Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 113 Harry Wants Spider Serum (Fourth update, please subscribe!)
Hawke stood with his hands in his pockets on the edge of the Times Square rooftop, looking at the Spider-Woman, and spoke calmly.

Peter just thought Hawke was showing off.

but……

He quickly realized why Hawke had suddenly made his move.

It wasn't just Peter.

Peter and Mary met up and took the subway home together, while Hawke drove Gwen home. Gwen then guessed why Hawke had suddenly made his move.

However, Gwen looked at Hawke with some curiosity.

"If this hadn't happened in Times Square, would you still have intervened?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Hawke glanced at Gwen, then thought seriously for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head, saying, "I don't know."

The reason he took action was because it was Times Square.

It was the most memorable place in his life.

none of them.

Because here, on September 10, 2009, he lost his younger sister Anya, whom he had grown up with in this life. Although Anya had a congenital heart disease, she was smart, well-behaved, and lovely from a young age.

The Electroman who appears in Times Square, regardless of his reasons for being there or what his purpose is.

But Electro's appearance in Times Square and his destruction were undoubtedly rubbing salt into his wounds.

Times Square will not tolerate any more unjust treatment!

So the electric man died.

There was no other reason than that he appeared in Times Square.

That's it.

the next day.

As expected, last night, the news of Spider-Man battling Electro in Times Square once again made the front page headlines.

In particular, the Daily Bugle published a 4K high-definition photo.

Hawke glanced at the front-page photo of Spider-Man twisting and turning in the air in the newspaper in his hand, then looked up at Gwen, who always came here on her days off, and chuckled: "I don't know how good Peter's photography skills are now, but his selfie skills are getting better and better."

Gwen, who was rinsing the sink with the tap, released her right hand, letting the retractable faucet spring back automatically. Hearing this, she turned to the island counter, glanced at the newspaper in Hawke's hand, and said, "This photo shows that Grandet gave Peter a reward of five hundred dollars."

It is common knowledge that the owner of the Daily Bugle is a modern-day Grandet.

Hawke gasped when he heard the amount of the prize money.

"Five hundred, good heavens, which miser is so generous?"

“That’s what Mary said.”

Gwen shrugged, then, recalling her conversation with Mary on her way here, she said to Hawke with amusement, "Peter stood Mary up again."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

"what happened?"

Peter said that while Spider-Man is in the spotlight again, he needs to quickly find a way to take more pictures of Spider-Man and get more coins from Scrooge.

"hiss!"

Hawke inhales.

but……

He thought for a moment, chuckled, and put down the newspaper in his hand: "Peter's Uncle Ben has passed away, leaving only Aunt May at home. The annual property tax is a huge expense. I guess Peter doesn't want his Aunt May to have to work so hard, and Peter is indeed different from me."

Upon hearing this, Gwen placed her hands on the island platform in front of her and smiled at Hawke.

“What’s different?”

"He is a truly kind person."

Hawke finished the hot cocoa Gwen had brought from home in one gulp, then looked at Gwen and said, "If anyone else had Peter's abilities, they would probably be financially independent by now."

Gwen blinked and looked at Hawke: "So, that's why you're thinking of helping Peter pay for our trip to London?"

Hawke shrugged and smiled slightly.

"I am financially independent."

"Hawk."

"Ok?"

"You are actually very kind."

Gwen stared intently at Hawke.

Hawke looked up at Gwen.

Eyes facing each other.

next second.

Gwen smiled slightly, clapped her hands, and walked towards the backyard: "Alright, Mr. Kind, hurry up and clean up the breakfast, then come to the backyard. We have a lot to do today."

Although she has lived in an apartment building since she was a child, she has always had a dream.

That is, after getting married, there must be a backyard in your home, filled with flowers and plants that you carefully tend to.

This is not.

My dream has come true ahead of schedule.

after awhile.

Hawke opened the sliding door to the living room, walked into the backyard porch, and looked at Gwen, who had already picked up a small shovel, saying, "I probably won't be able to help you with the chores."

Gwen turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hawke shrugged.

"Harry just called and invited me to the manor, asking if I had time."

"Harry?"

Gwen paused for a moment, then asked with some curiosity, "Harry is free now?"

Since Norman Osborn's death, Harry has been busy with Osborn's affairs, so busy that he didn't even have time to attend the prom a few days ago.

Harry was even too busy to attend yesterday's graduation ceremony.

and……

"Are you and Harry close?"

"good."

"Then you go."

"You're not going?"

"Don't go."

Gwen shook her head, looked around the backyard, and then smiled at Hawke, "I'll use the computer to make a rendering of my backyard layout later. I'm sure you'll like it." "I like anything you make."

Hawke responded, then said to Gwen, "Shall I go?"

Gwen waved her hand.

Hawke smiled, turned and left the backyard, heading towards the garage.

He didn't really want to go to Harry's Osborn Manor.

But if he had to choose between tidying up the back garden and going to Osborne Estate, he would choose Osborne Estate.

Two hours later.

Osborne Estate.

As Hawke drove up to the entrance of Osborne Estate, he saw a familiar face standing at the gate.

"Peter?"

"Hawk."

Peter, who was just about to enter the manor, turned his head and saw the Audi A8 driving by. His eyes lit up, and he walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

Peter was somewhat surprised.

"How did you come."

Harry called to invite me.

Hawke said something, then seemed to remember something, and as he drove into the manor, he looked at Peter and asked, "Did Harry call you too?"

Peter nodded: "Yes, I took it this morning."

Peter seemed to realize something at this point and glanced at Hawke.

Hawke smiled.

Looking at the main building of Osborne Manor, which had come into view, he already had a rough guess in his mind.

really.

When Harry met the two of them, exchanged pleasantries and hugs, and then began playing the video about the spider serum found in the Osborn Experiments database, Hawke knew he hadn't guessed wrong.

only……

He was a little confused.

But not the kind of confusion.

He was watching the video Harry was playing and already knew what Harry was going to say next, but he didn't understand why Harry had called him over.

Harry wants to know Spider-Man's identity; Peter is all he needs.

Well known.

Spider-Man's personal photos are authorized to Peter Parker of the Daily Bugle, who has Spider-Man's contact information—an open secret in New York City's gossip media circles.

But what about him?
until--

Hawke looked at the photo Harry handed him, took it, and examined it in his hand.

Peter, who was standing nearby, also came over.

into the eye.

On the rooftop of Times Square, the figures of myself and Spider-Man, standing on the edge of the rooftop, are clearly visible in this photo.

Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked up at Harry.

"You followed me."

"Do not."

Harry sat down on the sofa next to him and shook his head: "I just hired a private investigator to track Spider-Man and try to find out his real identity."

Hawke nodded upon hearing this and handed the photo in his hand to Peter, who was standing next to him.

Peter, looking at the photo in his hand, glanced curiously at Harry: "Harry, you're looking for Spider-Man because..."

Harry didn't hide anything and said to Hawke and Peter, "The Osborn family has a hereditary disease. It was my father Norman before, and now it's me. Spider-Man might be able to cure me, so I came to you to tell me who Spider-Man is, or give me a way to contact him."

Peter opened his mouth.

Hawke, sitting to the side, preemptively said, "I just happened to run into him last night. You should talk to Peter about this; he's Spider-Man's personal photographer."

He had no interest in getting involved.

This was a private matter between Peter and Harry.

After Hawke finished speaking, he got up from the sofa and wandered around the living room of the manor.

He seemed to smell a familiar scent here.

But I can't remember it for the time being.

Hawke thought to himself, then walked toward the annex building.

Harry watched Hawke disappear from sight, then turned his gaze to Peter.

"Peter?"

“Harry…”

Peter met Harry's gaze, opened his mouth, then thought for a moment: "I'll text him and ask him to come and meet you."

A bright smile appeared on Harry's somewhat gloomy face.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Peter smiled too, but it looked a little forced.

After half an hour.

As Hawke drove Peter, who had hitched a ride, away from Osborn Manor, Peter finally couldn't help but say, "Harry wants Spider-Man's blood."

Hawke glanced at Peter: "So?"

Peter frowned and said, "Harry thought Spider-Man's blood could cure his family's genetic disease, but I found a video of my parents before they disappeared. The spider serum from that time was fused with my genes, so it only works on me. If other people were injected with it, they might die."

Hawke glanced at Peter.

“Peter, do you remember what I said back on that sewer platform with the Lizardman doctor?”

"Uh……"

Peter's brows were furrowed.

Hawke chuckled lightly: "Whether I give it to him or not is my business; whether he lives or dies is his business."

Peter fell silent upon hearing this.

then……

(End of this chapter)