Marvel: Restart! Spiderman!

At Oak Restaurant.

In a seat by the window, Harry Osborn waited for Charlie Parker, but instead, he saw Mary Jane first.

"Hey, Mary Jane, what are you doing here?" he asked, a bit puzzled.

"Charlie said he was going to treat me to a fancy meal," Mary Jane replied, sitting across from Harry, resting her chin on her hands as she gazed out the window, pretending to look melancholy.

"Harry, lately Charlie's been acting all secretive, hardly ever home, and he's been getting colder towards me," she sighed.

Harry waved over a waiter. "A cup of black coffee for the lady, please."

"I don't like black coffee," Mary Jane refused.

Harry shrugged. "But it suits your current mood. Besides, he's always been cold to you. You're only realizing this now?"

Mary Jane: "..."

She glared at Harry. "Mind your own business."

"Alright, fine. Not my business, then I won't pay for your meal."

"Doesn't matter; Charlie's the one treating, not you."

"Come on, when has it ever been Charlie's treat, and I didn't end up paying?"

"Well... you do have a point."

Mary Jane glanced around, still not seeing Charlie.

"Where is he?" she muttered.

Harry chuckled, noticing her concern. "Seems like you're starting to care about him more."

"Am not," Mary Jane quickly turned away, but as she thought about their recent private conversations, a small smile crept onto her face.

Maybe this guy understood her better than she realized all these years.

"What are you two talking about?"

At that moment, Charlie walked into the restaurant and greeted them with a wave.

"We were just talking about you," Harry said, signaling the waiter to bring a menu.

"Talking about me?"

Charlie glanced at Mary Jane, feeling a bit suspicious.

Had she told Harry about their private conversations?

As if reading his mind, Mary Jane said softly, "Don't worry, I didn't say anything."

"You two have secrets?" Harry observed the odd exchange between them.

"No, you're overthinking it," Charlie replied, taking the menu from the waiter. "I'll have the Wellington steak. Two portions. No, make that three. Actually, let's make it five."

"Are you a pig?" Mary Jane couldn't help but tease.

"You don't understand men," Charlie shot back, handing the menu to her.

"I don't need to."

Mary Jane took the menu and began ordering, while Harry turned to Charlie.

"What's been going on with you lately? You've been hard to find," he asked.

Before Charlie could answer, Mary Jane interjected playfully, "He's been competing in a revival tournament."

"Revival tournament?" Harry blinked, immediately recalling Spider-Man's resurrection.

Charlie shrugged, "Yeah, it's pretty fun, but it's also kind of a death trap."

Harry shook his head, "I'm serious."

"Alright, I ran into some trouble, but Spider-Man saved me," Charlie admitted.

"Spider-Man?" Mary Jane was shocked.

Harry was equally surprised, "Wow, the real superhero, Spider-Man!"

Charlie: "..."

That acting was terrible.

"By the way, you mentioned something important to tell Spider-Man?" Charlie asked.

Harry fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"I have a friend."

Charlie: "..."

"Okay, and what does your friend want from Spider-Man?" Charlie continued.

Harry explained, "My friend's gotten into some trouble, and it's related to Spider-Man. But I don't have a way to contact him." He'd forgotten to ask Spider-Man yesterday.

Charlie nodded, "I can try. He'll probably agree to meet."

"Thanks. If you can reach him, have him come to my place. I'll give you the address."

"No problem."

Listening to their conversation, Mary Jane felt suspicious.

"You two have secrets!" she said confidently.

"No, we don't."

Mary Jane hummed, "A woman's intuition is never wrong."

"Terrifying intuition, so accurate," Charlie and Harry both lowered their heads in guilt.

...

At night, in a villa.

Under the moonlight, a red-and-blue figure swung down onto the rooftop.

Charlie gazed off into the distance at the wreckage—the area where he had been bombed.

"You're here."

In the yard, Harry looked up at the figure on the roof. "Tony Stark is missing. It's probably a kidnapping."

"That's bad news."

Charlie leaped down in front of Harry. "So, that's why you wanted my help?"

"Yes."

Harry had John bring two cups of coffee.

"You want to find the person who tried to kill you too."

He gestured towards the bomb site. "Besides the military, Stark Industries doesn't sell MI1 formula missiles to anyone.

We can rule out the military; their use of such weapons is always documented.

That leaves one possibility—Tony secretly sold this weapon to someone, even without his assistant knowing."

Charlie nodded as he took the coffee from the butler.

"Yes, only by finding Tony can I learn who bought the weapon from him."

He raised the coffee to his lips before realizing something.

Harry, just like his father, was cunning—Charlie had almost been tricked.

He decided against drinking the coffee, making sure not to reveal his face.

Harry looked slightly disappointed but continued, "Tony disappeared in the desert. We could go there ourselves and search."

"Sounds good. But why are you looking for Tony?" Charlie asked, curious.

Harry sighed, "It's a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D., and Oscorp needs a lot of funding. Only Stark Industries can help me."

Hearing that, Charlie's thoughts deepened.

"I heard from your friend Charlie that Oscorp pulled Professor Curt's funding. Is that related?" he probed.

"You two seem close if he shared that with you," Harry commented, lost in thought. "Professor Connors' experiment was something my father valued. His research is crucial for improving the genetic serum.

If Stark Industries invests in Oscorp, I'll continue funding Professor Connors' work—for my father and for myself." Harry's resolve hardened as he spoke.

Seeing that Harry hadn't abandoned Professor Connors' research, Charlie felt relieved.

Mutual benefits—for both of them, this was a good outcome.

"Good luck. When do we search for Tony?"

"Tomorrow. I need to make some preparations."

"Alright, to make things easier, I'll crash here tonight."

"You're welcome."

"No need to make up a room—I'll sleep in a web."

"Wow, cool."

...

The next day, Charlie and Harry boarded the private jet Pepper Potts had arranged for them, heading to Afghanistan.

"The private jet is from Stark Industries? Has Oscorp really fallen that far?"

In the cabin, Charlie, still in his nano-suit, chatted casually with Harry.

Harry gazed out the window. "Saving money where we can."

"Charlie told me you just bought a new car—a limited edition one."

Harry: "..."

"Ahem, Pepper, just sent the latest intel."

He tapped a virtual map to change the subject. "She's marked several militant groups who might be responsible for targeting Tony. Let's analyze them..."

"No need. I've already found it."

Charlie pointed to an inconspicuous area on the map. "This is Ten Rings territory. They're the most likely culprits."

"Ten Rings?" Harry frowned.

"They're a newer faction, not the type to dare mess with Tony."

"Trust me, my sources are reliable."

"Alright, I'm listening to you."

"I promise, you won't be disappointed."

"We still have eleven hours before we arrive. Are you sure you don't want to take off that mask for some fresh air?"

"I have a deep fear of sudden acts of kindness."

"Okay, you caught me."