Chapter 214

Hawk stood with his hands in his pockets on the edge of the rooftop of the Times Square building, looking at the Spider-Spirit, speaking in a very calm tone.

Peter only felt that Hawk was showing off.

But...

He thought about it, and soon thought of the reason why Hawk had suddenly made a move.

It wasn't just Peter.

When Peter and Mary met up to take the subway home, and Hawk was driving Gwen home, Gwen also guessed the reason why Hawk had suddenly made a move.

However, Gwen looked at Hawk somewhat curiously.

"If the incident hadn't happened in Times Square, would you still have made a move?"

"..."

Hawk heard this, glanced at Gwen, then thought about it seriously, then laughed, and shook his head: "Don't know."

The reason he made a move was because that place was Times Square.

It was the most profound location in his memories of this life.

None other.

Because here, on September 10, 2009, he lost his sister Anya, who grew up with him in this life, and although she had congenital heart disease, she had been smart, well-behaved, and cute since she was a child.

And Electro-Man, who appeared in Times Square, regardless of the reason he appeared there, and regardless of what his purpose was.

But Electro-Man, who appeared in Times Square and caused destruction, was undoubtedly rubbing salt into his wounds.

Times Square doesn't allow any more regrets!

So Electro-Man died.

No other reason, just because he appeared in Times Square.

That's all.

The next day.

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

Especially the Daily Bugle, which even published a 4K high-definition photo.

Hawk looked at the front-page photo of Spider-Man twisting his waist and moving in the air in the newspaper in his hand, looked up, and laughed at Gwen, who would come here even on her day off: "I don't know how good Peter's photography skills are now, but his selfie skills are getting better and better."

Gwen, who was flushing the sink clean with the faucet, released her right hand, let the retractable faucet automatically spring back, heard this sentence, turned around to come to the island counter, and glanced at the newspaper in Hawk's hand: "For this photo, that miser gave Peter a bonus of five hundred dollars."

The boss of the Daily Bugle is a modern-day miser, this is a well-known fact.

Hawk heard this bonus amount and gasped.

"Five hundred, good guy, which miser is so willing."

"Mary said so."

Gwen shrugged, then thought of the content of Mary's call with her when she came over, and said to Hawk somewhat amusedly: "Peter stood Mary up again."

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Peter said, taking advantage of the fact that Spider-Man is a hot topic again, he has to hurry and find a way to take more photos of Spider-Man, and explode more gold coins from that miser."

"Hiss!"

Hawk gasped.

But...

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

Gwen heard this, put her hands on the island counter in front of her, and looked at Hawk with a smile.

"How is he different?"

"He is a truly kind person."

Hawk drank the hot cocoa Gwen brought from home in one gulp, then looked at Gwen: "If it were anyone else with Peter's abilities, they would have probably achieved financial freedom long ago."

Gwen blinked her eyes and looked at Hawk: "So, that's why you thought about helping Peter cover the expenses for our trip to London this time?"

Hawk shrugged and smiled slightly.

"I have achieved financial freedom."

"Hawk."

"Yeah?"

"You are actually very kind too."

Gwen looked at Hawk intently.

Hawk looked up at Gwen.

Eyes met.

The next second.

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

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

That is, after getting married, her home must have a backyard, and the backyard must be filled with flowers and plants she carefully tended.

And here it is.

The dream can be considered realized in advance.

After a while.

Hawk pulled open the sliding door of the living room, walked to the corridor of the backyard, and said to Gwen, who had already picked up a small shovel over there: "I might not be able to help you with work."

Gwen turned her head to look: "What's wrong?"

Hawk shrugged.

"Harry just called, saying he invited me to the manor, asking if I have time."

"Harry?"

Gwen was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "Harry has time now?"

Since Norman Osborn passed away, Harry had been busy with Osborn's affairs, so busy that he didn't even have time to attend the graduation dance a few days ago.

Even yesterday's graduation ceremony, Harry didn't have time to attend.

And...

"Are you and Harry very close?"

"It's okay."

"Then you go."

"You're not going?"

"Not going."

Gwen shook her head, looked around the backyard, then smiled at Hawk: "I'll use the computer to make a rendering of my layout for the backyard in a while, you'll definitely like it."

"As long as it's made by you, I'll like it."

Hawk responded, then said to Gwen: "Then I'm leaving?"

Gwen waved her hand.

Hawk smiled, turned and left the backyard, and walked toward the garage.

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

But if he had to choose between cleaning the backyard and going to Osborn Manor, then he'd rather go to Osborn Manor.

Two hours later.

Osborn Manor.

When Hawk just drove to the gate of Osborn Manor, he saw an acquaintance standing at the gate.

"Peter?"

"Hawk."

Peter, who was just about to walk into the manor, turned his head to look at the Audi A8 driving over, his eyes lit up, walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and sat in.

Peter was somewhat surprised.

"Why did you come?"

"Harry called and invited me."

Hawk said, then seemed to think of something, and while driving into the manor, looked at Peter: "Harry called you too?"

Peter nodded: "Yeah, called this morning."

Peter, saying this, seemed to realize something and glanced at Hawk as well.

Hawk laughed.

He looked at the main building of Osborn Manor that had already appeared in his line of sight, and already had a rough guess in his heart.

Sure enough.

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

Just...

He was somewhat confused.

But not that kind of confusion.

He looked at the video Harry was playing and already knew what Harry was going to say next, but he didn't understand why Harry wanted to call him over.

Harry wanted to know Spider-Man's identity, Peter was enough.

As everyone knows.

Spider-Man's private photos are authorized to Peter Parker of the Daily Bugle, and Peter Parker has Spider-Man's contact information, which is also an open secret in the New York City gossip media circle.

But him?

Until—

Hawk looked at the photo Harry handed over, reached out to take it, and looked at the photo in his hand.

Peter on the side also leaned over.

Entering his eyes.

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

Hawk raised an eyebrow and looked up at Harry.

"You followed me."

"No."

Harry sat down on the sofa on the side and shook his head: "I just entrusted a private detective to follow Spider-Man, trying to find out his true identity."

Hawk heard this, nodded, and handed the photo in his hand to Peter on the side.

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

Harry didn't hide it and said to Hawk and Peter: "The Osborn family has a genetic disease. Before it was my father Norman, now it's me. Spider-Man might be able to cure me, so I found you guys, tell me, who is Spider-Man, or give me a contact method."

Peter opened his mouth.

Hawk, sitting on the side, preempted: "He and I just happened to meet last night, you should ask Peter about this, he is Spider-Man's private photographer."

He had no interest in getting involved.

This was Peter and Harry's private business.