[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"It doesn't matter how I know he was injured, what matters is that I can't find him now, and you know where he is—"

"I don't know where he is!" Harry Osborn retorted calmly and loudly. "And I'm sure he doesn't want to see you at all." His tone was almost vicious.

Spider-Man seemed to be irritated, he wanted to continue to take a step forward, but stopped in the next moment, as if frozen by something.Harry's heart was instantly filled with an ominous premonition. He turned his head and saw Zemo standing behind him.

Zemo's expression was not surprised. He seemed to have considered it before leaving the room. He took a step forward, glanced at the two speechless teenagers, and said, "Are you looking for me?"

Spider-Man nodded.

"I'm here," Zemo said, "Want to give me a hug?"

He couldn't help laughing, Harry Osborn stood aside, listening to everything he said in disbelief, Spider-Man rushed forward and hugged him before he finished speaking Zemo, Zemo felt like he was suffocating, it wasn't like Peter's hug that was so tender he could barely feel it.He can feel those almost materialized emotions from Peter now, sadness, anger, longing, overflowing joy, his ribs are about to break.

"Spiderman," Zemo said, "you're breaking my bones."

Peter relaxed his grip, but didn't release Zemo. He asked, "Why are you back so late?"

"Because I still have things to do," Zemo said, "I want to have an understanding of the past - but this is not important, what is important is the people I can see now, and the beauty I can grasp." He gently Pulling the distance between Peter and himself, he gently touched Peter's cheek through the hood.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked, staring at Zemo and Peter indifferently, his tone so suppressed that Zemo could foresee his anger.

"This is Spider-Man..."

"I know it's Spider-Man, I mean what do you guys mean? What do you mean you're back so late?" Harry pressed, glaring at Zemo and Peter.

"I promised that he would return to the United States after being rescued by you." Zemo said, he knew he had lied to Harry, and although Harry had lied to him at the same time, at least he gave his sincerity, and he felt a little guilty.His initial thought was that Harry didn't need to know that much information about him, and if he did, it might increase his troubles.What he didn't expect was that Harry had developed a deeper affection for him than he expected, and it made Harry feel sad.

"So you have been lying to me all this time." Harry Osborn said, his eyes almost spattered with venom, Peter quietly held Zemo's hand, "Nationality, name, plan, emotion, past, future, you Lied to me all the time, and I—" Harry took a deep breath, he looked hysterical—"and I was like a fool, thinking that if you show enough sincerity to you, you will always be rewarded!"

"I'm sorry, Harry," Zemo said, "but you should have understood from the beginning."

Harry stared at him, as if trying to see what he wanted from Zemo's face, and finally he closed his eyes, pursed his lips and raised the corners of his mouth: "I feel like I'm a clown, I think I'm smart, Very understanding, but everything is a joke, right?" He opened his eyes, and his light blue eyes stared at Zemo like thin ice.

"I don't understand anything, I can't even recognize your true face."

"I'm sorry," Zemo said, "I never thought you'd really say that much to me."

"No, now I know, you're just a wrong path in my life." Harry said, his eyes watered, but there was no longer any strong emotion on his face, "It's just like every one of us in the past. It’s like going the wrong way.”

Zemo tried to feel Harry's thoughts, a sensitive and suspicious teenager who grew up in an environment of lack of emotional support but material abundance. After being crazy, he decided to start a good life again. After a meaningless relationship He met a person he had a crush on, and after a lot of hard work and sincerity, he only knew that the other person had lied to him from the beginning.

There is no deep relationship between them, they have no spiritual communication, and they have not experienced anything together.Zemo thought, and Harry Osborn, although sensitive and suspicious, was not paranoid about violence, and it would be easy for him to let him go.

"Goodbye," Zemo said.

Harry Osborn grasped the railing behind him tightly. Indeed, at this moment, what else could the other party say besides goodbye?

"What's your name?" Harry Osborn finally asked. This may be his last insistence, because under the numerous lies of the other party, he never even knew the other party's name.

"Helmut Zemo, I'm from Sokovia."

There was no expression on Harry's face anymore, he looked at Zemo, and Spider-Man left his house with Zemo, and left by the main entrance.His pistol was in the drawer of the wooden table not far away, but he knew that even if he took out the pistol, it would be taken away by spider webs in an instant, not to mention that he was not angry enough to choose to attack people with a gun.He's a sane guy and needs to do sane things, Aaron Vidic -- no, Helmut Zemo was just a ramification in his life, and he'll get over it.

No matter how sad he is now, this road will always disappear before his eyes.

Harry covered his mouth with his hands and sniffed his nose. He felt his legs lose strength, and his desire to cry became stronger and stronger. His nose felt sore, as if soaked in corrosive liquid. He remembered that he was sent to the hospital The gaudy lights of the pub the night before, the raisin cake on the picnic cloth made by the Asian girl who sold him to Hydra, the horrible blue and swollen face of his father in the hospital bed, Helmu Te. Zemo gave him a warm hug and a stroll by the lake. He had the curiosity and affection for Helmut Zemo in his heart and the eyes that followed him unconsciously. He slowly squatted on the stairs Under the railing, I felt tears flow out of my eyes, and the world became blurred.

He raised his head to stop the tears from being so raging, sniffed his nose to suppress his slight trembling, he wanted to get up, but he didn't have the strength, so he could only shrink by the railing, like an abandoned person.

At the beginning, he thought he would be the manipulator in this matter. He rescued Helmut Zemo. Feelings arose for him, but not long ago he realized that he was not a manipulator in front of that powerful and calculating man, and just now he realized his true identity, he was just a victim, a Someone who has been lied to, who has been used.

But that's only a small part of life, he told himself, to be sensible, even if it didn't make him less sad.This is only a small part of life. What you need to think about most now is how to overcome genetic diseases and survive.

The author has something to say: Although Harry's feelings for Zemo are not deep enough to support the Shura field.

But we have spider serum, which can make him paranoid.