The Ancestors: From Gwen to Spider-Man

Chapter 40 Confession
Chapter 29

Osborne Building.

After the party, Felicia went to work the next day and reported to Harry about her work.

Harry was generally satisfied, except for a few words that Peter said.

"Is he all right?"

"I hope he doesn't mess around."

After hesitating, Harry decided to invite Peter to Osborne.

"You're welcome, Peter!"

When Felicia brought Peter in, Harry got up to greet him.

"I'm still curious, why the eldest son of the Osborne family invited me suddenly." Peter teased with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Harry laughed to himself and said, "Maybe not anytime soon."

"I don't think so," Peter encouraged.

Felicia tactfully retreated into the corner, and Harry turned around and showed Peter the office he had inherited from his father.

Then the two stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the most expensive location in New York.

"If Electron hadn't escaped last night, and now the media are scrambling to report, making them burnt out, maybe I would have to accept their trial at the shareholders meeting now." Harry said.

"That proves you deserved your life, doesn't it?"

"Haha." Harry smiled happily, but silently added in his heart,
of course not.

He was the one who let Electron go, and to be honest, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

The damage caused by the Electro-Optical Man was much greater than he had imagined.

Who would have thought that a tube of genetic medicine could directly convert people into electricity, and the painting style has changed, okay?
But Harry didn't regret it, nor could he.

He has no other cards, so he can only buy time as much as possible, even if he is dying.

Before today, he could only keep these words in his heart, and could not share any bit of them, not even Felicia.

Until now, only Peter can confide a thing or two.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing is the right thing to do," said Harry.

"For most of the world, there is nothing absolutely right or absolutely wrong."

"Yes, there is only one choice, as long as you have no regrets."

"Worthless." Harry murmured, "I don't know...but I have to keep Osborne."

Peter didn't say anything more, Harry could only change the subject, smiled and said:
"Tell me, why didn't Black Superman show up last night and just deal with Electron?"

He originally said it in that relaxed, joking tone, but no one could hear what he meant.

Dissatisfaction with Black Superman...and resentment!

"It seems that you are still grieving about your father." Peter sighed.

"Otherwise?" Harry put his hand on the floor-to-ceiling window, pressed it tightly, and asked:

"For a man who killed my father, I used to regard him as an idol, but no longer, I can no longer see him in the same way."

"But your father deserved it, Harry."

Without any hesitation, Peter said these harsh words.

Harry was also taken aback by Peter's words.

Logically, he should be angry now.But I don’t know if it’s because the person who said this was Peter. Not only was he not angry, but he was like a ball that had been pierced by the sharp words, and his whole body became a little depressed.
"I know, I know, Peter. My father was a villain, and he deserved it...but isn't that the saddest thing?"

He raised his head, looked at Peter, and said:
"He is my father after all, transcending all morality and law, creating me, raising me, the father who is closely connected by blood."

"I am tangled, contradictory, and painful."

"Black Superman killed my father. I should have hated him, hated him, and hated him! But... I know that all of this is not his fault... it was my father's own choice."

"My conscience can't make me completely stand on my father's side, hostile to Hei Superman, and my feelings can't make me completely see through, understand, forgive Hei Superman... Can you understand my feeling?"

Peter listened and suddenly thought of Tony.

So did Harry, and so did Tony, they were all smart and could understand many things, but sometimes, some things were not enough to understand.

They can't get past this.

It's almost unsolvable.

The world cannot be changed, only oneself can be changed.

Heh, but for some people, sometimes changing the world may be easier than reconciling with yourself.

However, if Peter were to do it again, he would still choose to kill the Green Goblin.

For these guys, Peter seldom directly sentenced to death.

Like Connors for example.

Even if he became a lizardman, he was still resisting and struggling. All he thought about was redemption.

He begged to let others kill him, but in his heart he longed for someone who could save him.

For example, like Jinbin.

He is the king of the underground, and 80.00% of the crimes on the table in New York are more or less related to him.

But Peter didn't kill him either.

Because he can also be regarded as the creator of the rules and belongs to the operating procedures of this society.

In terms of imagery, he is the one who disposes of garbage. The evil in him not only comes from him, but more is added to him by the whole society.

Without him, Peter is sure that New York would be several times more chaotic in a short period of time until the next gold medal appears.

Only the Green Goblin, he is completely outside the rules, his existence is to destroy, to destroy.

Wouldn't he kill this uncontrolled guy and keep it for the New Year?
Oh, in the United States, it should be Christmas.

As for Vulture... there's nothing to say, he's damned.

Therefore, contradictions cannot be changed, and the only thing that can be changed is people.

"Harry, whether you hate it or let it go, you have to try it." Peter said.

Harry looked at him puzzled.

Peter looked at the blue sky and said, "If you can't let go, then try to get revenge on Black Superman.

Once, twice, keep going until you have a clear conscience. "

"Haha, what a clear conscience." Harry laughed and complained:
"Forget it, Peter, to provoke Black Superman? I don't want to die so soon."

"Oh. You're pretty self-aware."

Harry: ...

"I shouldn't have asked you to come here, you came here to make trouble for me, right?"

He exhaled and solemnly said:
"Thank you, Peter, thank you very much."

"No. You helped me too, didn't you? I'm very pleased with the dance."

Harry shook his head, turned around and went to the wine cabinet full of expensive and fine wines behind him, picking and choosing.

"Want something to drink?" he asked.

"Give me a Coke with ice if you can."

"Hey! Don't be kidding me, which wine here is ten thousand times better than that soda?"

"No, are you serious? You will regret it, Felicia!"

Felicia in the corner: ...

"Okay, wait a minute, boss." She rolled her eyes and stepped back to find a Coke with ice.

"Pepsi." Peter added.

Harry poured himself a glass of whiskey, simmered it, and said, "Peter, I've come to see you . . . one more thing."

He looked a little embarrassed, "About the last time I asked you to invite Spider-Woman..."

"You didn't give up?"

"This is a matter of life, Peter, it's not that I don't believe you..."

"I see."

"So..." Harry looked at Peter expectantly.

"I can't promise you, Harry."

Harry was taken aback, "Why, I thought..."

"I didn't say that the research is still going on, and your problem will always be solved in the future."

"Yes, I believe you. But I don't want to sit still... Or, do you still value Spider-Woman more than me?" Harry looked at Peter.

At this moment, his gaze was a little too sharp, and only Peter's body of steel could ignore it.

"Harry, there is something I must confess to you," he said.

"What?" Harry swallowed. At this moment, he was surprisingly nervous.

"Actually, I'm not a fan of Black Superman. I'm a fan of Spider-Woman."

Harry: "What?"

He looked at Peter dumbfounded.

He smiled wryly, "Peter, stop joking with me at this time."

"I'm not kidding you, this is important."

"Sometimes, one tube of blood is enough to do a lot, isn't it?"

Harry: ...

He was a little disappointed that in the end Peter... still didn't choose him.

After Peter left, he was the only one left sitting alone in the spacious office.

Until a blue current flowed from the socket on the ground and gradually condensed into a human shape in the air,
"Oh, poor Harry Osborn, you're all alone again," Max said.

……

　Thank you [tail number 3489] for the 5000 starting coins!
　　The efficiency of coding tonight is not bad, but this nod has already begun to faint. I will code in the next chapter, and I may not be able to come out tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)