The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

But Diana didn't want to just turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing had happened.

Now all we can do is wait for that kid Pietro to come back so we can have a proper chat about this.

As for the little ones who haven't yet discovered that their real guardian has returned, they are still happily strolling and eating in Times Square.

After all, the two little ones come from a relatively wealthy family among their peers. Of course, we have to exclude little Osborn, who is currently managing Osborn's business, otherwise there's no point in calculating.

The two little ones' godfather is still the number one playboy, Tony Stark, so he can't really be considered a godfather.

"It's really not bad." Eating the cheeseburger in his hand, Pietro understood why his godfather liked this kind of unhealthy, high-calorie food.

In other words, he doesn't have the same deficiency as the neighbor who needs to burn high calories; otherwise, he would definitely eat anything high in calories now and wouldn't care about whether it's healthy or not.

"Should we go check on Harry?" Peter, who was a little worried about his friend, said to the others.

Hearing Peter's words, the others also felt that he was right and that they should go and meet this second-generation leader who had already begun to take on the responsibilities of Osborn Industries.

“Should we get Harry some cheeseburgers?” Pietro asked the others, holding up a burger in his hand. “I think Harry would love them.”

“Not everyone has the same taste as Tony Stark,” Wanda said to her brother with a smile. She didn’t think it was normal for Tony to have such a taste, a billionaire who liked to eat street food.

“He’s really missing out on a lot of delicious food,” Pietro said regretfully to Wanda. “And one more, please.” Pietro flashed his friendly smile again at the burger vendor, and then got another of his favorite cheeseburgers.

“Now, let’s go.” Gwen said after watching Pietro receive his hamburger.

At this moment, Osborn Industries was not as peaceful as the little guys thought; instead, it was as if a great enemy was imminent.

"Can anyone tell me why the genetically modified spiders are missing?" Harry shouted angrily at the researchers in front of him. Any one of the genetically modified spiders posed a significant danger; even a single one escaping could have a major impact on Osborn.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but for some reason, our security system is experiencing a slight problem," the researcher said to Harry with a puzzled look. They didn't think it was their fault, but rather a security issue.

How could researchers possibly have lost those precious spider samples?

Chapter 152 The Bitten Person

The loss of the precious spider samples can only be attributed to the security department, not to the researchers.

Harry wouldn't listen to their opinions. The thing wasn't lost while the security personnel were handling it; it was these guys who demanded it be retrieved and then left it in the lab, leading to its loss. Harry wouldn't question the security department about this; whose fault it was, that was whose fault it was.

"Enough!" Although Harry was young, he had been around his father for a long time and naturally knew how to deal with these guys. "Now I don't care about your lab problems or security issues, I just need one answer: can you find those spiders?"

The researchers exchanged bewildered glances. They might be able to study something, but asking them to find something—especially that tiny spider—was something Harry could kill them all to find.

The head of the security department is now extremely upset. It's clearly not his fault, yet he still has to come here to be scolded. Fortunately, this junior manager understands whose fault it is.

“We will do everything we can to find it,” the head of security said to Harry.

Whether you can find it or not, you must first have the right attitude.

"Good." Harry smiled slightly at the head of security, then sat down in his chair with a slight smile. "Do you need me to find a few ladies to accompany you on your search? Hmm?"

"I'm sorry." The security minister quickly apologized to the young boss, then jogged away to issue orders.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief; at least someone was now looking for those highly dangerous spiders, and the worst-case scenario had been averted. But as soon as he relaxed, Harry saw the researchers still standing there with their heads held high, completely oblivious to the fact that they thought there was nothing wrong with them, even going so far as to say that the spider issue was a security issue.

“What are you all still doing standing here?” Harry said to the guys in a deep voice.

These researchers didn't take the young boss seriously at all. After all, they were recruited by his father, and what could a kid like him possibly be capable of?

We can't fire them all.

"We're going back to the experiment now, Mr. Osborn." A researcher said to Harry, emphasizing the word "little," clearly not taking Harry seriously.

Just as they were about to return to their lab to continue, Harry spoke up.

"and many more."

"Is there something you need, Mr. Osborn?" Another researcher, emboldened by the previous guy, asked Harry casually.

"What are your names, and the names of the guys who answered me earlier?" Harry asked the two guys, while rummaging through his desk drawer. "Oh, found it." He pulled out a stack of papers covered in letters.

The two researchers had no idea what Mr. Osborn was up to, but they didn't care and answered Harry.

"Garrfield Drew (Edmund Haber)," the two men said to little Harry at the same time, without any intention of saying their names one by one.

But to everyone's surprise, Harry had no intention of remembering their names. Instead, while they were talking, he took two sheets from the stack of papers and quickly wrote something on them.

Harry poked the two pieces of paper on the table, then said loudly, "Gentlemen, congratulations..."

When the two researchers heard what Harry said, they couldn't hide their joy. They even exchanged glances, seemingly celebrating each other's success.

Even those guys who hadn't spoken up before because they were too timid were starting to get jealous. How could someone who dared to criticize their own boss get promoted?

“You can go chase the higher skies now!” Harry smiled and handed the paper in his hand to the two researchers.

Upon hearing this, not only were the two researchers dumbfounded, but even the guys behind them were thankful that they hadn't been so foul-mouthed.

"Wait, what do you mean?" the researcher named Galfield asked Harry in disbelief.

The other one was also looking at Harry eagerly, hoping he could give an explanation.

"That means Osborne won't be a burden to you anymore. You can go to Stark Industries or Hammer Industries, which is on the verge of bankruptcy." Harry's eyes were sharp as knives at this moment. "You are no longer Osborne employees!"

The two researchers' faces fell instantly; they couldn't accept the situation at all. It wasn't until Harry handed the two dismissal letters to the two men and ordered the security guards to drag them out of the Osborne Building that the situation changed.

They then realized that they had really been kicked out by Osborn, and Harry hadn't even given them time to pack their belongings.

As for the future jobs of these two researchers? What does that have to do with Harry? Osborn doesn't want them, and Stark certainly won't.

When Pietro and his group arrived at Osborne Industries, they were met by two men in white coats who were roughly pushed out the door by security guards.

"What happened? Why were they treated so roughly?" Peter asked his friend, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Wanda glanced at the two dazed-looking people in white coats, then looked away: "Whatever happened, it's just an internal matter for the Osborn Corporation. We're just here to see Harry."

Listening to her best friend's words, Gwen nodded firmly and slapped Peter on the back: "We're just here to see Harry, don't worry about anything else."

Listening to his goddess's lecture, Peter nodded sheepishly, indicating that he understood.

The four friends walked toward the main entrance of the Osborne Building, but the security personnel, quite alert, stopped the children who didn't look very old.

These are extraordinary times; he can't afford to take responsibility if something goes wrong.

“We’re Harry’s good friends, we’ve come to see him,” Peter said to the burly security guard.

Seeing the security guards' bewildered looks, Wanda added, "Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn's son."

The security personnel didn't believe everything they heard, but these kids didn't seem like scammers, so they could only say they would have to make a phone call to check.

The four little ones understood that this was their duty, so they had no complaints and could only look left and right.

"Ooh~" x2

Gwen and Peter screamed at the same time, as if they had been bitten by something.

"What's wrong?" Wanda was quite worried about her best friend. As for Peter, Pietro was there.

Gwen shook her head to indicate that she was fine, and casually tossed the little spider she had swatted away outside.

Peter on the other side did the same thing.

At this moment, the security personnel came over and said to the four children, "Mr. Osborn will be coming down to pick you up soon."

The four children were a little dumbfounded when they heard "Mr. Osborn," but they soon realized that it referred to Harry.

They all nodded their little heads to show that they understood.

Chapter 153 The Man in the Case

Despite some minor issues, the four boys weren't bothered, as it wasn't a big deal. Besides, they were currently at Osborn Industries, which, while not the most research-intensive company in the country, was close.

It absolutely has top-notch medical facilities.

The four little ones were just waiting for their friends to come down and greet them personally.

"I really didn't expect you guys to come back to see me." Harry looked relaxed and happy when facing his friends, and even opened his arms to the four little ones from a little distance.

He hugged his two good brothers, gave the beautiful girls a friendly smile, and even pretended to look behind the four little ones.

Harry, looking away, said regretfully to his good friend Pietro, "What a pity, I thought Miss Diana would come with you." He even shook his head and walked ahead with a dejected expression.

Pietro was at his wits' end, knowing his best friend had never given up on the idea of ​​becoming his father. No matter what he said, he couldn't change the boy's mind, and besides, was Diana really in a relationship with him that of an older woman and a younger man?

Not at all, okay?

But he could only purse his lips and follow his little brother, intending to have another good talk with this guy, and stop focusing on Diana. That redhead at school wasn't bad either; she was a model.

Wanda, on the other hand, paid no attention to what Harry was saying; it was all trivial to her. No one could take Diana away from her, no one. The little witch was simply staying by Gwen's side; after all, her friend seemed to have been frightened, and she needed to look after her.

Seeing that the two girls were a bit far away from them, the three boys in front started talking more freely, though they were discussing amongst themselves in hushed tones. One was earnestly offering advice, another was trying to refute them, and the third was listening with a slightly flushed face, without saying anything.

The one offering advice was naturally Pietro, who didn't want to be relegated to a lower generation for no reason; the one who kept trying to refute was naturally Harry, the current young boss of Osborne; and the one who kept blushing was none other than the good-natured Peter Parker.

“Really, Harry, Diana would never be interested in you.” Pietro was at a loss for words with his friend who was obsessed with being his father. “Besides, she sees you like a little kid. How could she possibly date you?”

Hearing this, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and said to Pietro, "Do you think Diana sees everyone as a child right now? Even Captain America, who was just dug up, is just a slightly older kid."

Even Peter, who was standing nearby, spoke up at this moment: "Although we don't know what happened to Miss Diana, at least in the comics, Miss Diana should be over 5000 years old, so Harry is right."

Harry looked at his little brother with considerable satisfaction, as if to say, "I'll protect you from now on."

As for Pietro, I really don't know what to say.

"Don't worry, even if I succeed, I won't make you call me Dad." As he said this, Harry suddenly remembered something and looked at Pietro quite seriously, "Miss Diana didn't ask you to call her Mom, did she?"

Pietro had no idea what this guy was up to, so he could only nod to confirm Harry's question.

“See, then you’re even less likely to change your mind, so let’s stick to the way things are,” Harry said to Pietro with a relaxed expression.

The white-haired boy slowly opened his eyes wide and stared intently at his friend, never expecting to suffer a loss on this matter.

Harry didn't think much of his friend's stunned expression. He simply patted his friend on the shoulder and continued leading them toward the private elevator to his office.

When Wanda and the others came up, Pietro finally calmed down completely, but he couldn't do anything to that guy, except that the cheeseburger he brought for him was gone.

It's all my own money. I was even thinking of my good friend, but all that guy was thinking about was how to become my legal guardian's husband.

As he spoke, Pietro took out the cheeseburger he had saved, took a big bite, and chewed the burger in his mouth like he was chewing Harry.

Although the taste is a bit strange, it will definitely not be left for Harry.

"Pietro, why are you eating the wrapper along with the food?" Gwen asked curiously, watching Pietro devour his cheeseburger. "Isn't it awful?"

Wanda looked at her brother with disdain; he was really not presentable. What if he couldn't find a partner in the future? Then she wouldn't have any fun little nephews to play with, which would be a huge loss.