I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 488 [3 Chapters Combined] Harry: Shock! My dad wants to kill me?!

"I'll be right back, just hang in there a little longer, and whatever you do, don't fall asleep!"

Spider-Man hastily uttered those words, then leaped forward, carrying three children, and with superhuman speed, rushed towards the parents who had just been swept into the bushes by Harry, avoiding the missile explosion, and were now anxiously looking around and calling their children's names at the edge of the park!

He was so fast that he left only a faint shadow on the grass. In a few leaps, he was already in front of the group of panicked adults.

"Don't worry, your child is fine, not hurt at all!"

Spider-Man carefully handed the two children in his arms to their respective parents. At the same time, he turned around, untied the webs on his back, and gently placed the little one, who had stopped crying and was even beginning to look at him with curiosity, into the arms of his tense mother, who was almost fainting from fright.

"Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, Spider-Man!"

"Thank God! Are you alright, baby?!"

"Spider-Man! Spider-Man saved them!"

Parents hugged their children, who had been lost and found, and wept with joy. They thanked him incoherently, their eyes filled with immense gratitude and lingering fear as they looked at Spider-Man.

"Listen up, everyone! It's extremely dangerous in the park right now! That big green guy hasn't been dealt with yet! He could come back at any moment! Take the children and get out of here immediately! Get somewhere far away, find a building to hide in, notify the police, but don't stay! Go!"

The heartwarming scene of his family reunion brought a slight smile to Spider-Man's face. But the thought that the crisis was not yet over made his tone urgent and serious again, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency. He was trying to increase the credibility of his words as much as possible in this way.

However, to Spider-Man's surprise...

"Okay! Spider-Man!"

"I'll listen to you, little spider!"

"We'll leave right away! Thank you!"

"You must be very careful!"

"Do you need help? I can call the police for you, or..."

There was no questioning, no disobedience and fleeing in all directions, and no one regarded him as a source of danger...

The parents, who were initially in shock, did not hesitate at all after confirming that their children were safe. They immediately picked up their children, supported each other, and evacuated quickly and orderly toward the park exit.

Many people even reminded Spider-Man to be careful before leaving.

The orderly scene left Spider-Man completely stunned.

After all, even in his own universe, although he was beloved by many citizens, it would often take much more persuasion to convince everyone to evacuate immediately in a situation like this, with an explosion just happening and monsters still nearby...

Occasionally, you might even encounter some "geniuses" who think "I am the only one who is sober when everyone else is drunk" and insist on going against him.

In his view, the level of trust and obedience that the people of this universe have for "Spider-Man" is ridiculously high.

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In their eyes, the mere appearance of Spider-Man means they are safe...?

"It seems this 'me' in this universe is doing quite well. Once I've dealt with the Green Goblin, I'll have to find him and learn a thing or two..."

After a subconscious sigh, Spider-Man suppressed his complex thoughts and turned to look in the direction of the artificial lake.

The lake was churning violently, with bubbles rising to the surface. Clearly, Green Goblin had broken free from the paralysis caused by the electric current, just as Spider-Man had predicted.

However, the glider system malfunctioned, and the damage from the lake water meant it would likely take some time to recover, potentially delaying the Green Goblin's progress for a while longer.

So, knowing that time was of the essence, Spider-Man didn't waste a moment. In a flash, he rushed back to Harry's side at top speed.

"Don't worry, buddy, the children have all been safely returned... I must say, the citizens here are very cooperative; I'm almost envious to tears."

He spoke quickly, expressing his heartfelt emotions while checking Harry's injuries again.

Soon, Spider-Man frowned and couldn't help but complain.

"Ouch, God, how are you still alive... Uh, I mean, you're badly injured, you need to get to the hospital immediately... No, sending you to the hospital would expose our identities. Do you have any trusted emergency contacts?"

As he spoke, he tried to help Harry up. But Harry's back injury was severe, and even the slightest movement caused him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Listen, buddy, I know it hurts, but we have to get out of here before that guy crawls out."

He adjusted his position, using himself for support, and carefully draped Harry's arm over his shoulder. Then, he put his arm around Harry's waist, avoiding the wound on his back as much as possible, and lifted him up, half-carrying and half-supporting him.

"I'll try to be cautious and be patient."

As Spider-Man whispered, he raised his left wrist and aimed at the rooftop of a medium-height apartment building across the park, which had a spacious platform and ventilation facilities on top.

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A spider silk shot out precisely and stuck to the railing at the edge of the roof.

"Hurry up!"

The spider silk contracted, lifting the two off the ground and swinging them toward the rooftop.

Ultimate Spider-Man struggled to control the amplitude and speed of his swings, trying to minimize any secondary damage to Harry.

Harry gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound of pain, silently enduring the waves of agony caused by the inevitable aggravation of his injuries as he swung through the air.

A moment later, Spider-Man, who had already moved far away from the park, finally landed steadily on the top floor of Stark Industries with Harry.

Clearly, in Spider-Man's mind, if he didn't want to reveal Harry's identity but still wanted help, going to Tony Stark, an "Avenger," would be the right thing to do.

"Hopefully, in this universe, Tony has already become Iron Man..."

Muttering to himself, Spider-Man carefully helped Harry sit down, leaning against the thick ventilation duct, and placed him in a relatively comfortable and secluded spot behind the duct.

Then he turned and crouched down behind Harry. His speech slowed down a bit as the crisis was over.

"Alright, you're safe for now. Before I figure out how to ask Tony in this universe for help, we need to treat your wounds first. It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

As he spoke, he reached for his waist and took out disinfectant spray, hemostatic gel, and bandages from his belt.

Even before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., when he had to handle all the cleanup work on his own, Spider-Man had already gotten into the habit of carrying these things with him, just in case. Even now, after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. and having a group of noisy but trustworthy colleagues, he hasn't changed this good habit.

Then, as Harry winced in pain and instinctively gasped for breath, Spider-Man carefully lifted Harry's back, revealing the mangled wound beneath the tattered suit, which was soaked in blood and stuck to the wound.

The next second, the "pungent" sensation from the disinfectant spray made Harry shudder, but he managed to keep quiet.

"Speaking of which, your battle suit and this outfit... they look a bit different from mine."

Noticing this, Spider-Man, in an effort to distract Harry, skillfully cleaned the wound and applied hemostatic gel while turning his gaze back to Harry's dark green mask, which, although damaged to the point of being only a headpiece, still revealed exquisite craftsmanship and a cutting-edge technological feel. His tone was filled with the pure curiosity of a tech geek.

"Look at these materials, the streamlined design, and those robotic arms from before—were they all made with nanotechnology? This level of craftsmanship would definitely be considered top-tier back home. And that suit—it doesn't look cheap..."

After quickly treating the wound and confirming that the bleeding had stopped, Spider-Man put down the styptic gel, skillfully began bandaging it, and continued to ask questions as if chatting casually.

"Where did you get this deluxe gear? Like the Iron Spider suit Tony gave me, a 'fan perk package' from Tony Stark? Or... are you like me, recruited by those S.H.I.E.L.D. guys, and this is Nick Fury's 'employee perk' to lure you into joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

His tone was teasing, and also carried a hint of uncontrollable envy.

After all, in his universe, let alone such advanced equipment...

Nick Fury, that stingy guy, wouldn't even give him a jetpack!

But, no matter what...

Even now, Spider-Man remains convinced that the battered "Spider-Man" before him is "Peter Parker" from this parallel universe.

He even glanced a few more times at the obviously expensive shirt fabric peeking out from the ripped part of Harry's suit, adding half-jokingly.

"However, judging from your outfit... you're living a much more comfortable life in this universe than I am. I certainly wouldn't buy such expensive clothes, even if they were on sale."

Amidst the rambling conversation, Harry's wound was quickly brought under control, albeit temporarily, thanks to Spider-Man's professional treatment.

Feeling the burning pain in his wound and the slight coolness of the medication taking effect, Harry's rapid breathing gradually calmed down. The powerful self-healing ability provided by the Super Soldier Serum began to quietly activate.

Although he couldn't be healed from his serious injuries immediately like Wolverine or Deadpool, the brief rest had restored some of his energy and strength.

At least, he didn't have to lie on the ventilation duct; instead, he slowly moved to sit up and looked in the direction of the sound at Spider-Man.

Hearing the other person's incessant teasing, Harry twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly and retorted irritably.

"Come on, Peter... stop joking... My suit was all arranged by your brother, and given how much Riley values ​​you, the version you're using is definitely more advanced than mine and Gwen's. Are you envious of me? Besides, we're already registered in District 13, why would we go and join S.H.I.E.L.D... As for this suit, when I wanted to have a few made for you, didn't you say it wasn't convenient to wear to school and refused outright?"

Harry's words came out naturally, his tone carrying a slight complaint about the obvious joke about "friends".

He naturally assumed that the one who had saved him at that moment and treated his wounds so skillfully was Peter Parker from this universe—his good friend who had grown up with him under Riley's guidance and now worked alongside him in District 13.

Even the battle suit worn by the other party had undergone obvious changes in style and material, which Harry naturally assumed was an upgraded version of the battle suit that Riley had specially made for Peter.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt the hands of the person in front of him, who was fixing his bandages, stop moving.

Immediately afterwards, the two locked eyes and fell into a brief, strangely unsettling silence.

"Uh... wait a minute, let me sort this out..."

Spider-Man uttered a slightly confused and hesitant syllable.

The white eyes on the mask, changing with the angle, revealed his true thoughts of utter confusion.

"You just said... 'Railley'? Ben Riley? Scarlet Spider in this universe... is my brother? Is that right...? And what's this District 13? I've never heard of this organization before... And how do you know my secret identity? Also..."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, realizing that his last question had been a bit silly, and couldn't help but scratch the back of his head. Then his tone became one of sudden realization, even carrying a hint of relief as if he had just heard it.

"Oh! Right, right, look at my brain! You must have already encountered the concept of parallel universes, so when you saw my old uniform, you must have already guessed who I was! After all..."

As he spoke, he very naturally, as if he were merely removing a hat, reached up and grabbed the bottom edge of his red and blue mask, lifting it upwards—

The mask was easily removed, revealing a face beneath that bore a resemblance to Peter's, and one that was equally young and innocent.

Brown, slightly messy short hair, bright brown eyes, delicate features but with some bruises from battles, and dark circles under the eyes that have become visible due to years of lack of sleep.

Without a doubt, this is a Peter Parker face.

But it wasn't the Peter Harry knew.

The eyes on this face were sharper and more weathered. The smile lacked the shyness and warmth that Harry knew from his friend, but instead showed a composure and leadership quality that came with weathering storms, along with a faint trace of weariness.

"Hi, let me formally reintroduce myself. I am you from another parallel universe, Peter Parker!"

Before Harry could even widen his eyes and understand what was going on,

Like the Green Goblin, Peter, from the animated Ultimate Spider-Man universe, grinned broadly and gave Harry a bright, sunny smile.

Until now, apart from the earliest Spider-Man he visited in 2099, all the Spider-Men he has encountered are parallel counterparts of "Peter Parker," leading him to naturally assume that Harry's words were a natural reaction from "himself in a parallel universe" upon learning each other's identities, and he finds his previous "slowness" somewhat amusing.

However, the moment Harry saw his true face, his pupils contracted slightly, and the expression on his face quickly changed from the blankness brought on by pain and weakness to astonishment, confusion, and then sudden realization.

Because Riley once led the Spider-Man team on a brief journey through parallel universes, helping Tom Holland clean up the mess he and Strange made, and thus met Peter from other parallel universes, and even "himself" from other parallel universes.

Therefore, just as Ultimate Spider-Man suspected, Harry had already come into contact with and accepted the concept of "parallel universes".

Add to that the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him, and the information about "another universe" revealed in the other person's words...

This prompted Harry to ask, with a hint of curiosity, after a brief silence.

"Um, if I may be so bold as to ask... you're not Peter from my universe, are you?"

The smile on Ultimate Spider-Man's face froze the moment Harry finished speaking. He blinked, looking completely bewildered, seemingly not fully understanding Harry's meaning: "What do you mean? You're right here, aren't you? So of course I'm not Peter from 'your universe,' I am…"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Harry interrupted him with his actions.

Harry took a deep breath, gathering the little strength he had just regained, and raised his hand to press it against his mask.

In an instant, the dark green mask that covered Harry's face and was already covered in cracks flowed, contracted, and converged as if it had a life of its own, and in the blink of an eye it completely disappeared from Harry's face and all of it gathered in the seemingly inconspicuous watch on Harry's wrist.

The slightly cool night breeze on the rooftop swept over Harry Osborn's face, which was now completely exposed to the air.

The neon lights of the distant city and the dim moonlight outlined his clear silhouette.

The short brown hair was messy but still showed signs of careful styling.

His skin was unusually pale due to blood loss, but it couldn't hide his superior bone structure and straight nose.

Lips that were tightly pressed together, pale but with well-defined lines.

And those eyes, even in their weakened state due to severe injuries, remained a bright, clear blue. And they were filled with a smile and anticipation, knowing what they were about to do.

At that moment, the smile on Ultimate Spider-Man's face froze completely.

He was struck as if by a silent thunderbolt, his entire body instantly petrified on the spot, even his breathing seemed to stop.

His eyes widened in shock, his pupils contracting in extreme disbelief.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, becoming viscous. Only the sound of the wind and the gradually clearing breathing of the two men remained on the rooftop—Harry's was a soft, painful panting, while Ultimate Spider-Man's was slightly heavy due to shock.

Peter's hands were still in the same position as when he had casually placed them on his knees after taking off his mask, but his fingers had unconsciously curled up.

His gaze was fixed on Harry's face, as if drawn by a magnet.

From those deep blue eyes, to the straight nose, to the tightly pursed lips, and then to the entire facial contours…

He looked at it so closely, as if trying to etch every detail of the face into his mind, while frantically comparing it to a face in his memory, trying to find any unnaturalness or any possibility of disguise.

A few seconds later, he seemed to have finally regained control of his body, but his movements appeared unusually stiff and slow.

He raised one of his hands very slowly, bit by bit, extended his index finger, and poked Harry's face, his fingertip even trembling slightly.

Then, his fingers moved to Harry's wrist, to the watch that was so badly damaged that it was now only for storage. He witnessed firsthand how the nanobots stored inside gathered on Harry's head to form the dark green mask he had seen before.

Then he pointed back at Harry's face, carefully poked it, and watched as the mask transformed into tiny nanobots, retracting back into the watch...

This was repeated several times, the movements filled with disbelief and confusion, and a sense of bewilderment after one's worldview had been shaken.

"Wait a minute, this doesn't make sense! How could this be..."

A dry, almost broken voice finally escaped from Peter's slightly trembling lips, as soft as a whisper, yet exceptionally clear in the silent rooftop.

He blinked, as if to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from traversing time portals too many times in a short period.

"You're not Peter Parker, you're... ha... Harry... Harry Osborn?!"

He pronounced the name with a tone filled with immense absurdity and uncertainty.

Then, as if startled by his own words, or as if he had finally perfectly superimposed the face in front of him with an image in his memory, his voice suddenly rose, filled with explosive astonishment.

He suddenly stood up from his squatting position, staggering slightly due to the suddenness of the movement, but his eyes remained fixed on Harry, as if trying to see right through him.

"Wait...wait, wait, wait! This is impossible! This just doesn't make sense!"

Peter's voice was filled with the chaos of his utterly shattered understanding. He gestured with his hands, pointing to Harry, then to himself, speaking rapidly like a machine gun.

"You! Norman Osborn's son! My best friend! Harry Osborn! You're the Spider-Man of this universe? Then who am I... uh, I mean... what about the 'Peter Parker' of this universe?!"

He seemed unable to accept the information, shaking his head violently, rubbing his eyes repeatedly, and even slapping himself.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed across the rooftop.

Clearly, he had begun to doubt whether everything he was seeing or even experiencing was just an absurd dream.

"My God... what... what is going on?!"

After a moment of silence, as a burning pain spread through him, and finding that the scene before him had not changed at all, Ultimate Spider-Man unconsciously dug his hands into his hair, his face filled with intense confusion that read, "Something must be wrong with this world."

"I mean, it's really cool that you can be Spider-Man... but my best friend became Spider-Man, got chased all over the place by his dad, and almost got killed by his dad—well, to be precise, Norman Osborn from the same parallel universe as me—? That's just too ridiculous! I wouldn't even dream of it!"

His words were disjointed, clearly indicating that his thoughts were somewhat confused.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of some terrible possibility, he leaned closer to Harry, staring intently at the remaining fragments of his suit on his body, his tone becoming tense.

"Wait a minute, the suit you're wearing should be a nanotechnology-made suit, right? Don't tell me that the suit you're wearing is actually a Venom symbiote?!"

Harry looked at Peter, who came from another universe and reacted so intensely and somewhat amusingly. Despite the pain in his back wound, he couldn't help but laugh at Peter's series of reactions, which aggravated his wound and caused him to gasp for breath.

"Ouch... Didn't I already tell you?" Harry explained helplessly, enduring the pain, "This is a nanosuit your brother made for me, and the symbiote is on your brother..."

Halfway through the conversation, Harry suddenly caught a key piece of information in the other person's words, and his bright blue eyes widened abruptly.

"Wait, what did you just say? What do you mean by saying my dad almost killed me?"

He stared intently at Ultimate Spider-Man, his tone becoming urgent and incredulous.

"Was that green monster my dad in disguise?"

"In your universe, my dad is a supervillain who hates Spider-Man to the core?!"