Marvel Brodcast : Spoiling Spider-man

[Peter sat across from Harry, casually asking about his work at Oscorp Industries. "How's everything going there?" Harry leaned back, a proud smile on his face. "I'm now the director of special projects. We've made a major breakthrough in nuclear fusion research."]

["You're so capable, Harry. Your father in heaven must be proud of you!" Aunt May chimed in warmly, stepping into the room. Her genuine praise brought a smile to Harry's face.]

[After Aunt May left, Harry leaned closer to Peter. "Guess what? I'm funding your idol, Dr. Otto Octavius."

Peter's eyes lit up. "Really? I've been writing a report on his work lately."

Harry grinned. "Want to meet him?"

"Are you serious? You'd take me to see him?" Peter asked eagerly.

"Of course!" Harry replied confidently. "Dr. Otto is going to lead Oscorp Industries to achievements my father couldn't even dream of."]

[As they talked, Mary Jane stood nearby, quietly observing Peter and Harry. Her gaze lingered on Peter before Aunt May called her away to help in the kitchen. Harry noticed and smirked.

"She's waiting for you," he teased.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, feigning ignorance.

"She keeps sneaking glances at you. Can't you see it?" Harry said.

"I don't have time to date anyone right now," Peter muttered, looking away.

"Are you a pig-head?" Harry laughed. "Busy with what, taking photos of your friend Spider-Man?"]

[Peter fell silent, the weight of Norman's death clouding his thoughts. How could he tell Harry the truth? His best friend's hatred for Spider-Man was a rift Peter didn't know how to bridge.]

"Could it be possible that they will fight each other in the future? And Spider-Man will kill his best friend? This is consistent with what the screen said at the beginning that the first generation's spiderman biggest regret was watching his best friend die in front of him."

Tony looked at Harry's hatred for Spider-Man, and although he could clearly see that Norman had killed himself, Harry obviously didn't know about it.

If this misunderstanding cannot be resolved, then once Harry learns of Peter's identity, there will definitely be a quarrel between the best friend. Spider-Man, as a superhero and the protagonist of the screen, will definitely not die, so the only one who will die is Harry.

["I hope we can always trust each other, Harry," Peter said cautiously.

"Then tell me the truth," Harry pressed. "If you know who he is, just tell me."

Peter remained silent, his expression conflicted.

Harry sighed deeply, standing up in disappointment. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Peter to wrestle with his guilt.]

[Later, Peter noticed Aunt May slumped over the table, clearly drunk. As he approached, he spotted a mortgage notice tucked beneath her arm. Gently taking her hand, he woke her up.]

["What's the matter, Ben?" Aunt May mumbled groggily, her mind briefly transporting her back to when Uncle Ben was alive. The realization hit her, and she looked to the heavens, calling out to God for strength.]

[Aunt May shared with Peter a dream she'd had about the past, asking if Harry and the others had enjoyed themselves earlier. Peter reassured her with a soft, "Of course."]

["You don't need to worry about me, Peter," Aunt May said, her voice firm. "Go home now, okay? And be careful on that scooter—I don't like it; it's dangerous."]

["I'm worried about you, Aunt May. You're all alone," Peter confessed, hesitating before adding, "And I saw the letter from the bank."]

["Oh, you saw it? So what? It's just a small difficulty. Everyone faces them," Aunt May replied, brushing it off. But her bravado wavered as she hurriedly pressed $20 into Peter's hand. "Here, take this—it's your birthday present. You need it more than I do."]

["No, I can't take it," Peter protested.

"You can!" Aunt May snapped, her voice breaking. "For God's sake, even though it's not much, please take it!" Her hands trembled as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry! I just miss your Uncle Ben so much. I can't believe it's been nearly two years. Sometimes, when I think about facing everything alone in the future... I just don't know what to do."]

[Aunt May kissed Peter on the cheek, gently wrapping up a slice of leftover cake for him to take home. Her sorrow cut deep into Peter's heart, reigniting the guilt he felt for not stopping the robber that fateful day.]

Seeing Aunt May crying, Flint Marko felt very sad, but he had no choice. Fortunately, The Screen changed everything. Ben did not die, but he had no accomplices and didn't know how to get the money for her daughter. He didn't dare to face Spider-Man. If it wasn't The Screen, then the two of them would be the murderers of Uncle Ben.

"A penny can make a hero fall, let alone you. May, thank you for your hard work. I will always be by your side." Uncle Ben hugged Aunt May, who was sitting next to him and shed tears for her future lonely and helpless self.

[That night, Peter took out the garbage, the familiar routine pulling him from his thoughts. Mary Jane stepped out from next door, greeting him with a smile.

"I saw your poster," Peter said.

"Isn't it a little silly? I was so embarrassed," Mary Jane admitted shyly.]

["No, it's beautiful. This way, I get to see you every day," Peter replied, his sincerity catching her off guard. Their eyes met, lingering in an unspoken moment.]

["Want to tell me something?" Mary Jane asked softly.

Peter hesitated, fumbling for words. "I... I wanted to know if you're still living in the same place."

Mary Jane sighed, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. "You're so unpredictable." Reaching out, she touched his cheek gently. "Peter..."

"What?"

"Happy birthday." Mary Jane's voice was tender as she turned to leave. Halfway down the path, she glanced back. "By the way, I'm seeing someone."]

["Really?" Peter asked, his voice quieter.

Mary Jane nodded, admitting with a shy smile, "I like him."]

[Peter forced a smile. "That's good. You deserve someone to make you happy."

"Maybe we'll go further," she said thoughtfully.

"Further?" Peter asked, his heart sinking.

"I don't know," she murmured.]

["I'll come to see your performance tomorrow night," Peter promised.

Mary Jane's eyes lit up. "Will you really come?"

Peter nodded firmly. "I will."]

["Don't let me down," she said with a hopeful smile.

"I won't," Peter assured her.]

"I'm guessing that Peter won't be able to go. There will definitely be a lot of troubles waiting for him, which will prevent him from arriving on time, or even make him arrive after the play is over." Tony made a prediction about Peter's promise based on his premonition.

Uncle Ben sighed as he observed. "Peter, don't make promises you can't keep, son."

[Peter returned to his rental apartment. Just as he was about to enter, the door opposite opened and a voice came from inside: "Rent!"]

[Peter turned, spotting his landlord engrossed in a card game. Without even looking up, the landlord added, "Don't think I didn't hear you coming back, Parker."]

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