end piece used by the big boss of the Osborn Group, and there was only one like it in the whole World!
This desk was bulletproof!
"Mr. Osborn, I didn't mean to, I just..." The first thing Peter thought of was that this thing looked very expensive, and would he have to work for free for Osborn for ten years?
Harry waved his hand at Hurley, indicating that everything was normal and it was just a minor incident.
Looking at the desk split in two, Harry leaned back in his chair.
"I've said it before, you can call me Harry. I'm not much older than you." Harry shrugged.
As for this table, it was only worth a hundred thousand dollars or so; it was a good opportunity to replace it with a newly designed holographic projection desk.
Peter looked at his own hand, then looked at Harry.
"Okay, Mr. Osborn—I mean Harry! That guy riding the green glider must be you, right! I can't believe I didn't think of it! I should have thought of it sooner!"
"That glider is so cool, can I try it too? Uh, or is that your exclusive equipment? I'm just asking."
Once he accepted this premise, Peter instantly opened the floodgates.
The rarest thing in this World is finding someone who is truly the same as you; for a teenager in his teens, possessing superpowers would change his life.
As a civilian hero, in order to protect the people around him, he had to hide his identity well, appearing on the surface as a poor student whose parents had died, facing the pressures of life.
In secret, he also had to bear the responsibilities of being a superhero, especially in a World without other superheroes—he could not fail.
In Harry's view, the Spider-Man in the Marvel movies was much happier than his predecessors—at least there were many superheroes here, although they might not have the same worries as Peter.
And in Harry's World, Harry thought, the two of them could team up to handle problems in New York, like the Hulk who was about to arrive in New York soon.
Spider-Man wasn't tied to any factions behind the scenes, and Harry liked this kind of civilian hero.
The power of Peter's chatter once he opened up still exceeded Harry's imagination:
Peter first asked Harry how he got his superpowers, then asked what his superpowers were, whether the green glider guy was Harry, and whether the two of them could form a hero team called the New Warriors; after that, he talked about his Web Fluid, asking how Harry synthesized his Web Fluid and how he himself synthesized his—
In short, there were many topics, and Harry got a bit of a headache listening to him.
"Stop, stop, stop, Peter. I know you have a lot to say, but can you hold it back a bit? I have to go back to work."
"What? But I still have quite a few questions."
"Let's stop here for today. If there's anything else, contact me by phone!"
Harry practically pushed Peter out of the office, and in the end, this kid insisted on taking a selfie with him.
Watching Peter leave, Harry shook his head—this kid really talked more than most.
Perhaps because his aunt and uncle were safe and sound, one could hardly feel any heavy burden on Peter right now.
As he watched, Harry suddenly remembered one thing:
He had called Peter over to have a showdown mainly to have Peter look for anything his parents might have left him at home and dig into his family history.
As a result, they talked and talked, and Harry forgot about it.
"Forget it, I'll do it when there's another opportunity."
Between continuing to talk with Peter and going back to rest, Harry decisively chose the latter.
This matter wasn't too urgent anyway.
Chatting, chatting all day, to be honest, it was a bit tiring.
"Harry, what's up with that table?" At this moment, Hurley followed up.
"The quality wasn't good, let's make a new one. Coming to my place tonight? It shouldn't be that busy lately."
Unexpectedly, Hurley shook her head.
"I think you'll have to work overtime. Colonel Rhodes from the Department of Defense sent a document, requesting you to go to Washington D.C. tomorrow to discuss this matter."
Harry opened the document bag in confusion, instantly understanding what the situation was.
The photos in the document bag were taken on the battlefield. In the photos, an enemy who was clearly a terrorist possessed power armor.
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