I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"Harry."

Gwen looked at the panting Green Goblin, then at Harry who lowered his head and cried, and couldn't help shouting to him.

Harry slowly raised his head.

The mask on Peter's face also faded, revealing his true face.

"Peter, Gwen, why you?"

Harry asked the two with tears in his eyes.

Gwen lowered his head and clenched his fists, not knowing how to answer this question.

"I"

Gwen stammered, and finally said nothing.

"Bang!"

Perhaps because of the excessive emotion, the next second, Harry fell to the ground and fainted again.

"Cough cough."

The Green Goblin coughed and covered his waist and straightened his upper body on the ground. The red in his eyes faded and gradually regained clarity.

Looking at Harry who fainted on the ground, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Peter, Gwen, I'm sorry, sorry for everything I did to you."

Norman Osborn, whose demon personality disappeared, had blood constantly flowing out of his mouth, and a guilty look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, that was not my intention."

Gwen was holding up the unconscious Harry, and when she heard Norman Osborn's words, she looked at him in surprise.

She helped Harry to the sofa and let him lean on the sofa with his back.

Then she walked quickly to Norman's side, wanting to cover his wound.

Although he hated the green devil very much before, that hatred disappeared with everything that happened.

The Green Goblin stopped Gwen from bandaging his wound, and looked up at Peter, who had been silent, and said, "Peter, I'm sorry, I have become a bad guy who does all kinds of evil. Don't believe what I said just now."

Looking down at Norman Osborn, whose life was gradually slipping away, Peter shook his head, "No, I won't."

Peter knew that this guy had another demon soul parasitizing in his body, so he would naturally not be affected by his words.

And although Norman looks like a good guy now, he may turn back into the Green Goblin in the next second.

So Peter did not relax his vigilance against him.

"Gwen, Peter, I am proud that Harry has friends like you."

His voice became weaker and weaker, looking at Harry, and said intermittently: "I hope you can help Harry forget this matter. I don't want him to live in regret."

Gwen knew that Norman wanted Harry to forget that he killed his father with his own hands, but she didn't know how to do it.

She shook her head and said to Norman: "I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Harry has been undergoing psychological suggestion treatment. As long as you say the key words, you can give him psychological suggestion and make him forget everything today."

"The key word is 'herbivore'."

Finally, Norman used all his strength to say "Tell Harry I love him" and closed his eyes completely.

Gwen supported Norman Osborn's back, watched him die, and finally gently put him on the ground.

She stood up with red eyes and looked at Peter.

Although this was the first villain she had defeated, she did not feel the slightest bit of victory, but felt extremely heavy.

Peter walked to the unconscious Harry and said the word "herbivore". .

"Harry."

Harry whispered back from his coma: "Yes."

"You are Harry Osborn, right?"

"Yes."

Peter hinted to him psychologically: "You have been resting in your room tonight, and you have never been to the scene, and you don't know what happened at the scene."

"Yes, I have been resting in my room."

After giving Harry a psychological hint, Peter helped him up and walked outside.

Although he had no sympathy for Norman, he fulfilled his promise for Harry's sake.

Putting Harry on the bed in his room, Peter returned to the scene and heard the sound of the helicopter propeller turning outside.

Before re-entering the scene, Gwen jumped to his side and grabbed his arm.

"We have to leave, Peter."

The helicopter's headlights shone into the shabby room, and Norman Osborn's body appeared in the light.

When the driver was about to search for other traces, he only saw a flash of black and white Spider-Woman.

On the clock tower, Gwen's mood had not yet calmed down.

Looking up, she found that there was a drizzle falling on her head.

Exhaling a breath, Gwen put on her hood and said to Peter standing next to her in frustration: "I messed up, didn't I? Peter."

"No, you didn't, Gwen."

Peter slowly took off the mask on his face, felt the raindrops on his head and said to Gwen: "You are not a god, Gwen, you can't predict the changes of all things."

Gwen turned around, looked at Peter with light blue eyes, and said sadly: "I always thought that as long as I was a messenger of justice, I would instinctively know what to do is right, I didn't expect it to be like this."

"After taking off the mask, I don't know how to face Harry."

Peter comforted Gwen: "It's not your fault, Gwen."

"I know, but it"

Gwen suddenly thought of the words about death again.

She couldn't help but confide her thoughts to Peter, "This shouldn't be the case. We are warriors. We should have won, although it might have cost us."

She felt as if a stone was blocked in her heart, "But the price is too high. Everything is shattered."

Peter looked at the night in the distance, and after a moment of silence, he said to Gwen: "You can never measure the price of justice, Gwen, when you stand in front of everyone, the price of justice is pain."

"I know, right, how do you know he is Norman Osborn's, Peter."

Gwen seemed to understand, but she changed the subject and stopped talking about these heavy things.

"He sent people to follow us, but I found the guy's men first, and then I thought about the robots I saw in Osborn Manor, so I guessed that the Green Goblin who attacked you was him."

Gwen exhaled, "Is that the case? I always thought that the traffic accident was an accident."

She said to Peter: "Now that I think about it, it should be Norman's people, I should have discovered it earlier."

Gwen fell into regret.

Facing Gwen who was in a bad mood, Peter didn't say anything, but just accompanied her quietly.

Gwen sat on the cold ground, and suddenly looked up and asked Peter: "Peter, can I have a hug?"

Peter nodded and squatted down.

Gwen hugged him at once.

"Although hugging is not the theme of tonight, thank you, Peter."

Gwen felt a little warmer in the drizzle.

Her black and white uniform was stained with blood and dirt, but Peter's black uniform was not damaged at all.

She even smelled a faint pleasant smell.

She found that she could not get rid of this smell.