Hawke stood on the edge of the Times Square rooftop, hands in his pockets, looking at the Spider-Woman, speaking calmly.
Peter thought Hawke was just showing off.
But he quickly realized why Hawke had suddenly intervened.
Not just Peter.
On the way home with Mary and Hawke, who was driving Gwen home, Gwen also guessed why Hawke had suddenly intervened.
However, Gwen looked at Hawke with some curiosity.
"If it hadn't happened in Times Square, would you still have intervened?"
"…"
Hawke glanced at Gwen, then thought seriously for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know."
The reason he intervened was because it was Times Square.
It was the most memorable place in his life.
Without a doubt.
Because here, on September 10th, 2009, he lost his little sister Anya, whom he had grown up with in this life, who, despite having a congenital heart condition, was intelligent, well-behaved, and adorable from a young age.
Electro's appearance in Times Square, regardless of his reasons or intentions,was undoubtedly rubbing salt into his wounds.
Times Square wouldn't tolerate further animosity!
So Electro died.
For no other reason than his presence in Times Square.
That's all.
The next day, unsurprisingly, reports of Spider-Man's battle with Electro in Times Square made headlines again.
The Daily Bugle even published a 4K high-definition photograph.
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 running, released her right hand, letting the retractable faucet automatically spring back up.
Hearing this, she turned to the island counter, glanced at the newspaper in Hawke's hand, and said, "That photo that Scrooge gave Peter a five-hundred-dollar reward."
It was common knowledge that the owner of the Daily Bugle was a modern-day Scrooge.
Hawke gasped at the amount of the reward.
"Five hundred, wow, what Scrooge would be so generous?"
"Mary said so."
Gwen shrugged, then, remembering her conversation with Mary before she arrived, she said to Hawke with amusement, "Peter stood Mary up again."
Hawke raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"Peter said that while Spider-Man is in the spotlight again, he wants to quickly find a way to take as many pictures of Spider-Man as possible to get more coins from Scrooge."
"Hiss!"
Hawke gasped.
But he thought for a moment, chuckled, and put down the newspaper in his hand: "Peter's Uncle Ben 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 suffer like that, and Peter is definitely different from me."
Gwen, upon hearing this, placed her hands on the island counter in front of her and smiled at Hawke.
"How are you different?"
"He's a truly kind person."
Hawke finished the hot cocoa Gwen had brought from home in one gulp and looked at Gwen: "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'm financially independent."
"Hawk."
"Hmm?"
"You're actually very kind too."
Gwen stared intently at Hawke.
Hawke looked up at Gwen.
Their eyes met.
The 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 had lived in an apartment building all her life, she had always had a dream.
That was that after she got married, her own home must have a backyard, filled with flowers and plants that she would carefully tend.
Well,her dream had come true ahead of schedule.
After a while,Hawke opened the sliding door to the living room, walked to the backyard porch, and looked at Gwen, who had already picked up a small shovel, and said, "I probably won't be able to help you with the chores."
Gwen turned her head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Hawke shrugged.
"Harry just called and invited me to the manor, asking if I have time."
"Harry?"
Gwen was slightly taken aback and asked curiously, "Harry is free now?"
Since Norman Osborn's death, Harry had been busy with Osborn's affairs, so busy that he didn't even have time to attend the prom a few days ago.
Harry couldn't even attend yesterday's graduation ceremony.
And.
"Are you and Harry close?"
"So-so."
"Then go ahead."
"You're not going?"
"No."
Gwen shook her head, looked around the backyard, and then smiled at Hawke, "I'll make a rendering of my backyard layout on the computer later; you'll definitely like it."
"I like anything you make,"
Hawke replied, then turned to Gwen and said, "Shall I go?"
Gwen waved.
Hawke smiled, turned, and left the backyard, heading towards the garage.
He didn't really want to go to Harry's Osborne Manor.
But if he had to choose between cleaning the backyard and going to Osborne Manor, he would choose Osborne Manor.
Two hours later.
Osborne Manor.
Hawke had just driven up to the gate of Osborne Manor when he saw a familiar face standing there.
"Peter?"
"Hawk."
Peter, who was about to enter the manor, turned his head and saw the Audi A8 driving up.
His eyes lit up, and he walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.
Peter was a little surprised.
"Why are you here?"
"Harry called and invited me,"
Hawke said, then seemed to remember something.
As he drove into the manor, he looked at Peter: "Harry called you too?"
Peter nodded: "Yes, he called this morning."
Peter seemed to realize something as well, and glanced at Hawke.
Hawke smiled.
Looking at the main building of Osborn Manor, which had come into view, he already had a rough guess in his mind.
Sure enough.
When Harry greeted the two of them with a warm hug and then started playing the video about the spider serum found in the Osborn experimental database, Hawke knew he hadn't guessed wrong.
But he was a little confused.
Not that kind of confusion.
He watched 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 wanted to know Spider-Man's identity; Peter was enough.
It was common knowledge.
Spider-Man's private photos were authorized to Peter Parker of the Daily Bugle, and Peter Parker had Spider-Man's contact information—an open secret in New York City's gossip media circles.
But what about him?
Until—
Hawk looked at the photo Harry handed him, took it, and looked at it in his hand.
Peter, standing beside him, also leaned closer.
In his eyes.
On the rooftop of Times Square, his own figure and Spider-Man's figures, standing on the edge of the rooftop, appeared clearly in the photo.
Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked up at Harry.
"You're following me."
"No."
Harry sat down on the sofa next to him and shook his head.
"I just hired a private investigator to follow Spider-Man and try to find out his real identity."
Hawk nodded and handed the photo to Peter.
Peter looked at the photo and asked Harry with some curiosity, "Harry, you're looking for Spider-Man because."
Harry didn't hide anything and said to Hawk 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 his contact information."
Peter opened his mouth.
Hawk, sitting next to him, 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 wasn't interested in getting involved.
This was Peter and Harry's private matter.
After Hawk finished speaking, he got up from the sofa and wandered around the living room of the manor.
He seemed to smell something familiar,but he couldn't quite place it.
Hawk thought to himself and then walked towards the annex.
Harry watched Hawk 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, though it seemed a little forced.
Half an hour later.
As Hawk drove Peter, who had hitched a ride, away from Osborn Manor, Peter finally couldn't help but speak up: "Harry wants Spider-Man's blood."
Hawk glanced at Peter: "So?"
Peter frowned: "Harry thinks Spider-Man's blood can cure his family's hereditary 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 others were injected, they might die."
Hawk glanced at Peter.
"Peter, do you remember what I said on that sewer platform at Dr. Lizard's place?"
"Uh."
Peter's brows 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.
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