Marvel Super Armor

Harry was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his father to point it out directly.

He hesitated for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "...Yeah."

"How does it feel to know that your father is a madman who likes to fly around in the sky, laughing maniacally and throwing bombs at people?"

Norman turned to look at the left rearview mirror, made sure there was no car, then turned the steering wheel skillfully, his tone as calm as asking, "What interesting thing happened in school today?"

"I don't know how to describe how I feel now... To be honest, my brain is in a mess." Harry showed an overwhelmed wry smile.

"Human nature."

Norman expressed his understanding and showed a hesitant expression, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, he had already driven the car into the garage. After parking the car and turning off the engine, he turned to Harry and said, "Follow me, it's time to tell you something."

"……Oh."

Harry swallowed quietly, knowing that what was about to happen would shake his world view, and he had to be mentally prepared in advance.

The two of them walked all the way to Norman's study. He twisted and turned on several decorations. The bookshelf slowly turned back, revealing a staircase leading to the lower floor.

"Oh," Harry raised his eyebrows: "There is a secret agent in your study...forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Take a deep breath, kid, I don't want you to be frightened by what's down there."

Norman joked and took the lead down the stairs.

"Phew...relax, what could be more surprising."

Harry took a deep breath, looked at the dark staircase, hesitated, and mustered up the courage to follow.

The two walked in silence for more than ten seconds until they reached the end of the stairs.

Norman pressed his fingerprints on the wall, and with the sound of the metal door opening, bright light poured in from the room.

This secret basement was about [-] square meters, filled with various experimental instruments and manufacturing tools. Harry even saw a miniature lathe in the corner. Norman's bat wings were spent here. Hundreds of nights in the making.

"This is……!!!"

Harry's pupils narrowed as he looked at the powered armor hanging on the wall.

Even though I had prepared myself mentally, my heartbeat inevitably accelerated, and even my breathing quietly became faster.

"Actually, this mask is a bit scary, but I still like it very much, because for a bomber, such a disguise of benevolence is really unnecessary."

Norman raised his hand to straighten the evil ghost mask and looked back at Harry: "What do you think?"

Harry didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment, so he could only nod: "I think it's okay."

"It's an expected answer. You kid is good at everything, but your personality is too boring. It would be great if you could learn from Ethan." Norman shook his head and said pointedly.

However, Harry didn't know the deep meaning of his words. When he heard Ethan's name, he frowned, lowered his head and replied in a low voice:

"Oh."

Norman looked at his son's depressed look and suddenly started telling unrelated things: "Do you know why I am obsessed with developing super soldier serum and spider venom, drugs that can strengthen the human body?"

"?"

Harry turned to look at Norman blankly.

Dad, is this topic a bit too big?

"...Isn't it because of cooperation with the military?" he asked uncertainly.

"This is indeed one reason, but a collaborative project does not require me to put a lot of effort into it, and it has lasted for more than 20 years."

Norman denied Harry's point of view, walked to the operating table and clicked a few times, and many photos popped up on the light screen.

"These are pictures of previous generations of the Osborne family as they passed away, see for yourself."

Harry stepped forward and took a look at the miserable appearance of the people in the photo. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became: "Why are these people...?!"

"Retroviral hyperplasia, a disease that is the curse of the Osborne family, manifests itself in every generation starting in adolescence."

Norman looked at the people in the photo, inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

"At first, you will feel twitching of your hands and feet from time to time, which will gradually develop into muscle weakness. In the end, you will be like a vegetative state and can't even get out of bed... You should know how unbearable this feeling is."

He looked at Harry, who thought about the hard life of sleeping in bed every day for more than half a month, and nodded gloomily.

Norman was very satisfied with his expression, a look of memories appeared on his face, and he recounted the past:

"When Aoshi Group was still a small company, I had already asked Peter's father Richard and another scientist O'Neill to be responsible for the research on the antidote."

"The method given by Richard is to use the self-healing ability of spider cells, add radioactive isotopes to the corresponding human DNA, and use biological means to heal diseased cells."

"O'Neill took a different approach and wanted to use chemical means to develop a mutagen that could stimulate self-repair at the cellular level, but he used mice and turtles."

"It took us 12 years to finally get the results, but just when human experiments were about to begin, Richard destroyed all the experimental data, and burned down the laboratory with O'Neill. They all went abroad and disappeared from sight.”

"Later I found out that he had conducted experiments on himself."

"On yourself?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"yes……"

An inexplicable emotion flashed through Norman's eyes, and he was a bit disappointed: "On myself."

"As for whether the final experiment was successful, I don't know, because I have no news about him since then, and I don't know whether the person is dead or alive."

"At that time, I fell into despair and thought everything was lost. I gave up on myself for a long time. Later, it was your mother who woke me up and cheered me up again."

There was a tenderness in Norman's eyes that Harry had never seen before. For the most important woman in his life, he never hesitated to miss her.

Xu remembered the past of his wife's death, and he eased his emotions before continuing:

"After that, I re-recruited Richard's former classmate Kurt Connors, and later by chance, Michael Morbius joined the project team to continue the research on the antidote."

"However, Connors's level is still too poor. His experimental conditions were more than twice as good as before, but he still couldn't restore the formula used by Richard after spending seven years. In the end, he turned himself into A damn big lizard!”

Norman became more and more angry as he spoke, and slapped the table hard. The loud sound startled Harry, who was focusing on the past.

"Mobius's progress is pretty good. He's only one step away from success...it's obviously only one step away!"

Norman gritted his teeth and his heart ached like a knife.

He founded the Aoshi Group by himself. When the company was far from as large as it is now, he had to sell a large number of shares for reasons such as funds and equipment.

Originally, Norman tried his best to keep his controlling stake at the highest level, but later he had no choice but to dilute his shares for the sake of the company's development. In the end, he suffered the consequences. He was used as a scapegoat by the shareholders' meeting and was kicked out together.

"No wonder I always twitch twice when I sleep at night. It turns out to be the cause of this disease."

Harry noticed that his father was in a bad mood and took the initiative to change the topic to himself: "In other words, as long as I can get the antidote from Dr. Morbius, I can be cured of this disease forever?"

"...That's right."

Norman closed his eyes to calm down. When he opened them again, he was clear again, but still cold.

"Dad, you're not going to rob me, are you?"

Harry looked at him a little worried.

"This is the antidote that can change the fate of all descendants of the Osborne family. No matter what the price, I will definitely get it."

Norman Osborne never lies.

"But what does this have to do with you attacking civilians?" Harry was still a little confused.

"After being injected with the Super Soldier Serum, I have an extra personality in my mind. I will use the identity of [Green Goblin] to do some anti-social things. If you see me hurting others in the future, he must have taken over my mind." Body, remember to stay away from me."

Norman calmly extricated himself from the situation of "sociopath".

"Another personality?"

This reason was beyond Harry's expectation and he didn't know what to say.

On the way back, he thought about many possibilities. Maybe Norman was resentful because he was blamed by the shareholders. Maybe Norman was used as a blackmail by someone. Maybe someone was threatening him with his own safety. , but I didn’t expect it to be a nonsense reason like dual personality.

"What, you don't believe it?" Norman saw his strange expression.

"I believe."

"Then are you afraid of me?"

"Not afraid," Harry shook his head: "I don't think you will hurt me."

"...Ha, so your character is too boring."

Norman looked at Harry intently, suddenly feeling sentimental, and shook his head with a smile: "She is exactly the same as your mother."

"Dad, then you will... No, will 'he' attack civilians in the future?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before asking the most crucial question.

Deep down, he is still a kind person.

"I don't know, I can't control him."

"...That's it."

Harry lowered his head silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What? Are you going to put me in jail?"

Norman said jokingly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"No, I just don't want you to take the blame for 'his' guilt."

Harry didn't know the inside story, but he just instinctively cared about his father.

Norman looked at his son's complicated eyes and suddenly noticed that Harry had grown so tall at some point and was almost catching up with him.

He raised his hand and patted Harry's shoulder gently, as if to reassure him, and also as if to say to himself:

"Don't worry, it'll be alright."

"everything will get better."