Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man

Chapter 93 Red Romance Bar

Harry recovered and felt that his leg was not as painful as before. He rubbed his thigh and asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's nothing. It's just an ordinary private enterprise in Manhattan. They let him go because they saw him as honest and reliable."

Peter made a fool of himself, then quickly changed the subject
"How's your bar business? What's its name?"

"Hey, that's it. It's basically enough for water, electricity, and workers. My place is a decent bar. There are no escorts or exclusive products. I just rely on some drinks for income. The name of the bar is Red Romance."

Aunt Mei walked over at this moment, and upon hearing the conversation between the two, she looked at Harry approvingly and smiled.
"That's not bad. At least you're working for yourself, and you can be considered a boss. If your father knows, he will be happy for you."

When Harry heard Aunt May mentioning his father, his heart suddenly felt dark. He had offended a senior boss like Iron Man, and his father might never be able to return to New York again.

And he was also kicked out of Osborne Industry, and the century-old enterprise inherited by his family was destroyed like this. If there is no resentment in his heart, it is impossible.

But so what if there is dissatisfaction. Compared with Iron Man, that is the gap between ants and giants. Anyone who just sneezes can spray himself to death.

Therefore, Harry never thought about avenging his father, he just wanted to live his own life in peace, get married and have children, and live a normal life.

Shaking his head, Harry tried to get Iron Man and his Stark Industries out of his mind.

he looked at peter and said
"You haven't been to my bar yet. How about tomorrow night? I'll treat you to a drink."

Then he turned his head to look at the kitchen, realizing that Mary Jane should not be able to hear him, he whispered in Peter's ear
"Mary Jane often comes to my place for a drink after get off work, and many men strike up a conversation. Don't you want to be a flower protector?"

Peter's eyes lit up, and he looked at Harry with some embarrassment.
"You know, I'm busy with work."

Harry patted his thigh a little resentfully

"Is career or women more important? Mary Jane is a hot commodity. If you miss this village, you won't have this store!"

"What are you two muttering about? Did you say anything bad about me?"

Mary Jane came over and sat beside Peter.

"It's nothing. I'm inviting Peter to my bar for a drink. By the way, Mary Jane, don't you have a musical show tomorrow night? Peter, you haven't seen Mary Jane's musical show yet?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, and looked at Peter meaningfully.

"Well, not yet, I'm sorry, Mary Jane, it's been so long, as your good friend, but I haven't seen your performance, so damn it."

Peter's face was full of guilt, thinking that he strongly supported Mary Jane to bravely see his dream, but he himself, a supporter, had never really been to the scene. Isn't this a bit of a failure?

"It's okay Peter, I don't mind, after all you are so busy with work, and I'm just a young actor."

Mary Jane generously expressed that she didn't mind, but anyone could hear her dissatisfaction.

"That's it. Tomorrow night, we will go to Mary Jane's opera performance first, and then go to the bar for a drink. The three of us old classmates haven't had a get together for a long time. We just take this opportunity to relive the old days!"

Harry took Peter into his arms and whispered in his ear
"Are you still a man! Don't you dare to pursue the woman you like? Who here doesn't know that you like Mary Jane?"

"Mary Jane, can you come over and help me, I'm so busy."

Aunt May shouted loudly.

Mary Jane smiled, got up and passed in front of the little spider.

"Brother, I can only help you so far. Have you noticed the way Mary Jane looks at you?" Harry leaned on the table with a lemonade and looked at Peter lazily.

"Don't you see the way she looks at you and doesn't look at you?"

Peter saw Mary Jane running around through the glass of the kitchen, like a good wife and mother, and he was very troubled.

"But I don't have time for a girlfriend right now."

"Why?" Harry was going crazy
"Why, are you a dead person? No matter how busy you are, is the President of the United States busy? You are so busy that you don't even have time to talk about your girlfriend? I have never seen any scientist who is a bachelor."

Peter sighed in his heart, Harry, you don't understand my heart, I'm giving up my family for everyone!

"Harry, can we not talk about this topic? I hope we are true friends, Harry, to trust each other, to you, to Mary Jane, I will always keep my heart, you are all my best friends, forever friend."

Peter worked hard to organize the words.

"Then be sincere to us, don't hide your feelings under the politeness we can't understand, if you really treat me as a friend, then don't be late tomorrow night, don't miss the appointment, come on time, okay? ?”

Harry frowned, he really couldn't understand Peter, and he didn't know why he was so embarrassing when he fell to the ground.

You are not some FBI agent, you need to do some confidential work.

Everyone enjoyed the dinner. Mary Jane and Harry sincerely sent their best wishes to Peter, and they didn't get up until after nine o'clock in the evening.

"Peter, don't forget what I said, don't be late tomorrow night, I've already made a deal with Mary, don't let me down."

Harry was last, and he gave Peter a big hug.

Mary Jane still returned to the old house next door. She drank a lot tonight, so she will not go back to the rental house for the time being.

"I'll try my best."

Peter patted his best friend on the back and gave an ambiguous answer.

After bidding farewell to Harry, the little spider returned to the room. Aunt Mei was old and frail, exhausted, and fell asleep lying on the table.

He put his hands on the back of Aunt Mei's skinny hands, and patted
"Aunt Mei, go to the bedroom and sleep, it's easy to catch cold here."

Aunt Mei raised her head old-fashionedly, as if she had already had a dream
"Oh, Peter, they're all gone, aren't they? Did they have a good time?"

Peter nodded and looked at Aunt Mei with concern. Wrinkles covered her cheeks, and her skin had become slack and inelastic due to age, like withered vines still entwined around a tree trunk.

(End of this chapter)